They think he’s doing great and shit gold bricks that he’s gonna autograph and send to them

I’m just dumbfounded every day by this shit show

This is the official mascot of 2025

(6) she’s gone. She’s gone. I want to tell her I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out when I thought of you. I’m sorry. I’m filled with grief and guilt and regret, because now it’s too late. I will never forget you, friend. I hope wherever you are now, you rest in peace.

Love,
Amber

(5) at the end of the day, I guess it’s just… it’s just hard to believe. You always think there’s time. We will see each other again someday, whenever. You think of your old friend one day, you think “I hope to god she’s okay”, but you’re not close anymore so you don’t reach out. Then the next day,

(4) all of us. However infrequently the old gang was able to get together, when we did it was great. I hate that I drifted so far to the point that I feel like I don’t even have a right to be as devastated by this as I am. I don’t know what to say to our mutual friends who stayed close with her.

(3) I think most of my devastation comes from the fact that we weren’t close friends, and I didn’t talk to her much. We didn’t have a falling out, it’s not like we stopped being friends… we just graduated and went on in life, but I feel like the threads of friendship never really went away between

(2/2) I am devastated that she’s just suddenly gone. Just gone. I had been thinking about her a lot lately, because of the election, because she was trans and I was so worried about her and the other wonderful trans people in my life. I hoped we might get to see her again over the holidays.

When I think about what’s inscribed on the Statue of Liberty compared to what spews from the White House, I can only cry.

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

Ah it’s good to take a load off

Hey there

I do in fact:
1 part Borden eggnog
10 parts bourbon

Woohoo. Now I just need some way to get my video fix.

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