A Minecraft Grass Block. Please.

Dark Moon Greatsword / Ludwig’s Holy Blade

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demons in my room watching me bust out sick moves to this masterpiece of a song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvF5iq_s01Q) at three in the morning after I just stoped crying be like:

I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i

There is this story from my hometown where a woman brutally murdered her husband after he came home from the grocery store with the wrong kind of beans for the chili she had been planning to make. Apparently when the cops arrived, that was the only reason she gave for murdering him. It was sensationalized in the papers and the narrative was like “Wow! This crazy bitch stabbed her husband to death all because he brought home the wrong kind of beans!” and it was so ridiculous and sensational that it was one of the biggest news stories my hometown had experienced in years.

Trial rolls around and it turns out he had been abusing and controlling her for years. Domestic violence call after domestic violence call. He’d been essentially torturing her for years and nobody had been doing a damn thing.

This poor woman was in the kitchen of the single wide trailer she shared with him (he was a convicted felon (violent offense) and refused to work so she was the sole breadwinner and did the domestic labor) having one simple request for him and sending him on this errand (he didn’t letting her to leave the house) and he returns with the wrong beans for the dinner she is making for him. She politely tells him he brought the wrong beans (I think they were dried (cheaper but take hours to prepare)) for dinner. And he goes off on her. And a switch flips in her and she grabs the kitchen knife from the counter and stabs him to death on the kitchen floor. And the cops come and she tells them she stabbed him over beans. Not because she had been essentially held captive for years, not because she was afraid for her life after he had been physically abusive to her, but because beans were the only thing she could think about.

She was so broken in that moment and everyone mocked her at her lowest. This crime could have been prevented. Not by her showing self restraint, not by him buying the right beans but by anyone getting her out of that fucking situation in the years prior. I’m from a rural area. There are no nearby shelters or available support groups. Somebody would have had to help her. But nobody did.

when u exit hyperfocus mode and ur immediately hit with every status effect ever

bat mosaic at the rijksmuseum you are all i think about 💖