My volunteer military girlfriend is a better actress than anyone else… I'm a typical 9-to-5 office worker. I met her on a dating app and we've been dating for over a year. When we first met, she seemed like a very innocent and well-behaved girl. Before meeting me, she was already a volunteer soldier, saying she signed up because the service industry pay was too low, and she's been in her fourth year now. Because of her military service, I know how tough it is, so I've always been more understanding towards her. She used to stay at my place after work and on her days off. Even if I had to stay out all week, I would wait for her silently and drive to pick her up as soon as I had a day off. I thought our relationship was very stable, until last month.

My boyfriend's premature ejaculation treatment left his penis deformed. My boyfriend and I both work at the Hsinchu Science Park; we met through a badminton club tournament. He had won quite a few matches in the park, so it was hard to imagine he suffered from premature ejaculation. My previous two boyfriends had normal sexual stamina and could last over ten minutes, so it was only after sleeping with him that I realized men could finish so quickly. However, my boyfriend has his good points; he engages in plenty of foreplay to ensure I’m satisfied before he enters me. Although the actual intercourse only lasts one or two minutes, we are very compatible in our daily lives, so I didn't mind the premature ejaculation issue too much. A few months later, he proposed, and I accepted—but then, bizarre things started happening.

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock tattoo of a cobra... sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don't exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

What if every dog is reincarnated into another dog after they die and whenever you see a person walking a dog who goes crazy and tries to meet you and be your best friend it's really your childhood dog trying to tell you he knows and misses you??

me at a restaurant waiter: here's ur cup :-) me: oh thank you waiter: *puts down cup* me: thank you waiter: *fills cup up with water* me: thank you waiter: i'll be back soon with your food me: thank you

eating is so badass i mean you put something in a cavity where you smash and destroy it with 32 protruding bones and then a meat tentacle pushes it into a pool of acid and after a few hours later you absorb its essence and transform it in energy just wow

I heard an interview today about Al in creative spaces and the man being interviewed said "Al is data, and Data can only look backwards. Creativity looks forwards." And I need to sit with that in the best possible way.

worst thing a fanfic author can do is never updating or publishing there fics, Publishing is scary... ok. I get it. But I believe countless good fics never see the light of day because of that fear. And today, there's an extra fear: being accused of using AI. worst thing a reader can do? Attack the author. And yes, that includes casually accusing them of using AI. 🤔

do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like "i luv salsa" but no one responds so u start overthinking it like... maybe one of their parents died making salsa.... maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa... maybe salsa isnt evn REAL AT ALL to them 😭😭

The dream ADHD career: A role where you’re allowed to jump between projects, solve unexpected problems, and work in short, intense bursts of hyperfocus… without being punished for not having a “consistent routine.”

In the town in southern Spain where my mother grew up, you're not supposed to sweep the floor while someone in the house is eating, because it means you're sweeping their luck out the door with the crumbs. I thought this was one of those things older relatives say and nobody actually follows, until I visited my great-aunt last summer and watched her physically wrestle a broom out of my cousin's hands mid-lunch, over a plate of half-eaten paella, shouting something in rapid Andalusian Spanish that translated roughly to "are you trying to make us poor." My cousin, twenty-six years old, immediately put the broom down like it was on fire. I asked my aunt later if she actually believed it, and she gave me a look like I'd asked if she believed in gravity. "It's not about believing," she said. "It's about why risk it over dust." On my last night there she caught me sweeping crumbs off the counter while my uncle was still finishing his coffee. She didn't yell this time — just gently took the broom, waited until he set his cup down, and then swept, humming, completely unbothered. I asked how long you're supposed to wait. She said until the cup is empty, obviously, and looked at me like I'd asked something a child should already know. I haven't swept during a meal since, not even in my own kitchen four thousand miles away, where nobody would ever find out.

I'm sick of smelling weed at every public place, I live in NY, though not the city. Back in early 2000s, I remember cigarettes everywhere. Then it seemed over time the amount of cigarette smoke I had to smell on a given day became less and less, things were great for years. Every once in a while you'd get a whiff of a cigarette but it wasn't everywhere. Now here we are, and it feels like I can't go to any public gathering place without smelling weed. At the park? Weed. At the beach? Weed. Going to an outdoor music event? Weed. It's disgusting and annoying, and frankly I'm sick of it. I hope all you potheads are happy that you are ruining the public spaces by making them more trashy.