And this time, it's personal

Kids books is probably not the best way to word it, you can enjoy them at every age, including your childhood, as you get older you may find new truths in them, but they're still good for any age.

I didn't do so right away but jesus wept I PUSHED myself to learn to read SPECIFICALLY so I could read The Hobbit! It is, in fact, a children's story! And children only see page count as 'there is a lot of this fun story to read!'

edit: i fucked up with the cigarette i know it’s the wrong way round blease stop making fun of me 😔💔

Two years ago, the occupation destroyed our home, turning our dreams, memories, and everything we owned into piles of rubble and ash, as seen in this picture.

Presence

we have a winner folks, @some-stars got it in one

No one’s doin it like this guy

most of the clothes will be butt ugly. but they will also be 1) good quality and 2) cheap af. the 70 year olds running the shop think a thrifted shirt should be $3 and they are correct. everyone else shopping there is over the age of 45 so you won't have to throat punch any depop resellers over a cunty little top. you will get hyped up by old ladies and if you frequent the same shop they may start trying to set you up with their grandkids. everyone wins and who knows their grandkids might be hot.

If it doesn't look like the Ark of the Covenant might be stashed in the back somewhere, don't waste my time.

And just like how radical life extension and body modification are a logical conclusion for medicine, the logical conclusion of a consistent opposition to that is "It is morally imperative for everyone to get sick and die." Fiction writers are always coming up with ways to whitewash that sentiment to sound less sinister.

good lord this thing is useless

Fuckers.

Go forth. Be free.

You’re years too late to be recognizing the threat of US government mass surveillance, bud.

-achieved goals sound meaningless to those not in the hobby

never give up!

In the dream, my partner and I were following the narrow paths in a dirty hallway with deep pools of water. In the deep water were the bodies of horses, bones and remaining flesh bleached white. We could hear a distant scream behind us that was slowly growing closer.