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thefuckwouldisaywhatfor:

I will never, never, put a fucking trigger warning on anything. Ever.

Do you read the newspaper? Do you watch movies? Do you go on the internet, ever?

If you are so emotionally crippled that you can’t handle seeing or reading something icky, you need to be in a fucking hospital, under observation, until such time as the world isn’t too sad for you.

I saw, in person, at age 14, a homeless man lie down on some railroad tracks and get bisected by a couple tons of fast-moving steel.

My girlfriend, when I was 25, had an abortion that has pretty much ruined the rest of my life.

I have been sexually abused by family members and friends, beaten unto the point of hospitalization by my father, and witnessed a man set on fire by a flare gun fired into an automobile.

I am the product of domestic abuse. I have been shot at by muggers. I have witnessed stabbings.

If you can’t handle a spider, some blood, or a sad news story, get the fuck off the internet.

I mean this.

Go to therapy, if you can afford it.

Grow a fucking vagina and woman up. Horrible shit is de rigueur, kids. It’s almost 2012. You want to play ostrich you go ahead. I won’t help you do it, though.

For two years I couldn’t see an Asian baby without crying. Every locomotive whistle reminds me that life can occasionally be so shitty you’d rather die than live it. My dad calls me five or six times a month, because he’s my dad.

Shut the fuck up and live. Either that, or die. Those are your options. The world doesn’t owe you a nice soft pillow. You cannot, and shouldn’t, ask it to be nicer to you than to others.

Fuck your trigger warnings. The phrase “trigger warning” triggers enough resentment in me to necessitate one.

You are not special, and millions of other people make it through the day, the week, and their entire lives without coddling. Respect them enough to do the same, or up your fucking dosage.

Pansies.

motherfucker you clearly need some of that same fucking medication you’re looking down your crooked ass nose at people for using. because you have some pent-up aggression toward anyone else who seems to have FOUND REAL WAYS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR ISSUES AND TRY TO HEAL AND MOVE PAST THEM AND YOU THEREFORE RESENT THEM FOR KNOWING WHAT HELPS THEM.

sorry that you can’t bring yourself to admit that you need help like we need help.

and i’m not going to apologize for your abuse because it has nothing to do with me and a fucking apology from a stranger on the internet won’t do shit for me, but it sucks that that happened. it also sucks that you hate everyone else who was fucking abused enough that you think they don’t deserve to CREATE SAFE SPACES FOR THEMSELVES.

also. BIG FUCKING WHOOP YOU WON’T PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS ON SHIT. THEY AREN’T UNIVERSAL. PEOPLE FIND BLOGS THAT THEY LIKE AND THEY ASK PEOPLE POLITELY TO PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS ON SHIT AND IF THEY DON’T THEY UNFOLLOW. YOUR SUPERIORITY COMPLEX IS FUCKING SHOWING YOU DIPSHIT, IRONICALLY THE VERY THING YOU’RE SAYING PEOPLE ASKING FOR TRIGGER WARNINGS HAVE. YOUR BLOG DOESN’T DESERVE TO BE TREATED ANY BETTER, SO THE FACT THAT YOU HATE TWS IS NO SKIN OFF OUR FUCKING NOSE YOU DIPSHIT MOTHERFUCKER.

EAT SHIT. eat. shit. and have fun being a crotchety old man who APPARENTLY thinks that his history of abuse and his witnessing some shitty events means that he is somehow allowed to say really fucking racist, anti-semitic, sexist, bullshit things.