I'm so TIRED of trying to be nice and polite and them being told I'm wrong and then we google the topic or make a phone call to ask someone the answer and wow! I was right! I'm just going to start comitting murder and arson

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I'm so TIRED of trying to be nice and polite and them being told I'm wrong and then we google the topic or make a phone call to ask someone the answer and wow! I was right! I'm just going to start comitting murder and arson
imma be honest im so confused about the dilfza discourse thingy. I hear everybody being so hush hush about it and how it's this whole Thing TM but yet i haven't seen anyone actually discoursing,,, just talking about how there IS discourse. but where???? who??? what is there even to fight about. huh
FHDKHFDK yes there is discourse. there is a lot of discourse. if you scroll through the dilfza tag on my blog you will find a frankly insane amount of dilfzcourse. have fun
I know the fuck i did
“What the.....good god! Maureen! MAUREEN! There’s....there’s BEASTLINESS happening on the television, Maureen! Quick, turn that picture of Her Majesty away! We can’t have her looking at this! In fact, get to the panic room! JUST RUN, MAUREEN! THERE ARE NIPPLES!”
Act 01, Scene 01 - 02 - Beatrice
From: Much Ado About Nothing, by Williams Shakespeare
Genre: Comedy
Topic: Argument, anger
Character: Female
Alas! he gets nothing by that. In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature. Who is his companion now? He hath every month a new sworn brother.
A Poem
I want to tell you a story how I argued with the dust insisting I was metal (as if rust was not a thing) Then I pointed to the stars (a useless map to home) boasting of my lineage like I’m the only one from there Standing in a casket atop a coffin ‘cross a grave amidst a land of mounds on a planet full of bones I argued and insisted bargaining with your dust seething pleading needing because I want you to tell me a story
@equalstrashflavoredtrash reblogged your photo and added:
I’d be happy to show you the basics! we could start a knitting circle and hangout and talk about our favorite tv shows
I’m free tomorrrow.