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I Choose Love

@BasedBjork well people talking about how bad it was just makes me wanna see it even more

@vitiligomode You really dont want to see beyond the screenshot. Bingo was scream crying in fear

Dude that was fricken EPIC! My boy James Drake totally FUCKED UP those autistic girls. Total James Drake W suck it normies!!! #fishtanklive

@easyfatshyt @megantheevalium Hate When That Happens, Many Such Cases

@vitiligomode @megantheevalium he’s only 8 years older than me he just aged like shit and he’s not jewish he’s just ugly

guess who got treated like the ugly one btw. love is not real

@Dolphinrara69 @autistoid @Babygravy9 it’s like being gay but without any of the danger

@autistoid @Babygravy9 What's up with white guys and ancient greek towel boy lookalikes

Gio Scotti stomping off into the sunset. It really is over.

The most racist man you know would still save a brown man from a burning building. The least racist woman you know would laugh at your funeral if you voted wrong

Some might call it an omen

RIP David Lynch you would have loved this.

Reversed-Palantired post Virgin Abloh digital vector entrepeneurs who got themselves in high places mining pinterests of others while talking like Dj Khaled in graphic design crafts do not impress me the slightest with their results, yet alone ego personalities.

Napoleon’s letter to Josephine, 1796

The most powerful painting of the 19th century. Freud kept a reproduction in his office. Lenin had one above his bed. Hitler bought one of the originals. Vladimir Nabokov wrote that reproductions of the painting could be “found in every Berlin home”.

I don’t think Kanye was going exceptionally crazy. He lives the life of a schizophrenic person but if all their paranoid delusions were real - constantly being tracked, pursued, extorted, used, shamed, watched, smeared. Extortion or fear of extortion can only have power over you if you have something to hide, and you get your life back by basically “destroying yourself” before anyone else can. Luckily for Kanye this just meant saying words you’re not supposed to say and being transparent about his porn addictions and other unflattering issues in the public square. All of this while also going through the biggest celebrity divorce of our generation. Kanye has always stood up to power in many forms - one could say his entire body of work is about defeating false idols of power in the name of surrendering himself back to the ultimate power of God - and in the last few years, the power that had to be defeated was a culture and media landscape that was addicted to extortion, bullying, and destruction, on both local and distant scales , even of those who did nothing but reveal basic human traits , who have done nothing but their jobs as entertainers, who have given so much to culture and art and communities. Everywhere you turn in recent years has been miserable discourse from unknown agents, a cacophony of people selling eachother shadows and demands with no backing, constantly pocket-checking, surveilling, obsessing, stalking, and feeling so righteous in it. We all got to see that ugly first hand. I don’t think Kanye is or was exceptionally crazy. I think he had to stare in the face of a very real entity trying to kill him every day and tell it to leave him alone. A bully.

Nick Fuentes looks back on growing up during millennial optimism “It was a better time. You kids wouldn’t understand. So much hopecore, keep calm and carry on, people were growing unironic mustaches and wearing fedoras.”

Caught red handed. Two Anthropic engineers have now acknowledged they are actively looking into this problem just minutes after this post was made. This comes after a week and a half of users complaining about their limits running out too fast. Still no word from leadership.

It's called Liam Neeson-maxxing. Don't let them spike your cortisol. Stay calm. Relax. Ascend.

This just proves the point that if you're significantly manly there's nothing hotter than going all out on a slightly ugly shy girl who looks decent naked and teaching her what sorts of sounds she can make. It's the sexual equivalent of burning anthills with a magnifying glass.

You have built an entire identity around being someone who could succeed if they tried. That identity is a warm blanket. Real action is a cold shower. When you finally attempt something, you risk losing the story that has comforted you for years. What if you try and discover you are average? What if you try and find no special talent? This is not fear of failure. This is fear of ordinariness. So you stay in the planning phase forever. You buy the notebook. You watch the tutorial. You tell friends your idea. Anxiety spikes whenever someone asks for a deadline. You are not protecting your future. You are protecting a fantasy that has already expired.