The genders are mad at each other, the races are mad at each other, the religions are mad at each other, but somehow nobody's mad at the elites, satanists and pedophiles.
“clichês são chatos”
eu quando ocorre um crime em uma mansão remota durante uma noite tempestuosa e o assassino só pode estar entre os convidados do rolê
Literally, my father took me out for dinner and when we got our food and he asked me will i be fine if he divorced my mother and i just looked at him and said please do because you guys are affecting me and my sister. Mind you i was 14 just barely make it to 9 grade
my uncle died a few weeks ago. the whole family went to war over his house, truck, his gun safe. ugly stuff. i stayed out of it, didnt ask for anything. stayed level headed and offered to handle paperwork so nobody else had to. anyway its my house now. grief makes people sloppy