Dasha is so unbelievably depressing. You can see that the judgement she inflicts on everyone else she also inflicts on herself. So much of what I see from her is just a "I'm not unattractive, right? I'm attractive, so I'm a worthy person. God, if I were unattractive, I would hate myself. I'm not unattractive, right?" Over and over again in perpetuity, no room for anything else. Her whole twitter is like this, she's fixated.
new axis on the political compass
I hate to say it but 
This picture is like a training set of data for the AI that allows me to identify libertarians. I feel like I could detect one at 50 paces now.
I too love to construct my worldview through word association.
Tell me a spooky scary story. Something that happened to you, or someone you know, or local folklore, or something your uncle told you by the campfire. Paranormal experiences welcome. I want to look like pic attached.
(just nothing involving SA pls and thanks)
Just visited, wow it is extremely grim over there. They are not well.
WTF get the flag of my people outta there
There's a middle path that's being overlooked in this post. We can flexibly move closer/ draw away as people and relationships change, because people and relationships are always changing.This strategy leaves us in a more powerful position. And some changes in opinion/ politics, in my opinion, don't even need to register. I'm not 100% responsible for my dumbass friends. Maybe like 15% responsible.
I'm not saying NEVER cut anyone out, but defaulting to cutting people out results in a lot of dysfunction. The most abusive friend I ever had would just chop people off and smear their reputations over any level of disagreement, and I was complicit in that. Looking back, it was as if they had 0 doubts or flexibility about their beliefs.
Because I'm very agreeable, I was last to be cut out. Then, they were alone. I had to spend a lot of time unlearning the black and white thinking and bad habits I picked up from them. Thought I would share so you don't make the mistakes I did.
Last 5 min of his term. U just gotta belieeeeeeve.
One day, we will stop comparing human races to dog breeds.
"... one might describe the trumpet as a machine where you put in compressed air and divorce comes out..."
This is like a beautiful poem.
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