"You may shoot me dead in the street, but in the Arena of Principled Debate I'll remain undefeated. Ha. Enjoy your delusion."—His Last Words

a cloak believed to belong to the shooter transformed into a dozen beautiful white doves and flew away, Authorities said,

Having a gigantic moment feeling the nostalgia of posting stupid thoughts into the void. I would say “what a time to be alive” but alas, I’m actually just reliving past anti-glory

Mic follows me tho. Hello Mic, you are someone, and I apologize for the rest of my BlueSky feed (I.e., 15 years of magnificence that ill regret at the end)

Hello Internet I am depressed, I have depression, no one follows me on here so I’m allowed to have the gratification of complaining into the mother fucking stupid ass void that can suck my whole ass cock

15 years on the most intimate yet most “I still haven’t deleted it” app my ass has ever known, aside from tumblr, which doesn’t count because I deleted that routinely

Just got rid of twitter. End of a fucking era

Not enough batshit failures out there, too many forgettable successes.

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