I can't in good conscience support every incidence of Faulkner's overwriting, but I'll go to bat for "presbyterian effluvium of lugubrious and vindictive anticipation."
so when moo deng does it its cute but when i do it im ‘rude’ and ‘off putting’ and ‘ill tempered’ and ‘so fucking dramatic’ and ‘will never find a man with that kind of attitude’ and ‘this is why we stopped inviting you places’ and ‘stop biting people, we are at a funeral’
I regret to report that the secret to making friends in your 30s is to go out and do things and then ask the people there if they would like to go out again and do more things