I am worth roughly $45 million dollars.
That’s how much my body parts are worth.
But with my soul still occupying it,
My body is worth nothing.
By living, my value is dropped to next to nothing.
Why hasn’t someone killed me yet?
I want to die
elementary school is so fucking weird because you make friends and if they move away or you move away suddenly theyve dropped off the fucking face of the planet. even if you get their number or facebook or some shit they eventually stop using it and theyre just gone forever. sometimes im like “huh i wonder what happened to x” and i have NO fucking clue like they could be dead for all i know. what the fuck is up with that
I’ve come to make an announcement:
Steven Universe is a trigger for me
That’s it thanks
I just love how on every popular exclusionist post there’s always a pissy inclusionist replying “OP you are a BIGOT and have PERSONALLY given this acey bean horrific trauma, how DARE you say these things when ace people are DYING because of exclusionists every day 😭” and then another pissy inclusionist replying “lol nobody cares about exclusionists and what they think irl, OP is wasting their life on a pointless sideblog that effects nothing” like can y’all have a meeting or something and decide what agenda you’re pushing today?? It’s kinda giving me whiplash how we’re supposed to be dumb kids wasting their time on the internet AND the world’s worst oppressors simultaneously 🤷♀️
Alex asks questions, but some of the replies aren’t what he would have expected.
Content warnings: dehumanisation, drugging (faerie food), mentions of death, mentions of punishment, dubcon touching (not sexual)
“How long have you been working for Malachi?” Alex asked Leah. After Malachi had found out about his habit of throwing his meals out of the window he had ordered her to always stay with Alex until he had eaten everything. The lesser faerie seemed rather annoyed by this job, but Alex still enjoyed the rare opportunity to talk to someone else.
“About a century,” Leah replied curtly. “Hurry up and eat your lunch, will you? I don’t have all day for this.”
To placate the faerie Alex began to eat faster, trying not to get too distracted by the amazing taste of the stew. After his deception had been discovered and Malachi assured he ate properly now, Alex had been scared that he would become completely drugged out of his mind again. Luckily, it seemed that by keeping himself on a low diet at first, he had built up something of a tolerance to the faerie food. It still affected him, of course, but it was in no way comparable to the state he’d been in the first few months at Rían’s Court.
“Did Malachi have other pets before me?” Alex asked.
I had a really bad night terror this morning after being up until 8am. I woke up shaking and whimpering. A few hours later and my roommate and his girlfriend are mimicking the noises in his room and laughing.
I want to die.
hi yes death sounds wonderful on this nth day of quarantine
I was watching a movie n this woman’s husband died and she was like “he was the love of my life, No one will ever matter to me like he did” and then it occurred to me that if my husband/spouse ever died I wouldn’t know how to live with myself, I never want my partner to die. especially not before i do
Pastor and deacons carefully social distancing while lighting candles for the sick and one very unexpected death of a man in his forties.
I’m beginning to think this quarantine might kill me.
god im losing everyone i love. im losing myself. i dont know how to not want to die. today is what our 11 month anniversary would have been. and you probably hate me. im so sorry. do you still want to be friends with me? am i hurting you my love? im so sorry please dont hate me. i dont know what i would do if you did
literally ill never i nmy entire fucking life understand how the fuck ppl are coping with the fucking world we live in????? all of the cruelty and abuse and murder and torture of humans and children and animals and nature how do u cope with it all?????? how do u go about ur livez, working jobz getting ur rightz abuzed no respekt seeing all ov this disgusting shit on tha newz online having 2 konstantly neverendingly fite for ur rightz n ur equality n jus ur existence itself how do u ppl do it??????????? how how how in the absolute fuck am i supposed to do all ov theze thingz too??????? how do i become like u all and behave liek u all?????? how do i fucking cope when i am konstantly surrounded by disgusting pathetic murderous bullshit ????? n not a single aspekt ov my life or tha life around mee seemz to bee worth a single sekond more ov my fucking existence n suffering??????? honestly how do i do it??????????????
Mrs. Bucket in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory deserves so much respect. She’s been caring for her parents and her parents-in-law for twenty years. In that time she’s also had a child and lost her husband. Since no one looks particularly malnourished or unwell, we can assume that the grandparents are bedridden for chronic conditions and not lack of resources (ignoring Grandpa Jo’s miraculous recovery). Besides which, she must insist that Charlie attend school as Charlie himself seems raring to be the breadwinner of the home.
I never really appreciated Mrs. Bucket as a kid, or my own mom who kept the family together despite all odds. But without her, Charlie wouldn’t have survived to achieve his dreams. Mrs. Bucket is a dedicated, loving woman in a terrible situation doing her best.
This is a Mrs. Bucket defense blog!