When it comes to objectification, this is a great example of why comparing male strip clubs to Hooters is a “false equivalent.”
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
im afraid your son is completely obsessed with birds…we cannot bring him back…im sorry…he is a lost caws
|Book one:||a life-affirming story about pretentious teens with superiority complexes who have experiences and give nauseatingly quotable musings on philosophy and what it means to be alive, which often involves their enjoyment of books and tea and their condescending view of the popular kids as sheep|
|Book two:||the same exact story, except this time it's being narrated by the teacher who has to deal with these asshole kids on a daily basis but is legally barred from saying "are you fucking kidding me" when they say some pretentious bullshit about how they prefer the smell of old books to the taste of alcohol. The teacher is re-telling the story to her friend at the bar, and her friend refuses to accept that these children could POSSIBLY be as pretentious as she makes them sound|
These are just the right mix of douchy and nerdy I was looking for.
Fucking signal boost this shit
This is one of the most horrific things happening in the world and yet I can’t seem to find out any news about it.
Ambulances are being shot by tanks. Doctors, civilians, children playing on the beach and everyone else are all being killed.
You draw a lot. One day, you draw a bit that is sort of different from how you were drawing it before, almost by accident. You look at it and think “oh, I like how that looks.” Then the next time you draw something you try to do that again, only more so. Then again and again until you are doing it all the time, because you like it that way. Sometimes this happens without you really even noticing.