Vincent: When’s your bedtime?
Lucrecia: Whenever I next collapse is purely up to the Gods.
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Vincent: When’s your bedtime?
Lucrecia: Whenever I next collapse is purely up to the Gods.
False: I've noticed a trend in life. The larger a thing is, the more likely it is to be evil. This applies to companies, celebrities, and mountains.
Gem: In case of dogs, the opposite is true
False, nodding: A notable outlier
Silent Shadow: What's wrong? You barely hunger for revenge anymore. Clamor: Maybe there's something else we could do instead of focusing on the past? Silent Shadow: What the fuck. You talk?
Poppy: Hey, I'm trans. What do I do now?
Sally: You must journey through the western gates into the great unknown, past the black ridge, through the mires betwixt towering mountains, past the empty fields of gold that stretch on for miles, unto horizons anew.
Hugo: I had a gay man tell me once "...teeshirt, at the..” and then I didn't hear the rest because he was on the phone with someone else and he wasn't talking to me and he walked out of earshot.
Vivian: But how did you know he was gay?
Hugo: By lying and making it up
Heather: A doctor: $140k a year. A furry artist on Patreon: $160k a year.
Harold: I think you’re lowballing the furry artist, actually.
Heather: I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff.
Harold: No matter how I respond to this I don’t look good, well played. I walked right into that.
DJ: Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.
Heather:
Heather: Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?
Duncan: Doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them.
Heather: You will die in 7 days.
Gwen: It took doctors like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention, while a furry artist I knew just went “That sounds like Crohn’s” after hearing me complain once, and ended up being right.
Gwen: Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I?
Duncan: You could if you weren’t a fucking coward.
Leshawna: This conversation was like 50 consecutive punches to the face. What the fuck went on here.
Celebrimbor: Orcs have sieged the main gate but whatever. I am behind the second gate, which is unsiegable. Celebimbor: The impenetrable second gate has been sieged, but no matter, my door is the strongest door in the realm. Celebrimbor: Door break
Edwin: If you can't handle me at my worst (really bad) then you don't deserve me at my best (slightly less really bad.)