This Is How The Cold War Ended

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for no reason whatsoever here’s a reminder that if you consider yourself a leftist/punk/abolitionist/anarchist/radical in any sort of way and get called into jury duty, you are to become the most square person on earth during the jury questionnaire!!!

don’t be that guy who says fuck the police in the jury questionnaire! that just gets you sent home! if you want to generate change, interact with the case and use your jury vote for good! ESPECIALLY if it’s a high profile case!

Don't vent to Pinkie Pie

my own personal interpretation of this album:

cw: big giant vent

it completely simulates the awful, life-lasting loneliness of being by yourself all the time. screaming so fucking loud and salivating over the floorboards and all over your own shirt during a meltdown and no one is there to hear it and you DON'T WANT anyone to hear it. your heart is screaming for help but your mind doesn't want anyone to know about this embarrassing shit you're doing. the howling, the manic, running, flashing words and sentences that make no sense but make you so frustrated. i don't want anyone to see me like this, i don't want anyone to ask me about it, but i want someone to at least k n o w. the stupid bipolarity of my mind and the need to ask for help and the need to talk it out but the way my autistic ass was raised to not tell people about myself or what i do or what i think or what i feel because it makes people "uncomfortable" and i am spoiled. i am so spoiled. i have no RIGHT to complain. none of my problems or concerns matter because i am SPOILED. i am always the bad person. i am the bad person i am so bad and i am so horrible. you will be fucked whether you like it or not. you will be trauma-dumped on whether you like it or not. if you complain - you are a bad person. every time i was witnessed having a panic attack or a meltdown, i end up being the one apologizing just because they had to look at me. i am at fault because they saw me in pain. i am at fault because i asked for help. i am spoiled. i have no right to complain. i hurt people close to me whenever i open up. any time i mention an anxiety or a negative thought i am shut off. i have no right to complain because i am spoiled. my being is making people upset. i make people frustrated because i am not normal. i have always been the bad person. this album represents the feral, angry, pain-ridden wolf that i have to keep inside because it hurts people. my pent-up anger, sadness, anxieties and stress materializes as horrible words and insults and manipulation. i've never learnt how to express my emotions properly because whenever i tried, i kept being told to shut the fuck up because i have no right to complain because i am spoiled. i don't know my own limits, i don't know my boundaries - they've all been broken. my body has been given away. i am used and i let myself be used because i feel purpose that way. i will always hear people out and i will never comment anything negatively or criticize because i have no right to do so. i am not. allowed. to speak. my mind. every word, every feeling, every pain is kept inside. the absolute frustration and psychosis in this album comforts me so much because i feel like i am listening to myself vent, because noone wants to hear it because i have no right to complain because i am spoiled.

time has passed and i believe the worst is behind me. from overdozing to people making fun of me hurting myself because it's not "serious enough". from many, many misdiagnoses to dropping medication and experiencing the withdrawls. i have only recently accepted the fact that i have autism and that nothing within me can ever be healed or fixed. i am, and forever will be, who i am. people can be mad at me for it. i am learning to finally start expressing my emotions in a calm, healthy way, without fearing that people will reject me. little by little, the screams inside lower. the things i've done in the past, the people i've hurt, the ME i've hurt, so many times, is now in the past and i can only now start to change things and accept myself and learn to live with myself.

thank you so much @vyl3tpwny <3 rest assured that you really helped one person out (me)

you mean to tell me there are people who don't make little creature noises on a daily basis? wild

so bc i am a Gross Dude my friends i and sometimes rate our burps and my coworker (who is a teen girl) burped in front of me once and i instinctively rated it

so now every time she burps she looks to me hopefully for a rating and bc she has delicate little baby burps i now have to create an entirely new Burp Rating System unique to her bc i rate anything below a 5 and she looks at me like this

The biggest misconception in public schools is that literary analysis is about proving you can be right or wrong about a book you read

Literary analysis isn’t about the book

It’s not even about being right

It’s about performing an investigation and presenting your case to the jury

It doesn’t matter if your defendant killed that guy or not. If you can convince the jury he didn’t, you’ve won

And the incredible life skill of spinning bulletproof bullshit out your ass with a handful of facts and a prayer is soooooooo much more valuable than anyone’s ever gonna tell you

time to see if my old mpreg player works ahhh!!!

doflamingo in prison screaming and crying and throwing up because he got the news that buggy the clown is banging crocodile

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