

Do tell how


Do tell how


Wait, Tuvix was around for a month? That’s really fucked up.


Such a reprehensible toad-faced piss baby. A piss-toad, if you will.
Just normal men. Just innocent men.
Feel blessed that you never had to deal with drama from someone kicking off that a message no longer says what it used to.


Yellow touch white, all’s alright.
Heard he’s a Zionist tho


Breaded, battered, things like Kievs? Like the background of the sign?


Ngl, that sounds fucking banging.


Traitor to the world.


Where would the air come from, pray tell?

I really wouldn’t call this beautiful.


I’m afraid I lost my whimsy long ago, and I don’t know how to get it back.

Bleh, Windows only. For shame.


Yeah, it’s a Fatboy Slim track…
I’ve started using “normal, unfortunately”.
I’m afraid of there being a limit to that. I’ve felt my empathy draining away recently, as though I am so busy dealing with my own problems that I can’t deal with anyone else’s. It scares me.


They’re everywhere regardless of what you do. Toilet lids aren’t airtight.
Starmer really is the anal gimp of the moment.