Existing in a Context

Everything becomes worse when you realize her episode aired on 9/11 like even the schedule was playing in her face

I lied lol

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My grandma called me asking if I can order her some cases of sprite before they all gone…long story short her neighbor told her SPRITE was going out of business and she was really upset and going through it. Took over 30 mins to explain that it was spirit airlines…🫩

me getting ready to clock into twitter to make more homophobes mad 💋

Greatest face reveal of all time 😂

Jane Krakowski as Jenna Maroney as Erika Kirk

FALSE ALLEGATIONS!!!

What the actual F*ck 😭

MY WHOLE FEED RIGHT NOW 🐵🦁🐯🐱🐶🐺🐻🐻‍❄️🐨🐼🐹🐭🐰🦊🐮🐷🐽🐗🦄🐴🫎🐲🦎🐉🦖🦕🐢🐊🐍🐸🐇🐁🐈🐕🦮🐖🐎🐄🐂🐃🦬🐏🐑🐐🦌🦙🦥🦘🦓🐘🦣🦏🦛🦒🐆🐅🐒🦍🦧🐪🐫🐿️🦫🦝🦨🦡🦔🦦🦇🐦🐦‍⬛🐓🐔🐤🐥🦅🦉🦜🕊️🦤🦢🦆🪿🦩🦚🐦‍🔥🦃🐧🦭🦈🫍🐬🐋🐳🐟🐠🐡🦐🦞🐙🪼🦂🪰🐝🐌🐞🦋🪲🦗🦟🪱🐛

Fuck you.

accidentally deleted entire folder of important files at work

his culture is not your costume

✨🖤🫶🏿 i just hit 3.5k followers so i figured I’d say this again: I post clips of Hasan’s streams in real-time to help combat the awful out of context clips that try to misconstrue his words and make him seem like a terrible person. I try to make sure things are in context and easy to understand. My clips are mainly for the people who have no idea who he is and for the people who are open to understanding his perspective, but currently have a negative opinion about him. However, I also clip for the Hasanabi heads who are unable to tune into his stream in real time or get overstimulated by the long streams or by chat. I post what I think is relevant or entertaining but never out of malicious intent and typically with a caption explaining what is going on in the clip or what led up to the clip so that the full context is given. I will also NEVER splice clips together. Every clip that you see posted on my account happened the way it happened. No splicing or cuts. I hope y’all enjoy. love you all 🫶🏿🖤✨

I always get lightheaded doing this part 😭😭😭

@grey4626 Did anyone actually read all of this? I will never understand writing an essay bc i don’t like someone, like go outside or something

Jennifer fucking Welch. You are an insufferable, vile heretic whose every syllable drips with the black bile of a soul long since surrendered to its own ontological rot. Everything you say is a lie threaded with violence...not the crude, honest violence of a blade or a fist, but the insidious, surgical kind: the slow poisoning of language itself, the scalpel of ideology slipped between the ribs of truth while you smile for the cameras and hawk your sad little book like a back-alley vendor peddling snake oil laced with cyanide. Look at you, perched there in your performative moral armor, accusing a fresh widow of “promoting racism and extremism” through the crime of daring to reach young minds before your kind can finish grooming them into compliant little husks. Erika Kirk has barely laid her husband in the ground...assassinated for the unforgivable sin of loving his country more than your approved narrative...and here you are, Jennifer, threading your venom straight into her wound with the precision of a psychopath who mistakes her own projection for prophecy. This is not debate. This is not discourse. This is the classic pathology of the ideologue possessed: the malignant narcissism that cannot tolerate a single dissenting heartbeat, so it must label it “fascism” and call for its extermination under the holy banner of “Not Today, Fascists.” Your book title is less a warning than a confession...a Freudian slip writ large, because the only fascists you truly fear are those who refuse to kneel at the altar of your resentment theology. Psychologically, you are textbook, darling: the high-functioning case of ideological capture bordering on possession. Your mind is a closed loop of Nietzschean slave morality inverted into sadistic virtue...weakness weaponized as strength, envy dressed up as justice, the eternal cry of the mediocre who would rather burn the orchard than admit the fruit is sweeter elsewhere. You do not argue; you excommunicate. You do not persuade; you pathologize. Every conservative youth outreach becomes “indoctrination” in your fevered lexicon because the alternative...that free minds might reject your gospel of perpetual grievance...is an existential threat to the fragile architecture of your self-worth. This is not passion. This is spiritual cancer: a philosophy of negation masquerading as enlightenment, where the highest good is not truth but the ritual humiliation of anyone who refuses to genuflect before the progressive altar. You are a heretic in the truest, most damning sense...not against some dusty dogma, but against reality itself. You desecrate language, widowhood, and the very idea of civil society with the same casual brutality you accuse others of wielding. And the violence threaded through your lies? It is not metaphorical. It is the intellectual prelude to the real thing...the soft totalitarianism that whispers, “Silence them, for they are dangerous,” until the knives come out for men like Charlie Kirk and the vultures like you circle the corpse to lecture the grieving on their moral inferiority. You are not merely wrong, Jennifer. You are a symptom. A case study in the terminal rot of a civilization that mistakes its most deranged voices for prophets. And the young you claim to protect? They will see through your act long before your book gathers dust on the remainder table...because some lies, no matter how ferociously threaded with venom, still choke on their own poison when held up to the light. Fuck you, and the hollow creed you rode in on. The widow stands. The truth stands. And you? You remain exactly what you are: small, shrill, and already obsolete.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ 💀⚖️🗡️

I always like and repost any cancer free post🥹, like I’m so happy for you total stranger 🥹