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dbphantom · 9 months
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erinsintra · 6 months
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stupid shit i believed (and did) in as a kid
I thought parrots could talk. Like, talk for real, like a cartoon character. When I visited my aunt, who kept a parrot as a pet, I kept trying to engage in small talk with it, and was pretty disappointed when I realised all he could say was my aunt's name.
I once read this comicbook story about a magical tree that was immune to the flow of time, and such its leaves did not change colour during autumn nor did they fell during winter. I live in a tropical country, and all the trees here are like that, so I just assumed they were all magical as well.
If you ate fish and drank water afterwards, the fish would come back from the dead inside your stomach.
I thought these things (idk how they're called in english) were tiny DVDs for ants.
I would refuse to eat seedless fruits. It didn't matter if they tasted good, it didn't matter if they were cheap. They were an unholy creation of mankind and would never be welcomed inside my mouth.
When my mum yelled at me, I would go to my grandpa and ask him to ground her. It did work once.
In my head, the Moon was a giant living being that could see us from where she stood on the sky, and I was 100% sure whe was following me wherever I went.
Wasps were the boy version of bees.
I believed George Washington was like Santa Claus for Americans and he also wasn't real.
Whenever I heard a cicada singing (or ringing? idk), I would sing back to them so they wouldn't feel lonely.
When presented with a new kind of food, I would first imagine myself eating it. If I didn't like the taste inside my head, I wouldn't even bother eating the actual dish. There's still a shitton of stuff I have never tasted because of that rule.
When I was like, seven or eight, I watched a few clips from the Chucky movie on youtube. After that, I started to believe all dolls had the potential to become evil muderers, and so I would always be nice to the ones I owned (asking them if they were okay, sitting them comfortably on my bed instead of laying around on the floor) so if they ever turned evil they would at least spare me.
I believed the voice in my head was a different person, and whenever "it" got mad at me, "it" would start endlessly listing all of the things I feared in order to make me anxious. I still don't know how to explain this, but I'm glad they stopped doing that.
For over eleven years of my life I genuinely believed everyone in Greece still went around wearing togas and worshipping the twelve Olympians. I was rather disappointed when I learned they are mostly Christian nowadays.
I was one hundred percent sure the Easter Island was not real, and it was instead some sort of fictional fantasy place like Wonderland that at some point became public domain and everyone started using it. Even nowadays, I still go "oh, right, this exists" whenever someone mentions the place.
When I raised my hands in a windy day, I could feel the wind passing between my fingers. I thought I was the only person who could do this, and this I had secret airbending powers that would show up when I got older or something.
Johnny Bravo was the grown-up version of Johnny Test. I mean, they were both blond, from the same channel, and were both named Johnny. It made perfect sense.
Whenever I closed my eyes to wash my hair at the shower, a demon showed up in my bathroom to try and kill me, so I had to open my eyes as fast as possible, even if I got some shampoo on them by accident, otherwise I would die.
I couldn't sleep in total darkness, I always needed some light source near me, however small it was. I wasn't necessarily scared of the dark, or anything lurking in it, I just believed that if my eyes suddenly vanished for whatever reason, I wouldn't know I had been blinded if it was dark. I don't understand that part either.
I thought Halloween was an American celebration about having burned all their witches and the reason we didn't celebrate it in my country was because we still had witches here.
My mum once gave me this fancy plastic cup with a built-in straw and a small extra cavity to store tiny things and I loved it so much I would only drink water from that specific cup. I also started drinking water a lot as an excuse to use it, and whenever I was sad, I would drink more water because using the cup made me feel a little bit better. To this day, I still drink a lot of water when I feel upset.
I had my own place at the couch, just like Sheldon Cooper from Big Bang. I wouldn't mind if anyone sat on it, but I would never sit in another part of the couch unless explicitly forced to.
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mizra-asgardia · 2 years
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"On All Saint's Wake Eve, the Great Pumpkin shall riseth from thine pumpkin patch, flying through the heavens, distributing trinkets to the children of Eorzea."
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(I'm only a little bit sorry and more or less caffeinated.)
IT GOT BETTER.
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sasukesun · 7 months
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lastcallatrockysbar · 4 months
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trolledu · 11 months
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whowouldwininafite · 11 months
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Never have I wanted to see something more. Fantastic image @fireislandvolcano
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tht1chickamanda · 6 months
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I know nobody reads these anymore but…
Years ago I was that horribly depressed kid knowing I wasn’t gonna make it
But now I’ve made it past when I thought I wouldn’t be here, I have a family I’ve always wanted, a baby I’ve always wanted, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
If I can do it, you can do it too. Don’t give up. Never give up 💛
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0verstepping · 17 days
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winchestersbaby067 · 1 year
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zhansww · 5 months
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glittergoblin13 · 1 year
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So I don't know why, but there is something viscerally satisfying about squeezing a Squishmallow. I was having a super shit morning until my coworker handed me her new one, which is rather large and deeply comforting.
It's a Loch Ness Monster. She says its name is Greg.
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indeedgoodman · 3 months
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wildelydawn · 2 years
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I’ll Ignite For You. | A KinnPorsche: the Series FanFic.
Calling an 8,000 word document an epilogue is a stretch. 
Let’s call this the final chapter of I’ll Ignite For You.
Warning: the end is cheesy as heck.
And, of course, here is the updated playlist.
From the very bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who supported and read this little story of mine. Every comment, kudos, piece of feedback, fueled II4Y. I am so happy we took this journey together. Forever grateful.
Plot Summary:
Six months after Porchay finds out the truth and vanishes, Kim is still trying to pick up the pieces of his life. Until he sees a familiar face in the crowd.
Read the story on Ao3!
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It's been years since I've actually used this account. I spent a long time posting my feelings here as a teen and honestly into my early 20's because it felt like a safe place to be sad.
I don't plan on using this account again after this and I don't expect this to be seen by anyone now, but I want my last post to be one that I think my 16 year old self needed to hear.
It got better.
Like so much better. You're about to turn 27 in the next month and you have 2 kids and a step son. You made it work with that guy with the long hair and the goofy smile from college and the daughter you have together is adorable.
Nothing is particularly easy and the world has kind of fallen apart significantly more but your life and the people you've filled it with are more than enough to keep you going every day. Your home is an old converted barn, full of character and you've filled it with love and joy and lots of little nick backs and things of your own. We have a large gallery of art and family photos all over the place. Everyone who visits says how quirky and unique it is and you love it.
You enjoy your job and are looking forward to being able to get the youngest into childcare so you can go back to doing more, yes, you like your job that much .
You survived a world pandemic, you worked through it in a care home and it was hard and heartbreaking and tiring and a lot of things but you made it though it and it feels like a lifetime a go now.
you haven't had it completely easy, you've had heartbreak and pain of many kinds but the most important thing is that all of those things made today so much better then I ever expected it would be.
I love my life now. I love my children and my partner and I am genuinely happy.
Thank you to this stupid place on the internet for being such a safe haven for me for so long but this chapter has closed and it's time to put a final full stop to this page. So let this be it.
Peace out ✌️
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