just someone wandering around

this is your only day to reblog this for a year

i missed my chance last year so this has been in my queue for 364 days

Okay well it’s 2:04am, September 28th, 2017. This is about to be queued for a year. I LITERALLY MISSED IT BY TWO HOURS.

EGG POST

Official graveyard post

"i asked chatgpt" "i asked grok" well i asked oscar piastri and he didn't respond. because Piastri is a driver who does not seem interested in the media aspect. He doesn't have the style and elegance of Hamilton. He doesn't have the natural inclination for showbiz like Ricciardo. He doesn't have a lord-like aura like Russell. He's not a bully like Verstappen. He's not a Baby Faced Assassin like Antonelli. He doesn't have the beauty of a straight-A student like Leclerc. He doesn't have any of that. If it weren't for his neck, swollen from exercises to resist the force of gravity, he wouldn't even look like an F1 driver.

gax is so fun because I genuinely believe they would kill each other gladiator style if given the right circumstances. george would stab max in cold blood while saying think about the children. they’re crazy4crazy. it’s great

it's like surely at some point landoscar must have a falling out about this championship battle but each time you think it's gonna happen they come back stronger, gayer

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy being like, "I am 100% committed to respecting your 'no', but I heard you wouldn't promise my aunt not to marry me so I had to come and check just one (1) more time."

Darcy’s introduction in Pride and Prejudice is really ‘what if you had just had the worst month of your life because your ex-bestie tried to lover boy scam your baby sister out of her share of your dad’s life insurance and your friend dragged you to a shitty party in a dive bar in the neighbourhood where he’d just signed a short term lease, and you decided to let your bad mood show because you were never going to see any of the assholes in this stupid shitty bar EVER again. And your friend ended up making out with a girl he’d just met there while you were stuck talking to her sister who was less cute and then her mother appeared and started trying to matchmake and started saying how if she was twenty years younger she’d clime you like a redwood and ooooh is that a black Amex, guess the next round is on you hahhahahahaha, while her other sister (how many fucking sisters does she have?!) flashed an obviously fake ID at the bar and ordered six vodka-diet red bulls and no one in her family except the less-cute sister even tried to stop her. And you went home and consoled yourself that you would never see any of these people again but then you met them over and over again because they live next door and your friend and the cute sister keep meeting up to make out but not actually date and then. You fall in love with the less-cute sister because it turns out she’s really witty and charismatic but she already knows and remembers and resents the fact that on a day when you were in a shitty mood you called her mid out loud in a dive bar.’