THE FIRST'M AN ONT HEMOON WAS HUG'H GR ANT HOPE

im having a boner and it's yours

wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon

nobody says stuff like "youre cruising for a bruising" anymore. they just say other stuff now

This is because everyone stopped fighting forever

a woman being feminine is right-wing coded which is masculine coded. a woman being masculine is left-wing coded which is feminine coded. this disproves the existence of women

Having only one life and a finite time on this earth is shocking to me not just from my egocentric point of view. It is to me a profound horror that every living thing will only enjoy a small fragment of the pulsing, breathing, loving, smelling, cold, warm, colored, clear and opaque confusion of the world and then dissipate back into nothing, forever out of being, never able to return; that there is nothing to return. It is so astonishing as to be almost inconceivable. Something about this mere fact seems to stamp the world with irredeemable evil, even as the very thing I'm protesting is not enough contact with it. There's much to love about all of this but something fundamentally wrong with it all. To talk about an eternal subject that makes up the whole world that all of these myriad forms will return to is an intoxicating promise of reconciliation in light of it all.

I have been enjoying my job much more ever since I have started imagining myself as a henchman or lackey of my department

Not a "goon" to make that abundantly clear. Modern connotations aside, the sliver of agency to be conniving and/or scheming is whats key here