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I may not be able to change the world or the government, but I can at least shit on the dumbasses we have in power in the U.S.

About to write the most VILE fanfic to shit on Trump and Elon specifically guys, stay tuned for your America Fandom content on my Ao3 account guys

It's the little things we can do in life..

I'm not fully educated on Trump's policies, but I know their bad enough to want to end it all and was very close to as soon as I heard the news.

But we can't. We can't let him win like this. To everyone affected by this stale cheeto's win, stay alive. Do it out of spite if you need to. Just keep going. These might be 4 years of hell, but we need to keep going. Listen to me, it'll all be ok in the end, I promise you that. All my queer friends, the fellow people who aren't the best mentally, and everyone who will be affected by this, please for the love of everything, Keep. Going.

I'll be here if anyone needs to talk, I love you all.

It'll all get better friends.

A man walked straight into a gay bar.

And came out.

the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.

when I was especially depressed, I would often ask myself things like 'what is my purpose in life', or 'am I wasting my time', or just in general, I would beat myself up for not being as productive as I would like to be.

more recently I don't feel that way as much, I think life is actually pretty long, even though people like to tell you that it's short. you have plenty of time to do all the things that you want to do at a pace that makes those things enjoyable, and you don't need to rush through things attempting to live life to the fullest. I don't think it's possible to have a 'wasted' or 'unproductive' day, I think we just have days

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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