All my coworkers like me so so so so much!!!!!!!! They believe I am normal, which is true, because I am
no i love that Mark Carney has appointed a minister of AI who has access to our economics and national security. no i think it’s great that the Canadian government is encouraging a surge of AI. this cannot possibly go wrong in any way shape or form! i’m actually really excited for AI to be inescapable at every turn of my life! this will definitely make our lives easier! thank god we have robots to do the pointless jobs that humans have burdened ourselves with!!
he is appreciating his mother on mother's day
long guang
long guang
“wdym you didn’t find it funny when i, a complete stranger to you, made a joke about my intensive trauma? someone’s life must’ve been perfect if they can’t even laugh at an abusive dad joke. why didn’t you like my dead relative joke? ohhh your relative just died? well how was i supposed to know? other people aren’t responsible for your triggers, if i make a rape joke and you don’t like it that’s not my problem!”
you don’t have dark humour, you just need to book a therapy appointment.
holy s h i t
Winter 2024 Puzzle
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
Guy who changes people then puts them in a time loop so long they can’t imagine living any other way
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