Sooo This Happened On Tiktok

me: I triple dog dare you t-

the puppygirl: triple dog?

me: no I just-

puppygirl: where triple dog

me: it's just a turn of ph-

the ol' P-girl: I'll get the cuck chair

me: we don't have a c-

pupmaxxing girlmoder: awoooo

why would you like media that is good if you can like media that is bad instead and pace around your room like an insane person thinking about What If It Was Good

the fucking thing where a lot of trans women can't. get our lives started for a long time. until we transition and then so often it's like. suddenly you know things about yourself like there's a being inhabiting this body. you start thinking about things you want to do, ways to go out and finally live. and then. the whole damn world is like, no go fucking back in the hole. and it's so hard to live now that you . actually want to

(trying to compliment a rich person)

i went to the bank and everyone there knew you

You should be able to rot in bed for 2, maybe 3 hours after waking up before it starts affecting what time it is. If I wake up at 8:30 and lie in bed for 2hr it should still be 8:30 when I get up

i think the important thing to understand is that sexual violence is an extension of violence, not sex

You own the home you live in. The last owners painted the walls of your bedroom a horrible off white.

You fucking hate it. Every day you wake up to off-white walls and off-white ceilings and pass through your off-white door to get to the rest of the house. You feel like you've been locked up in a padded room. It makes you want to die.

So what is there to do? Well, you own the home. Go out and get some paint, a roller or two, and a drop cloth. If the color makes you want to kill yourself, you should obviously change it.

But what if you didn't hate it. What if it just mildly perturbed you? Or maybe what if you didn't, like, reeeeeally mind it all that much, but you knew that another color would make you a lot happier? Does the decision that you come to change?

Sure, it's work moving the furniture out, setting up, painting, making sure you get the edges, cleaning up, letting it all dry, etc, but isn't adding joy to your life worth the effort? Don't you owe it to yourself to subtract mediocrity and add happiness? Do you need to be miserable to envision a better life?