I gave up all hope that it’s going to turn out all right, and more or less stopped caring

Nah, rm’d on shudders Oracle linux

I once deleted an 800 gb log file, does that count

Not what you’re asking for, but it’s the same core principle as irony poisoning, I think. And, I know that shit is real, because it’s happened to me. It was kind of a core life lesson to me to watch what I consume.

Isn’t what we call a marathon just the last short leg of his journey, and he ran like 100-150 miles?

I mean, on the bright side, only two more years until I can kill myself!

That was a crossover promotion with archer, a show about essentially a giant dickwad james bond, voiced by the same guy who voices bob

Question: why does my life has more value than my cats? We both think, we both feel. We both have people who love us.

Is mine more valuable because I have a longer lifespan? Are children with terminal cancer less valuable?

Is mine worth more because I’m self aware? I’m pretty sure some cats have shown self awareness with the mirror test.

Sure, I may be smarter. But, does that make me intrinsically more valuable? Why?

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Wen deez nutts? Around 8 pm

Well that is my average friday night

Chastity cage! =D

To help stop you jerking off. Getting super pent up and horny really really heightens anal for me, and it puts me in a fun subby headspace, even by myself

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I plug for a couple days at a time every once in a while, honestly you stop noticing the outside contact after a couple hours. Then you forget it’s there for the most part until you move and it grinds against your prostate and you’re like “oh right this is nice” and you start doing kegels and leaking in your cage

I love compliments but they also mess with me a bit. Like, I don’t know how to respond. Like, half of me wants to say thanks! And then ramble for 20 minutes about what they complimented me on, and half of me wants to say thanks and compliment them back. The former is usually weird and I honestly have a bit of trouble complimenting someone on the spot, so I just kind of freeze, and it’s made more difficult because at the same time I’m trying to process someone saying something positive about me when I’ve only thought of myself negatively for a very long time. It’s wonderful and difficult all at once

I just continually dread existence, with temporary times where I’m unable to cope with it

It’s super context dependent. Asking “How do I ask a woman out?” Vs “How do I ask a female out?” say very different things about you.

I like to see it as what we call a soul is simply the hashcode of our being. They’re technically not unique, but as you’re the only you they are. It’s not some guiding spirit to your conciousness, it’s who you are. The choices you make, the experiences you’ve had, the things you’ve thought and the conclusions you’ve reached, the sum of your being, encoded.