has anyone listened to a thousand tiny wings? are they Doing Something here or is it Just mindlessly unlistenably racist?

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has anyone listened to a thousand tiny wings? are they Doing Something here or is it Just mindlessly unlistenably racist?
i think being a hater and being an asshole are two separate things and yet they are often conflated. like hating on a team or player is a shared bonding experience interagal to the whole sports thing! it’s how rivalries and intense competition work! but hating on your fellow community members in a public space where they can very easily see what you’re saying is just being a straight up asshole. you’re not being a Real Hater. you are being mean.
OKAY A FEW THINGS
1. idk what to call u bc u have tobias and nik in ur intro and i think ive called you nik once but you also have tobias as ur name on ur blog so if u like that better ill use it but if u prefer tobias can i call u tobi 🤔
2. ASK GAME THINGY
YAYAYAY OKOK SO
1. i have like 4 names i use... which are clover, seraphim, tobias, and nik. i just don't say ALL of them cause thats too much to keep up with and im thinking of sticking with seraphim and nik – while tobias/tobi is for close friends (you're a close friend ^_^) does this make sense...
its confusing i know 😭
2. HWWHEHEHEHE YAYAYAAYAYYAAYAY YOURE SO SWEET RINNIE 🥹 my autocorrect almost said titty?????
Hey guys i don’t think noatak was a very good brother and I don’t think he loves Tarrlok as much as some people think he does. Still love them though. I can elaborate further if anyone sees this
Was talking to a friend about photography and they mentioned Kodak and the rochesterian in me had to silently go through all five stages of grief before I could reply