Thoritegem - Thorite's Lil Place

This is where Bogert lives

Just found a big breakthrough in my depression coping skills

Do I not wanna shower because it feels like a huge task? I'm not showering, I'm gettin sogged up. I'm gonna be a wet beast.

Depression solved

[OC] Must the worm reflect

Help me I was trying to make a post asking why this was my first ad on Tumblr and I feel like I'm going insane, there are so many buttons

He is indeed a guy

Well thats one place to eat I guess

I went out birding and the road there found his guy, which makes it easier

What kind of biome would your blog be?

There's a small Hawaiian island the US military likes to test nuclear bombs in. That.

vic michaelis, the madlad that you are

I'm glad you're a normal person and not one of these morons you see on here who can't see past their own noses and spend all their time stirring up weird discourse.

Maybe that's why you're so popular.

Discourse isn't fun. So much shit online has devolved into anger-tainment: content that only seeks to frustrate its viewer. They pick an easy target, and simply play to their frustrations, making them emotionally invested through proxy of certain events (rarely does the event actually matter to them). Once invested, this allows the player to cheaply virtue-signal the played - whatever sentiment echoes theirs on whatever matter. This cyclically activates the lil' part in our brains that releases dopamine during moments of agreement between like-minded people, but it's artificial - faux-communal moral-upstanding, coupled often with a release of frustration through battery of the shamed. But this digital injection subtracts the human-element of a second party. It often lacks a true means of vocalization. It's a one-way mirror; the viewer can only see themselves in its reflection. They feel praised for their own views and are reaffirmed by invisible threads, all whilst playing into the hands of creators who rile people up for a living, creators who prey on your anger and conscience, sapping it from your unwilled body, leaving it a mere husk.