a lady came into my work wearing camo pants and i made a joke about how she was just floating and had no legs and she pursed her lips and shook her head and told me today is not the day for nonsense
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
i get so sad going back to my empty place after a night with my friends, i'm very certain we're meant to fall asleep in a pile together like a litter of puppies
brasil: will we ever be able to return to our former glory again😪
turkey: 😴😴😴
germany: we are gonna win with the power of homosexuality on our side💪💪
the england subplot:
A lot of men up in arms over the attack in North Belfast who have absolutely nothing to say femicide levels in NI, the most deadly place to be a women in the UK and Ireland.
Whipping up rage and anger because an immigrant is involved tells you everything about their motives.