I had to post three or four warnings to my friend group that said, “The following is not a cry for help, I promise I’m fine” before I posted this.

Worth it.

I get what you’re going for, but maybe work on the wording? Because my immediate thought was, alright, you lay on the ground and I’ll drop a nuclear bomb, and let’s see which was more destructive.

This is a glorious save. Well done.

“I’m scared,” says Ralph.

But I am an author, and take control of this story. Ralph does not understand fear. His existence was short, his history nonexistent, his understanding of the world and his place within it unreal, characterized by the agony of going from non-being, to screaming awareness all in an instant.

The author has returned Ralph to the imaginary realm from which he sprang, freeing him, and any unwitting victims who witnessed his short, confusing reality.

Truly, the only monster here was the first narrator, a casual god who created Ralph only to serve as an instrument of suffering.

God, thank you. I have a long history of trauma such that ‘jokes’ about an unfun, unhealthy life aren’t fucking funny when they could be a cry for help in ‘joke’ form. I’d much rather offer someone who’s ‘joking’ the support they might be too afraid to ask for than to ‘laugh’ at a ‘joke’ about a bad time.

This is entirely alien to me, and I can’t understand it, but… As long as you’re happy? I hope you are. For the most part, at least. If someone insisted on talking at me for long periods I’d lose my dang mind.

I hope you’re joking when you say your marriage is hell. If you’re not, maybe consider not being married? You deserve to not live in hell.

People are sleeping on Little Witch Academia. If I had seen it as an early teen girl, I would’ve been obsessed.

I really loved Space Dandy, but if you’re claiming it doesn’t sexualize women, the entire restaurant of Boobies would like to have a word with you.

ETA: And we meet Meow doing upskirts.

I want out of this mall is what I want. This is no way to run a business!

I’m pure ADHD and it’s for sure me in the picture.

I’m now considering getting a tiara. I want to wear it in the bath.

Oh my God! I also lived an entire life in a dream!

I was really lucky, because I lived to an old age, and then my husband died, and I was able to really come to peace with my life and have a healthy relationship with my grown children and my grandchildren before I woke up.

I guess what I did differently is I had closure, and peace. And it took a week for the reality to sink back in, and for this life to become the real one, but I always felt… that life had its chance, ended. This one needs my very different attention. I’d hate to do this one wrong because I was still living in the last one.

I’m so glad you found someone real to love. I feel like we should start a lived-a-life-in-a-dream support group. It would’ve been really nice to have someone who understood then, at the beginning!

This needs to go to flippanarchy.

Identifying nazis should never be niche.

My stretchy leggings do a great job of moving the moisture away from the place it’s generated in. I don’t know the science, I just know having leggings on is a lot better for my sweating than a skirt. And trust me, I love skirts.

I’m sad to report, she probably won’t even be good at cooking.

Fuuuuuck that it’s sweatin’ season where I am. Don’t need beads of sweat a-rollin’ down my legs.

You know that was why they stopped with calling them weird.

Because it was working.

He also made a statement about building bridges.

For those among you who don’t speak Catholic, this was a direct call-out to Trump. Francis was known for saying you should build bridges, not walls.

Oooh, thank you for reminding me that game exists. I still haven’t played it, and so many people have told me it’s good!