quack

love pigeons and their city girl swag

july is like a second go at new years. u have to treat it as such so u dont spin out

"ooouuugh the masculine urge to die poignantly on a medieval battlefield" You Are Getting Cholera On The March And Shitting Yourself To Death

what about blorbhov from my complicated russian novel though

blorbeaux from my nilihist french plays

blorbón from my weird latin american magical realist novels

blorbug from my kafkaesque short stories

von blorbow from my german sturm und drang novel

Don Blorbo from my opera

błórbżo from my polish poetry

blorbocles from my ancient greek epics

Mr. Blorby from my Jane Austen novels

Blorbio from my early modern plays

useless rosetta stone

if you've ever applied for a job you deserve 50 million dollars in financial compensation

Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people

google used to know what i was talking about

deactivated? not to me. not if it's you