lincoln

MY BUTLER: Perhaps, sir, these poor souls are ignorant of joys richer than naming their Diablo 4 barbarians "Kratos." Can we not celebrate them thus?

ME: [without turning from the window, where I've been staring out across the moors] Would you have me celebrate a corpse for not knowing it is dead?

not enough people are talking about how all the world's werewolves are incarcerated in a moon prison (the moon is the one place where you can't see a full moon)

sure, it's not easy knowing that, in the final accounting, I'll be denied entrance into paradise because I tagged the global feed in all my shitposts. but our bravery is only ever forced upon us