We each find answers in our own way. The pessimist searches for honesty, but with a stolen lantern.
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protesters pussying out the moment it becomes dangerous like that wasn't the shooters entire plan
You got me, person too chicken shit not to ask anonymously. Clearly you have the moral superiority here for being a big strong Keyboard Warrior who doesn't live within ten miles of the active manhunt for an armed fugitive political assassin and doesn't listen to the requests of the state police and governor. I'm clearly inferior and I hope you have a wonderful day full of telling everyone that you totally dunked on some rando on the Internet for failing an imaginary purity test. It's not like an innocent woman was murdered in cold blood for political reasons or anything. You get in there and waste your time on a third-rate social media platform making this all about you! I hope you redeem your internet clout points for something good; maybe this time you'll finally have enough to choose that Internet Tough Person funko-pop you've clearly had your eye on.
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#due to the active manhunt for melissa hortman's literal assassin#the state police have advised us not to go to the capitol#but we are with you in spirit#no kings
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#kleya is my spirit animal in this the year of our lord twenty and twenty five#andor is star wars for grown ups and it's all i ever wanted#kleya marki and ruescott melshi are my personal glorp shitto
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#if someone says video games aren't art#show them this and direct them to get fucked#lune is the ai revolution i can get behind#clair obscur: expedition 33
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Tomorrow will still come.
#look i expected some shit from the year of our lord twenty and twenty five#but#falling in love with two exceedingly french video game characters#and all their baggage#was not on my list#anyway#surprise! turn based rpgs are back baby!#clair obscur: expedition 33
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It gets dark, we all got work to do.
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#for whatever reason this medium has fallen out of favor for my boring fucking life updates#but for all 6.35 real humans of you upon whose dash this might show#i miss you and i love you and i hope you are doing ok#in this the year of our lord bullshit and ohmygodwhyisthathappening five
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#don't make imaginary people and then put them in cute imaginary stories to see what they'll do#they'll inevitably break your heart in new and inventive ways#capitalism is bad and sticking to your principles is good and both will get you killed
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#i have spent my entire anxious life imagining scenarios that seemed insane so i could be prepared for them#because my biggest fear is being noticed#and boy howdy#turns out i was worried about a lot of the wrong shit
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"You nervous to see her?” he asked.
“No,” the detective lied reflexively. “I mean, yes, but no. It’s… complicated.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” he suggested. “We could go get hammered, first, if that would be easier. Hotel bar has a bunch of gins I’ve never tried. Heard that’s a thing, down here.”
She wiped a wad of stray hairs back from her face and pivoted on the rock to face him. “As appealing an idea as that may be, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass, Mr. Santomas. I’d rather not give her any more… impressions… than what she may already have. Do try the Inverroche, though. It’s a favorite.”
“Suit yourself,” he said. “I’m going back up to drink until I find out which happens first: I go blind, or I can’t feel this thing,” he said, gesturing to the sling with his free hand, and started back up the hill to the guest house.
“Davis,” she called to him after he’d walked some distance. He turned, a surprised look on his face at the sudden informality. “Thank you.”
#one day i'll finish this monstrosity#and i'll send it out into the disapproving aether#that's the thing about screaming into the void#we can pretend otherwise#but it always screams back#and its reference for judgment spans billions of years#afflictus homo etiam nobiloir quam delevit#tattoo it on me#oh wait already done
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