Who Are You? How Did You Get In My House?

Swing state gothic

its outrageous that the ladies with the largest tiddies are practically dehabilitated by them. like thats just an indictment of our whole society. we should have entire industries dedicated to making life easier for these people. if you have boobs too big for any commercially avaliable bra, you should be treated like fucking royalty. you shouldnt have to work a day in your fucking life. you should get special letters from the president and get to cut ribbons at ceremonies and shit

Im so used to my queer echochamber that when a woman doesnt have armpit hair its like a jumpscare

Well i Love you if that helps

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

in the beginning, the trump assassination attempts were spaced by twenty four weeks. then twelve, then six, then every two weeks. the last one, at the white house, was a week. in four days we could be seeing a trump assassination attempt every eight hours until they are coming every four minutes. we should witness a double event within seven days,

running up the hill to make a deal with god again. anyone need anything

Gandalf is the natural enemy of the Port Authority

stop. analyse that text through the lens of its author's intentions and original historical context. okay now take the author out back and kill them dead and analyse that text as though it were published by your mutual yesterday and is in direct conversation the contemporary discourse that's most relevant to your life. okay now pick your favorite angle of interpretation and come up with the strongest possible argument against it. now imagine that the text is your best friend and that it means you well and that you naturally give it every benefit of the doubt because you're on its side and you want the best for it. now imagine that the text wants you dead and it'll eat you if you don't eat it first. now pretend that you found this text locked away in a cave with no evidence of when or where it came from and you have to divine its meaning solely through its internal coherence and nothing else. okay now address the elephant in the room aspect of the text you've been ignoring because you find it boring or confusing or uncomfortable and become the number one expert on it. now spend forty minutes assigning all the characters dnd classes with at least three sentences of reasoning each. okay now do the cha cha slide.