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technically, even the government wants to overthrow the government
there is a young man.
standing on a grassy hill, his jacket flutterring in the wind.
his back is to me.
but i can see his love for life in the way he spreads his arms,
welcoming the wind in his embrace, as though it were an old friend.
he is far away.
though i hear his laughter, full of joy and mirth.
perhaps he, too, is learning to smile anew.
this is a gentle reminder that i am 90% of the time not here, and when i am here, i shitpost about anything and everything
Farm boi!ryan: do you believe in aliens?
Agent!Shane: I think it's more important for aliens to believe in themselves
correction, a little kid
oh to be a teenager with no worries
the worst thing about being broke is that i have no money
how high is the probability i could pretend i don't exist AND have someone 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 it, i wonder
have you ever seen the english subtitles for a chinese bootleg of harry potter and the chamber of secrets?
because
they’re
great
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU