Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
One year in gym there was a furry in my class and one day he came up to me and was like “you’re on your period” and I’m like “what the fuck how did you know” he just looks at me and says “wolves can sense it”
I’m trying to put myself in the shoes of all the innocent people in Syria right now, and my heart feels so heavy, I just want to cry and at the same time wipe out all these fucking poisonous politicians and westerners who are constantly interfering and murdering for their own benefits, and nobody is going to save these people waiting to die at the hands of these bastard politicians, that’s what kills the most, nobody saved Iraq, nobody saved Afghanistan, and nobody is going to save Syria.
hearing the word ‘salty’ in it’s original context is so weird now bc someone could literally just say ‘these pringles are so salty’ and I’ll just be thinking damn who’ve those pringles been vagueing about now
If you only give a shit about the poor, unemployed, and homeless as an excuse to bash immigrants and refugees, then you don’t actually give a single shit about the poor, unemployed, and homeless