I grow increasingly retarded each day in desperate attempts to connect with my (probably nonexistant) soulmate. I hope one day I will have reached a level of retarditity so unmatched it will allow me to not yearn for true love.
Well It seems I require a special kind of girl to be happy in a love kind of way. it‘s hard to narrow it down with so many cuties running around. At least I have some1 to cuddle.
U rockin white linen pants?
Boss u alright?
Who‘s tyrannying all over you anon? I come here not to escape reality but because some anons here have unmatched skills in the dank arts
You lead your world, as does every Anon.
Bro nothing „extreme“ will happen. Q just caught you during a certain age where your brain starts processing society in a more critical way.
I am the world‘s greatest secret Agent
Maxwell would probably fantasize about me every night if she ever caught a glimpse of me
Are you having a stroke? Not even close. That ugly mf.
Source: your poor asshole
The fact you battle a disembodied foe you can only describe as „they“ makes me think you are on a journey little to do with politics
Zooming on that Ancient
Why do you wonder whether I approve of your mode of being? Why does that matter to you? Do you have nothing more interesting to respond?
Don‘t tell me what to mind, Anon. Tell me more about „them“. How did „they“ impact your pursuit of happiness?
Night skibidi
What debt do you owe, Anon?