Overboard

https://youtu.be/QMT1s0zZPa4?si=Fi4YFMpUPCKtuykD

Do y'all remenber when right wingers were pro-russia and pro-trump?
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how did Mymy get from her home city of Nagasaki, Japan to 's-Hertogenbosch, North Brabant (and wherever she ends up from there in North Brabant) like did she leave of day, went to the airport, bought a ticket, flown to the netherland, or did she travel across Japan, sail across water, cross Siberia, then trained to the netherlands? like how did she end up in the netherland by international adoption? it does happen but it is super rare.

So how did Mymy get from Nagasaki, Japan to 's-Hertogenbosch, North Brabant?

found an ai generated slop fanfic that people are eating up because they're too stupid to see that an AI wrote it
the constant use of single word sentences instead of commas, example being "My bass. Mine. This a mistake. I picked it up. Plugged it in. Turned on the amp. And then… nothing. I had no idea what I was doing. I tried pressing a string. Plucked it. It made a sound. A bad sound. I tried again. Still bad." no human would ever write like this. ai writes like this because it wants to leave ZERO ambiguity. (another example in the story: "So, I guess there is a different Coco. Somewhere. Hidden. Waiting.") its not even trying to hide it

https://www.wattpad.com/1620695220-maya%27s-friendship-part-1-maya%27s-friend%0D-part-1

When I was younger, I fell into the trap of thinking I could earn the love of other people by being “special.” I thought that by reaching some imaginary bar of human achievement, I would be set apart from other people and become uniquely worthy of love. It goes without saying that I never reached that bar.

Looking back on my life, the only achievement that has really mattered is encountering people who cherish me for all that I am, achievements or none. People who care for me not on the basis of what I’ve done but who I am. Aristotle and Cicero say that relationships like these are the rarest things in the world. I’ve only found a few people like this.

Deep down I suspect that I’ll never be exceptional—I’ll never be above other people. My life is a small ripple in eternity—one that will soon fade out into nothing. I’m not particularly smart or talented, and I’ll never amount to anything significant. Part of me hates the thought of that. But what is there to hate if I already have everything I could ask for? What more could I desire?