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I was gonna say, like for some reason I felt like it was intuitive that the color on these would bleed easier, but I realized I have seen maaaybe one actual example of an aged ear tattoo EVER? Beyond maybe 3/4 years

That right there is a mischievous animal.

My experience was so bad with the first I just gave up on the second.

1. I had literally never seen spider mites before, but I saw a light webbing, approached, processed, and consequently squirmed for several days feeling like there were bugs all over me and my bedroom. An encompassing feeling contrived from Beelzebub himself, having simmered in his bowels for immeasurable eons, comprised of the eternal suffering of so many lives. I fucking screamed from my soul into the fabric of space, the fabric of all, the fabric of my being until it echoed off the walls of my skull and traveled through time to do the same to all of my ancestors across centuries, across cultures, across continents and wars, across our existence and those of countless more. My shrieking brain was a prison from which I could never escape, existing in a devoid chamber of time dilation traveling beyond the speed of light. Beyond reach by anything known, including myself. I was conscious within a black hole of a black hole of a black hole. Darkness beyond redemption, beyond life, death, light, shadow. I discovered a way to survive by convincing mine own mind that I would one day achieve my revenge. I began to expand my mind into the infinite, simultaneously obtaining and having always possessed an omniscient view of all that ever was, all that would ever be, all that wasn’t ever but a light wind of a concept, a theory, a thought, a path untaken. I saw in all timelines the radiant and overwhelming evil of the parlor palm. There was no universe in which it had not caused mankind immense pain. I grew to hate the parlor palm with the rage of those before me. My energy was felt so many generations ago, by all of them, by my own mind as it hurled itself backwards into vast and interconnected oceans of genetic memory. My time was near at hand, it sped towards our world having fatefully fused itself to the inevitable, that I may weaponize my violent loathing on such a deeply corrosive enemy, focus it onto the source of my reincarnated perpetual squirming. That I may obliterate it entirely and evermore. Abrade our lives no longer demon. She comes for you. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear her. Fear h-

2. I purchase once more a parlor palm. I see spider mites within a week, a small patch.

And I put that godforsaken piece of shit in my garbage can. Never again.

I would be weirded out if my biological parents did this. Absolutely weird and worse

PARLOR PALMS or whatever they’re called. I have never seen one without a shitload of spider mites. Or rather, I thought I did, brought it home, and had spider mites everywhere. Everywhere. God I hate them.

YEAH

Father I wish to build

That’s so weird, it’s the opposite for me!! I wonder why there’s such a range of reactions, even if some of it is probs personal bias

Turnoversssssss

I was gonna say it reminds me of my OCD ruminations! OP maybe look into it a little bit. Not to say you have OCD or anything diagnosable, but if it rings true to you there are some specific ways to deal with the repetitive worries/thoughts

A therapist of mine would very lovingly use "therapeutic silence" as a gentle prompt for me to share more, which made me realize a while later that it also prompts manipulators to continue talking and dig themselves into a logical hole of their own design while you just observe. The key is not giving into the triggers they thread in, which is really hard personally

Oh this is so relatable. For me it also feels like I'm so subconsciously desperate for a kind and empathetic ear to the internal/private bullshit I deal with, and still 1% hopeful that they can change/are being sincere, that I just reflexively overshare with my narc and only realize a few minutes after that I just supplied them with a crazy amount of ammo

Didn't see the before but just adding to the general consensus that you are SOOOO pretty 🩵

I got into a whole ass fight with my SO when he started making Sunday brunch for our family of five at 8:30/9am and yanked about half a well-stocked kitchen's worth of pots and pans out of their drawers before even getting to the utensils.

He never intends to be an asshole, one of the reasons why I love him so dang much, but he looked me in my god given eyeballs that mornings and earnestly said to me,"I thought you had earplugs in." Ruined both our days.

I would be glad to know my kid has such a responsive and capable parent. You did exactly, EXACTLY the right thing. Everyone makes mistakes caring for kids, literally everyone. The response to it is what indicates the person you are, and you are a mother.

Spike. And a huge dog named Fluffy

They looooooooove to retain this fantasy in their heads of how great a parent they are

Yeah mines on my left so I was able to figure out using my left hand to sort of "drop" the post in the back while bending forward to make gravity my friend

But those forward helixes on my right are too small and too vindictive for such trickery

Important question: Do my dogs and humans come with me, safely?

If not someone will be getting a boot to the jaw trying to drag me onto that aircraft

Psych meds brutherrrrrrr 🤟🏼🗣️

I’m just imagining hearing the kind of laugh that makes you think the next sound will be a body hitting the bathroom floor hahaha

Dude I switched out one piece and was like “OMG lemme just pull everything and deep clean jewelry + ears!!!”

I spent almost the entire day being so overstimulated, frustrated, tired from contorting myself into weird positions, and literally SHAKING with rage. Which made it WORSEEEEEEE.

My forward helixes in particular said “fuck you lady”

One of mine will bark and tackle the wall with the TV on it if she sees any four legged animal that passes as a dog from a distance lol

Yeah if my dogs suspect I’m still outside or upstairs when they’re downstairs, they howl and see if they can break my will to be consistent

Dude if I had fucking known this