I want you all to see this video of a small train ride at an amusement park where some weird woman keeps waving the entire time to no one in particular.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSs5eX9RMhE

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I have a burning hatred for camgirls and incels who would lick the toe crust off their feet if they asked
A while back I was on 8kun(formerly toenail clippings) and came across a female named “yanderecel” on there sites version of r9k, namefagging is bad already but posting your face and your my mother's fax machine all in a bundle? Were you raped by your uncle at the age of 3??
Worse part is there were users interacting with her while she was clearly a minor. How about everyone stay in the hole they crawled out? Dealio?

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If your apartment building doesn't allow bird feeders, just sprinkle seeds on the windowsills.

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back again, Moth is back, back again, guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back guess who's back , woooooooo
who wanna do some shit, give me ideas and i'll give you some too

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Just like the old days amiright?
...guys?

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jews run the world, bout a quarter of the world is muslim, nearly everyone these days is fake or just stupid, pedophile billionaires and politicians get away with everything, people are supporting a child murderer because of feminism or something, lgbt nonsense is still everywhere, and I still don't have a gf.

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yeah

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I wanna preface this by saying im NOT a troon and NEVER will be and I personally know for a fact im not gay

Im a man but I don't really understand how to be one entirely, I grew up without a father figure and I was mentally ill and deeply isolated in my tween/teen years and was suicidal. I've always been very sensitive cuz of autism and im very physically weak my whole life, I was really insecure about this in high school and I was already depressed so I found myself latching onto media that had "Soft" male characters like deltarune and sanrio stuff and a variety of cute themed furry webcomics because I associated masculine men with ugly and mean things like my dad, and I saw myself in characters like ralsei or the suicidal cat in this picture

I didn't want to fuck them I want that to be clear, the fantasy is being the character and then maybe dating one of the girl characters from the comics/games I was fantasizing about. part of my suicidal tendencies was the fantasy of escaping the real world and then going to a afterlife where I basically become one of those characters,

its so bad it warped my perception of self where my inner monologue and self perception I always imagine a squeaky voiced sort of chibi/fursona version of myself whenever I think or picture myself doing something or during my cry sessions.

Im a adult now and I know this stuff is all really fucking bad and unhealthy especially since I have seen how troons are and have shifted into a more conservative mindset but no matter what I do I can't get out of this headspace

im so jealous of normal guys who grow up and do manly stuff and have girlfriends without ever having these weird fantasies because I genuinely don't know what to do, I know I need to be normal but my brain wants me to -ACK and get away from reality, wtf do I do to undo this, I feel like I got fucked up rng and should just -ack to try again at life as a normal guy.

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The sea was completely empty. It started with "No SpongeBob Day," a holiday meant to give Bikini Bottom a single day of peace away from his antics. But one day wasn't enough for them. The entire town packed their bags and left, leaving the sponge entirely alone. One day turned into a week, and a week turned into fourteen agonizing days of absolute isolation.
Left alone in the silence, SpongeBob’s mind began to unravel. The silence in his pineapple was deafening. He drifted into a deep depression, which quickly mutated into severe, terrifying delusions. He convinced himself that the entire world hated him, that his existence was a curse to everyone he loved.
When the citizens finally returned to Bikini Bottom, nobody noticed his absence at first. Three days passed, and nobody saw him. Mr. Krabs grew anxious, wondering why his star fry cook hadn't shown up for work. Patrick, completely oblivious to the passage of time, decided he wanted to go jellyfishing. He walked up to the pineapple, knocking loudly on the front door. There was no answer.
Inside, the house was dark, overwhelmed by an oppressive atmosphere of despair. In the center of the living room sat SpongeBob, completely lost in his own sorrow, surrounded by manifestations of his unraveled mind.
Giving up, Patrick wandered over to Squidward’s house and knocked on the door. "Squidward, do you know where SpongeBob is?" Patrick asked. Squidward scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I don't know, Patrick, and frankly, I hope I never see him again."
The next morning, the heavy glass doors of the Krusty Krab swung open. SpongeBob walked in, his head hanging low, his movements stiff and robotic. Sandy Cheeks was sitting at a table and smiled when she saw him. "Hey there, SpongeBob! Can I get a Krabby Patty? Say, why do you look so sad, partner?"
SpongeBob didn't offer a word. He didn't even look at her. He walked straight past the counter, entered the kitchen, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Once inside, the weight of his isolation broke him completely. He wept bitterly, consumed by the delusion that he had been rejected by everyone he knew. “I can't take this anymore,” he whispered to the empty kitchen. “Everybody hates me. Everybody hates me.”
In a daze, he began to operate the kitchen, but his overwhelming distress began to affect everything around him. Out in the dining room, the atmosphere grew cold, and customers began to complain about the strange, unappetizing quality of the food. Hearing the commotion, Squidward stormed into the kitchen to confront the cook.
"SpongeBob, what is wrong with you today?!" Squidward yelled, slamming the door open.
The words caught in his throat. The kitchen was in complete disarray, shrouded in unnatural shadows. SpongeBob was collapsed over the cooking station, entirely unresponsive, overcome by his psychological c Message too long. Click here to view the full text.