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When i was around 13-15 years old, i followed a creepypasta page on facebook, and since fb at the time was adding more automated moderation they decided to create a private group (so they didn’t have to worry about ppl reporting their content) which i decided to join.

It was normal at first, people posted the same content there as the regular page, but then they started posting gore, and then cp, like actual, real cp. I also noticed that a lot of the members of the group had variations of the same profile pic: a heart with a smaller heart inside it.

I decided to gtfo of there, and a few days later i saw a report in the news about a symbol that pedophiles were using to identify themselves online: a heart with a smaller heart inside it.

To this day it gives me chills to think how in danger i could’ve been.

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He also has a brother called Masita (cookie) who loves pastries. Their sister, Limón (lemon), is a sworn enemy of citrics though.

I let my cat Té (tea in spanish) smell a teabag once, since he always sat by me when i brewed them. He stared at it for a few seconds then punched the shit out of it, spilled it’s herbs all over the floor then ran away with the now empty teabag on his mouth, as if it were a toy. There’s probably some deep symbolism to be made here or something.

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