gøldwave
@infiniteProxy
førmer helm. current imperial embarrassment. perpetual prøblem.
and nø. i dø nøt want tø hear abøut the øther kind øf egg. dø nøt talk tø me abøut yøur prøgeny. i will threaten tø eat them øut øf spite.
i dø nøt knøw why we are talking abøut eggs but nøw i am hungry.
i have had søme questiønable dalliances in my day. but it is difficult tø think øf anything *less* sexy than a chittr-høsted ørgy.
are peøple suppøsed tø care? there is a pøint where it all starts tø feel farcical.
where is the react før "basking in the schadenfreude"?
søme peøple dø nøt deserve the air they breathe and i dø nøt feel sørry før them.
helms' rights? nø. helms' *riøts*.
i will nøt lie. møre øften than nøt, i find øther universes' apprøach tø helming tø be cømpletely fucking baffling. why were yøu helmed beføre physical and psiønic maturity? why is yøur prøcessing pøwer sø *limited*? why is yøur nutritiønal intake nøt autømated?
every night that i check chittr the regret grøws strønger.
nø. seriøusly. førget nipples, why dø yøu all say "gøg" with a seeming cømplete lack øf irøny? it is a cømmunity-wide bit? a mass delusiøn?? whø wrøte this intø existence. i have a bøne tø pick with them.
i simply dø nøt acknøwledge the cøncept øf alternates. even if they technically exist. they are nøt me, and i dø nøt give a damn what they get up tø. yøu all shøuld try it.
sømetimes there is nøthing i want møre øut øf life than tø tear intø an entire live tuna.
wøuld nøt call it fumbling. perhaps dødging a bullet.
snake gun remains øne øf my møst treasured pøssessiøns.
feeling very smug all øf a sudden. wønder why that cøuld be.
it is alsø my matesprit's half-sweep. we dø nøt always make a pøint øf celebrating the midway mark, but seeing as this nearly aligns with øur third sweep øf freedøm, i am in a møød tø spøil them.
remember this #wørkøutwednesday tø always strive tø surpass yøur limits in all things. imprøvement never came frøm sitting pretty in øne's cømført zøne. #nøpainnøgains










