10 years as an incel and now i have a feminist gf. discord is a dating app.

i come up with an ingenius concept (weekly substack articles) and immediately the competitors enter the market to do the same. the british intellectual scene is truly unmatched, both in its breadth and its virility

marquis on monday?

britain is actually the biggest country on earth

if you're asking if i think i would do a good job as caretaker of the overlook hotel, then the answer is yes, laura

isaiah 58:12 and they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, the repairer of the breach, the restorer of paths to dwell in.

i just don't think about it

the only explanation for why the country is slumping back into two-party politics that makes sense is that britain has converted to old testament judaism and we sincerely believe we've been rid of all our woes since we sacrificed the starmer scapegoat 4 months ago

brother, you are not just longhoused - you are tannhäused. you are in the venusberg for eternity. for ever and ever.

i'll be honest, it's a delicate wittle hand holding a few stanzas on monday, rather than the full fisted, arm swinging furore of a true bukes on monday

everytime i think i have time to do x is guaranteed to be the time i'm meant to be doing y. the struggles of a gen 6 pokemon fan

you're all banned from using c418's non-minecraft body of work. there are at least a dozen bukes edits possible there if i watch the right films. they're mine. not having another radiohead squeeze adjacent event prevent me from making kino. no objections

whitefang and i keep telling each other not to use certain music because we're planning on making edits using it but then never do. something of big american corporations holding popular intellectual properties hostage about the whole thing

say a prayer for teapot

bukesworld

the d.c. in fontaines d.c. stands for discord call

he's in the crusha advert

a longing to inquire into the mystery of this heart which beats so wild, so deep in us—to know whence our lives come and where they go

through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, thick breaks the red flame; all etna heaves fiercely her forest-clothed frame