And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
A lot of people would be happier if they just wrote their own niche slashfic, got high, jacked their cock, lightweight ERP discord server, etc for their polycule instead of posting on large social networking platforms about Empty Spaces all day
Do you think this is living? Do you think living just means that your heart pumps & your lungs breathe...? If that's the case, you should just give up now. Go ahead & die. If you were a cockroach, I wouldn't even bother stepping on you. You think you're clever but you're not... You're just full of it, & you smell like trash...!
