I fucking love chemistry and like, psychopharmacology. I never realized it was something you could be into as like a hobby and stuff.
I'm three months sober from Twitter.
Pilot G2 gang Pilot G2 gang in yo house in yo city hide yo wife hide yo thot we fucking everywhere.
Fuck pacifism. Fuck turning the other cheek until you wring your own neck for the sake of optics and ~~*avoiding escalation*~~ (they will always fucking find an excuse, even if it's a dumb one).
Let that fucking headline sink in.
Now think of your worst childhood memory.
I say fuck pacifism because I've been there. I haven't been dragged from my home or yanked from my mother's arms by a Border Patrol scumbag, but I've been scared and lost and alone like that. My earliest memory is my father screaming in my fucking face because I wouldn't smile for a picture and I cannot even imagine being a normal, functioning person because of it. So I say fuck pacifism because I know how painful this child's life must be right now. I'm not a fucking radlib "organizer," who thinks this is a game of fucking chess, that this child's life matters but.
We're going to have to fight a war at some point in our lifetimes, the way the climate is turning to shit, the way the mal aria of wildfire soot and [COVID] degrades the flesh of our lungs, so, like, y'know, play some Minecraft.
>Healthy
Ew.