know what I always disliked when i was growing up? when adults would tell me not to say i hated something because “hate is a strong word.” yeah???? so???? im 9 and i have strong feelings
They had a point though, reckless use of words never works out.
shut the fuck up. i hate you and i hate this dumbass comment
“if somebody becomes panicked when you accuse them of lying theyre obviously not telling the truth” shut up ugly im a survivor who got punished for shit i never did all the time of fucking course im gonna panic when im blamed for something i didnt do
since this post is actually getting attention rn i really want to emphasize this-
many of the “tells” of lying are traits commonly found in abuse survivors and mentally ill/disabled people.
stuttering, averting eye contact, panicking, raising your volume, fidgeting, and other similar traits are actions performed commonly by these groups, especially in situations of heavy stress- such as being accused of doing something we didnt do, especially if we are afraid of being punished for doing nothing.
im honestly begging people to think critically when accusing somebody of lying for small traits like these.
the fact that there is even emulation discourse is baffling. emulation is integral to video game history and accessibility. end of story shut up. if u dont think so, go shove an 80 dollar chronotrigger cartridge up your ass
i love calling the most mundane things sexy like my roommate just let me know that we’re going to have an in-unit washer & dryer in the apartment that we’re moving into and my first thought is “that is so sexy”
I feel so stupid sometimes because I fantasize too much about the people I like; I invent stories with them, I imagine entire days with them and how nice the future will be with pictures and letters and other tender things that makes a lot of sense in my mind. then the reality turn to be so much different and meaner and maybe the reason why it’s so difficult for me to accept it and letting people go it’s because I just want my future to be happy. in all my stories and castles I build inside of my mind, sadness just does not exist
The thing about being LGBT+ is, at some point in your childhood, no matter how accepting your parents are, at some point, you have to question: “do they love me unconditionally?” And then you have to plan for the possibility hat the answer is no. And that fucks you up. Straight cis people never have to question that.
I feel the mountains burn inside 