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My Pillow: Give me back my pillow!
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Give me back my pillow!

My Pillow: COhen lwas a Kid hada big Spongebob plushie that Jeasth laved to was obsessed with Spongebob... Spongebob tooth brush paste! Ceadouod Pis! Sponge bob Bday Party! 0ριροφ ρυν could However, whe never AME-AVEmy undying CAPTAIN! love fo Sponge bob YoU READY KIDSP was not shared with my Mother... Ias ked her to comment and she stated: tgrates my 5ου His tormenting laugh haunts my dreams to this day "One day I came home from School and my s ponge bob plosh was missing from my bed./ \SPO0ONGEBOB! Searched everywhere but he was nowhere to be found... never Saw him ALWE! again... Years later,mother asked me to bring down my pillow covers So she could wash them ZI||I Spongebob wasn't misst na... He was murdered She amputate his limbs and nose and turned him into a pillow. Ga Istill cant believe yoo di that. lwas overcome with rage someoneintheshadow456: dysphoric-varian: dysphoric-rohan: dasha-henshins: outofpocket-prince: dysphoric-rohan: such-justice-wow: roselph: a murder mystery Uhhh that’s super fucked up if true. Imagine destroying your child’s toys and brushing it off I mean this is genuinely abusive. You can laugh it off now, but your parent destroyed your beloved possession just because your interests didn’t match theirs and they couldn’t manage their emotions. That’s a horrible way to treat your child. Ya that is fucked up :) but seriously you guys have some weird impressions of what parents are. They are dumbass adults who grew biological polyps. They are allowed to have feelings. Yeah turning SpongeBob into a Dexter pillow is not a stellar response to grateing nautical laughter, but it didn’t hurt anyone, and they can laugh about it now, what secret psychological dagger do you think was rammed into their heart? Abuse is more then being petty, it is more than being mean. Emotional parental abuse fucks you over about as much as physical one, but we just don’t talk about it. Don’t excuse abuse with “they’re just human and have feelings”. I have feelings, too, but do I break things belonging to my loved ones? Do I rip off the arms and legs of my fiancee’s or my brothers’ action figures and plushes? No! Because I love those people and treat their things with respect. It 100% does hurt people. Can you not imagine the pain of being a child and having your favourite stuffed toy go missing? Can you imagine the trauma of seeing your favourite stuffed toy mutilated when you’re just a child?Not respecting somebody’s belongings or going out of your way to destroy or get rid of somebody’s belongings is abuse. I know this because I was abused and this was done to me as part of my abuser’s control over me.Yes, abuse is more than being mean. Glad you mentioned that. Abuse is being mean, to somebody you’re supposed to love and care for, and who trusts you deeply. You’ve proved my point. Tearing up your kids toy is the same as destroying your fiances xbox. My mom practically grounded me every time I watched Cartoon Network because she thought it was annoying. My parents used to bully me for liking anime and even told me that the only way to get people to like me is to abandon it and become “normal, instead of watching stupid trash.” When I mentioned my classmates making fun of me they said “of course they will if you continue to watch garbage.” Worst part was that the lesson I ACTUALLY needed to learn was “be considerate about others, not everyone likes the same thing as you, there’s a time and place to talk about your interests.” But they didn’t know how to teach that to me and thought if they verbally abused me I’d somehow get the message from that.
My Pillow: COhen lwas a Kid hada
 big Spongebob plushie that
 Jeasth
 laved to
 was obsessed with
 Spongebob...
 Spongebob
 tooth brush
 paste!
 Ceadouod
 Pis!
 Sponge bob
 Bday Party!
 0ριροφ ρυν
 could
 However,
 whe never
 AME-AVEmy undying
 CAPTAIN! love fo
 Sponge bob
 YoU READY
 KIDSP
 was not
 shared
 with my
 Mother...
 Ias ked her to comment
 and she stated:
 tgrates my
 5ου
 His tormenting
 laugh haunts my
 dreams to
 this day

 "One day I came home from
 School and my s ponge bob plosh
 was missing from my bed./
 \SPO0ONGEBOB!
 Searched
 everywhere but
 he was nowhere
 to be found...
 never
 Saw him
 ALWE!
 again...

 Years later,mother asked me to
 bring down my pillow covers
 So she could wash them
 ZI||I
 Spongebob wasn't
 misst na...
 He was
 murdered

 She amputate
 his limbs and
 nose
 and turned him into
 a pillow.
 Ga
 Istill cant
 believe yoo di
 that.
 lwas overcome
 with rage
someoneintheshadow456:

dysphoric-varian:

dysphoric-rohan:


dasha-henshins:

outofpocket-prince:


dysphoric-rohan:


such-justice-wow:

roselph:
a murder mystery

Uhhh that’s super fucked up if true. Imagine destroying your child’s toys and brushing it off

I mean this is genuinely abusive. You can laugh it off now, but your parent destroyed your beloved possession just because your interests didn’t match theirs and they couldn’t manage their emotions. That’s a horrible way to treat your child.


Ya that is fucked up :) but seriously you guys have some weird impressions of what parents are. They are dumbass adults who grew biological polyps. They are allowed to have feelings. Yeah turning SpongeBob into a Dexter pillow is not a stellar response to grateing nautical laughter, but it didn’t hurt anyone, and they can laugh about it now, what secret psychological dagger do you think was rammed into their heart? Abuse is more then being petty, it is more than being mean. 


Emotional parental abuse fucks you over about as much as physical one, but we just don’t talk about it. 

Don’t excuse abuse with “they’re just human and have feelings”. I have feelings, too, but do I break things belonging to my loved ones? Do I rip off the arms and legs of my fiancee’s or my brothers’ action figures and plushes? No! Because I love those people and treat their things with respect. It 100% does hurt people. Can you not imagine the pain of being a child and having your favourite stuffed toy go missing? Can you imagine the trauma of seeing your favourite stuffed toy mutilated when you’re just a child?Not respecting somebody’s belongings or going out of your way to destroy or get rid of somebody’s belongings is abuse. I know this because I was abused and this was done to me as part of my abuser’s control over me.Yes, abuse is more than being mean. Glad you mentioned that. Abuse is being mean, to somebody you’re supposed to love and care for, and who trusts you deeply. You’ve proved my point.


Tearing up your kids toy is the same as destroying your fiances xbox. 
My mom practically grounded me every time I watched Cartoon Network because she thought it was annoying. 


My parents used to bully me for liking anime and even told me that the only way to get people to like me is to abandon it and become “normal, instead of watching stupid trash.” When I mentioned my classmates making fun of me they said “of course they will if you continue to watch garbage.” 
Worst part was that the lesson I ACTUALLY needed to learn was “be considerate about others, not everyone likes the same thing as you, there’s a time and place to talk about your interests.” But they didn’t know how to teach that to me and thought if they verbally abused me I’d somehow get the message from that.

someoneintheshadow456: dysphoric-varian: dysphoric-rohan: dasha-henshins: outofpocket-prince: dysphoric-rohan: such-justice-wow:...

My Pillow: i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yal do it??? I have Arguments and 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?7 do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?2? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass d be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All i mean i guess it's possible the way american houses are built but it's still a bit far fetched mo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like Imao you can't sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there's only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it, plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that's always creaking and "settling" which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there's always weird noises anyway we're in the middle of the woods and there's always creepy fucking noises but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends? and I do literally mean through the woods, our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart enough to grab a flashlight, but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time and she was high as fuuuuuuuck so she's creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever then she steps on a frog because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our property isn't fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn't know what the fuck just happened AT ALL I wake up to a series of frantic text messages dont tell momd and dad also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom's sewing needle because she "got restless and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em and get on top) so waking up to an "I just murdered text from her was actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've never seen that person before, and that night,I decided I was ride or die so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at east I'm smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was "onthe driveways" but again, that's a quarter mile finally I arrive at the scene of the crime sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaler Jabba the Hut she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart obviously a frog, a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn't even a fucking body just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of peel! so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my also, I totally held my sister's hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep the journey came home Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder
My Pillow: i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual
 this is just so unrealistic to me like what the
 fuck how do yal do it??? I have Arguments and
 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a
 building??? do i just wait for the elevator?7 do i
 take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot
 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this
 shit without waking anyone up?2? this is So
 Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my
 mom will come into my room and see if my ass
 is okay and then complain that i woke her up
 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS
 REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO
 YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE
 4. if my mom found out that id been going
 places in the middle of the night u bet your ass
 d be dead the next day
 5. i dont believe in this concept At All
 i mean i guess it's possible the way american
 houses are built but it's still a bit far fetched
 mo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an
 urbanizacion it was like Imao you can't sneak
 out in a house like that. first of all our windows
 are miami style of whatever, second of all
 there's only 1 functioning door (technically our
 house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on
 both sides so it was never used but in any case
 both were on the same side of the house), and
 the house is so small like you would hear
 someone opening and closing it, plus you just
 know at least 1 person on your street would be
 up and would spill that piping hot tea to your
 parents the next day
 so my sister snuck out of the house one night
 because we live in an old house in the country
 that's always creaking and "settling" which,
 good news: is perfect for sneaking out because
 there's always weird noises anyway
 we're in the middle of the woods and there's
 always creepy fucking noises
 but hey, what are white girls gonna do except
 sneak out at night and through the woods to go
 have sex with their boyfriends?
 and I do literally mean through the woods, our
 driveway is a quarter of a mile long through
 actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart
 enough to grab a flashlight, but she could sort
 of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at
 the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to
 except when she got dropped off, she had to
 make the trip back up the driveway, through
 the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever,
 at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White
 Girl Murdered time
 and she was high as fuuuuuuuck
 so she's creeping her way back up the
 driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall
 off the ground and get lost in the sky forever
 then she steps on a frog
 because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our
 property isn't fucking creepy enough already
 and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister
 stepped on a FROG and apparently it both
 squished and belched, and keep in mind that
 with no light whatsoever she doesn't know
 what the fuck just happened AT ALL
 I wake up to a series of frantic text messages
 dont tell momd and dad
 also, just for context, this is also the sister that
 pierced her own ears and gave herself a
 stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom's
 sewing needle because she "got restless and
 picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half
 a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds
 heavier AND WON
 (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em
 and get on top)
 so waking up to an "I just murdered
 text from her was actually kind of inevitable.
 siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've
 never seen that person before, and that night,I
 decided I was ride or die
 so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into
 the woods in the middle of the night, but at
 east I'm smart enough to take a flashlight.
 sister had already texted me she was "onthe
 driveways" but again, that's a quarter mile
 finally I arrive at the scene of the crime
 sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a
 frog: laying still beside her, looking like a
 slightly smaler Jabba the Hut
 she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart
 obviously a frog, a fucking BIG ASS frog, but
 still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed
 because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out
 too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in
 front of all the Forest Monsters on my way
 down here and there isn't even a fucking body
 just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a
 heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not
 dead! still very much alive and full of peel!
 so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my
 also, I totally held my sister's hand with my Piss
 Hand as I led her back home because she
 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep
 the journey came home
Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder

Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder