If you’re a Zionist or if you support Israel, go fuck yourself. You’re a genocidal psychopath with no moral clarity and I wish bad things for you. ♥️

🤨 are you a lolbertarian?

Too real

“Let me hold your hand when I tell you this….”

“I’m so tired Finn”

*click*

I’m so tired, Finn

*poof!* “…but nothing changed?” … “Exactly.”

“Great news! I’m not a gay man.”

Absolutely.

He’s the best guy around

F

Yes.

Apparently the reason that Luigi has such a clean taper fade in his perp walk is the other inmates gave it to him to signal to the guards that’s he’s taken care of and not to fuck with him and I think that’s neat

Since we are doomed either way, we should just do whatever we want whenever we want.

me

"Terrorism" is a socially constructed term. If Luigi murdered a homeless Black man, the US would call him a hero. If he killed poor/sick Americans every day via insurance policy, they'd say "what about his family?" What’s happening is disgusting & anyone with a brain sees right through it

handmade in the twenty first century
as they skitter across the ice laden tarmac.

was only one survivor and the little
girl hiked through the woods alone

to find the nearest house and no one
knew how she even survived—how

hard it is to not think of the planes
circling King Kong's head while we

dart through the clouds huddled
over Buffalo, or—how a tire is still

list forward almost imperceptibly into
our descent. I try not to remember

my sister slamming my face in the
fireplace, the blood of that broken

nose, the bump it still has, or how
my mom never believed she could

do that or the story of the plane
crash in Pennsylvania where there

slammed my face in the snow—how easy
our wing bends or how dark

the water is below us and the ice—
how I read earlier that there was little

chance of lake effect snow since it
was frozen over—how water is harder

than concrete at a certain speed—
how quiet the engines seem as we

or the icicles that fell from our gutter
in winter and shattered on the

sidewalk; I try not to think of the time
I chased my sister up the garage

in a snowball fight and slipped on
some ice and fell on the fence, legs

straddling the metal wire, then rolling
helplessly into the cold while she

Turbulence Over Lake Erie

Like riding the L but ten thousand
feet higher, I remember the eggs

from physics class--how we built
cushions out of toothpicks, and

years later in CAD building bridges
to see at what force they would

crush. I try not to think about
physics terms like terminal velocity