i’m a turtle
I think the last scraps of my childhood just died with a swift drop of my stomach, slight nausea, and some despair.
I think this comic just suddenly and irrevocably changed me as a person, and I’m not sure it’s for the better or worse. I suppose I will have to feel these feelings to figure out what they’re supposed to be, but goddammit it isn’t pleasant.
I suppose this had to happen at some point, and I guess now was the time.
I apologize, but I’m not sure what your words mean. The image is good though.
97 is a good age to die. Long enough that you clear out your bucket list, not long enough that you need help wiping your business.
Come on, Death, work that claw machine! Go for the big prizes! It costs a dollar each time you do this and you reach for the little dudes on the edges? Go for the big orange one right next to the hole!
Trans lives matter!
Oh! Neat.
Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve ever wanted the government to do something with an internet comment, then it’s been done.
Do the rest.
“Lea, you just don’t stop, do you?”
[Lea’s smug look intensifies]
Come on, people! We shouldn’t speak anything but good about the dead.
Edwin Feulner is dead.
Good.
The silence of agony.
I feel how that crow looks. Fuck.