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I FUCKING LOST IT WHEN HE STARTED SHOUTING
this tweet is the most relatable thing I’ve ever read in my whole life
Okay I’m trying to find this one particular meme… I’m hoping that with this rough recreation I just made in paint I can Stir Someone’s Memory and they can send me the true meme. It looks something like this:
I haven’t seen this meme in years but I love it so much, please
THANK YOU
You should answer some asks
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Why is Donald Trump in this pie
My Nem is Zen
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.
i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest
no offense but I’ve decided I’m gonna stop being sad and start being unbelievably powerful, creative, and full of love & light