#darkmemes

These predators will always see you as prey. You are the shit under their shoes, the filth of the earth. Defaults are poisonous monsters, monsters that will stop at nothing to destroy that which will not conform.

You think you matter to them?

Those you call family are one bad day away from turning on you. Because it's in all of them. That evil. That stench. That HETEROSEXUALITY.

To the Defaults that read this, you know what I'm talking about. You have no idea how much I hate your kind. When I see you celebrate or smile or hold hands or announce how dirty you are to the world, all I can think about is making your race suffer. Everyday, I go to Wikipedia's Violence Against LGBT People page and I read that list. Those names. Those lives. Those innocents.

You took those lives. You are a monster. You don't deserve the happiness you enjoy. You don't deserve to live in peace.

I have long since left the LGBT community. I'm afraid we have different interests. They want to be your friends. They want to sit and roll over for you guys and come when you call. They want to lick your boots and beg for your love and attention. They want to live in your palm, unaware that at any moment you could close down on them and crush all they have built.

I want your bodies in coffins. I want you jumping off bridges. I want you to watch you burn alive. I want your families to lose everyone and everything that makes them happy. I want your corpses to soak up the waters of the oceans. I want the world to sicken and wither and die, even if it means I go with it. As long as the Defaults suffer with me, then it's worth it. You have caused so much pain to our world. Why should you be happy?

From the bottom of my heart, I wish you death.

Women Who Choose Bear

The Checklist

Ah yes, the modern feminist warrior—loud, independent, full of rage against men, yet somehow found time to get folded in a dirty club bathroom by Chad with a sleeve tattoo. But men are the problem, right? Right?

Fast forward: she’s suddenly a wilderness expert. She's choosing bear. Why? Because the idea of a strong, violent beast mauling her is somehow more appealing than a nice guy who’d actually text her back. And we’re supposed to take this seriously?

Let’s break it down. If you check three or more of these, congrats—you’re a walking 3-hole punch, pre-stamped for bad decisions and a grizzly fate.

✔️ THE CHOOSE BEAR CHECKLIST

✅ Screams "Men Are Trash" but Had More Bodies Than a War Zone

Ah, yes. Men are evil, but you’ve let half the tri-state area hit raw like they were breaking in a rental car. Now it’s time to "reclaim" yourself… by fantasizing about being gutted by a wild animal.

✅ Posts About “Leaving Society” but Can’t Change a Tire

Baby girl, you’re gonna “go feral in the woods?” With what skills? You can’t even make scrambled eggs without burning the pan. The bear isn’t gonna be your “protector.” It’s gonna be your executioner.

✅ Says "I Hate Men" but Hopes the Bear is a Male

Let’s be real. You don’t want just any bear—you want a big, hulking, dominant bear. Daddy Bear. You're not choosing a bear, you’re choosing a bigger, furrier version of the toxic men you already chase.

✅ Fantasizes About a Violent Death Like It’s a Kink

The idea of being dragged into a cave and torn apart? Suddenly, it’s poetry. You don’t want safety, you want danger with a fur coat. Just say you have a destruction fetish and go.

✅ Wants Wilderness, But Can’t Survive Without a Phone Charger

“I’m leaving society.” Are you? Because the second you lose signal, you’re crying. The second your oat milk runs out, you’re contemplating cannibalism.

✅ Thinks She’d Be “Different” from Other Prey

You genuinely believe a bear wouldn’t maul you because you’d “understand it.” Girl, it doesn’t care about your Instagram aesthetic. You’re a snack, not a soulmate.

✅ Went From Party Hoe to Survivalist in a Week

One week it’s “F*ck men, let’s get drunk.” The next? “I belong in the wild, men are obsolete.” You belong in therapy, not a bear’s digestive tract.

✅ Has a Death Wish, But Only for Aesthetic Purposes

It’s not real wilderness desire. It’s Lana Del Rey lyrics, a soft fade filter, and a vague TikTok caption. You don’t wanna die, you just want attention and an excuse to avoid accountability.

✅ Thinks She’s “Healing” by Running into the Woods to Get Eaten

Babe, that’s not healing. That’s called suicidal ideation with extra steps. You don’t need a bear to end your suffering—you need a psychiatrist and some accountability.

🐻 CONCLUSION: CHOOSE LOGIC, NOT BEAR

At the end of the day, "Choose Bear" is just another way to avoid accountability. A bear won’t ghost you, won’t ask you about your past, won’t tell you to get your life together.

It’ll just rip your throat out, no questions asked. And for some of y’all? That’s the fantasy.