Do you ever just go
“gideon the ninth, first flower of my house, you are the greatest cavalier we have ever produced. you are our triumph. the best of all of us.”
And then need to sit down?
“gideon the ninth, first flower of my house, you are the greatest cavalier we have ever produced. you are our triumph. the best of all of us.”
And then need to sit down?
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Mine was “I want to chomp down on it like a dog with a bone” but same hat
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A friend told me “you should get a fiat qubo and become the local equivalent of the u-haul lesbian friend” and now I know what I want to be when I grow up
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Brainrot of the day: the 7th Division from GK and the Ins-and-Outs from monstrous regiment are the very opposite ends of the same spectrum
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You can’t fabricate brainrot like this. You have to nurture it and let it ferment like sourdough yeast.
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Life is worse every day, and nothing I do here matters anywhere else. So yeah, i don't give a flying fuck about curating this space rn
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https://www.thedarkmagazine.com/in-thin-air/
Oh look, i read something. It left behind very little, but I read it to the end. The rest, I'm sure, will come
Oh look, i read something. It left behind very little, but I read it to the end. The rest, I'm sure, will come
The Dark Magazine
In Thin Air - The Dark Magazine
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