Idefktbh17 - Idfk Tbh

You know what's funny? Lando never even properly said that he was a championship contender. The only championship he ever spoke about was the constructors, the F1 media pushed him into this fight.

The way some people act on here you would think he said at some point that he would be champion no questions asked but he hasn't, he was always pessimistic about the gap.

My brand is and always will be that the tax evading millionaires are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves but damn I feel like we are crossing some lines with Lando now. The man can't even open his mouth without fans of almost every driver on the grid starts dogpiling on him. You hear one out of context sentence from an interview and just run with it only to find out that he didn't call Max' win lucky. (But you don't correct your post because why would you, Lando probably deserved the hate for one reason or another right?) You see team orders happen and call him unworthy without considering that every champion on the current grid has benefited from team orders. (But it's OK because Lando is so fucking annoying anyways right?)

Idk if it's because I have been part of many fandoms where things have escalated to the point of no return and that's why I get scared when I see this level of piling on someone but I genuinely feel like we have reached an unreasonable point now.

i logged out on my mobile devices but about to log out on my laptop, but before i do, i need to scream angerily for a minute. if you wish to send hate, sure, have fucking at it; i dont care anymore. for those of you who are kind and lovely, i hope you're alright, and i may see you again one day.

now onto the screaming.

FUCK YOU. fuck everyone who took my words out of context, fuck everyone who verbally attacked me, fuck everyone who told me i was a mentally ill parasocial dream stan person. FUCK YOU!!

fuck everyone who's ever EVER sent a damn threat to ANYONE for not jumping ship immediately, for not automatically believing twitter speculation.

FUCK YOU for telling wilbur to kill himself, to stick to the 27 muscian rule. and fuck you who SUPPORTED DOXXING wilbur. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!! fuck, you.

fuck you all for every shit thing ive had to see, hear or experience in the past fucking almost WEEK

fuck you for driving me away from what has made me grow, from what has given me reason to live. congrats, and fuck you.

I really like Wilbur Soot and even if he didn't stream for a year I'd probably still be subscribed.

I hope he's having fun exploring all the little oddities of New York City. I hope he gets to hang out in Central Park and enjoys that specifically great experience of sitting outside in chilly weather with the sun warming your face. I hope he's writing silly songs and sad songs and songs I'll sing in my car at a volume level that's probably not healthy for anyone's ears. I hope he eats too much good pizza and bad pizza and overpriced Whole Foods hot bar dinners.

That's enough being parasocial for me. Glad he's taking care of himself.

“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

I had this weird creepy dream.

Apparently there was a murder in our house, that somehow became the shape of a square but the middle was empty. The women in our house stayed in the higher floors while I stayed down investigating with my brothers and cousins while my father was talking with I don't know.... probably the authorities...? What's weird is my uncle was skiing relaxed with it qnd was recording and smiling normally.

Anyways that's not the creepy part. The creepy one is that when I poked my head through one of the doors that lead to the middle of the empty square it looked like a no man land. Though I saw 3 dead bulls laying on their stomachs as if they're sitting though they were clearly dead as the top of there back and down was eaten. Weird part the corners of the bull wasn't eaten and the blood haven't spilled so it was like tube full of blood. Now one of the creepy things in the dream, if you wanna call it that, is that there's a dear or a goat , I don't know I didn't go that close to see, was alive and swimming inside the bull whixh is all bloody. I didn't dare get closer and quickly stepped back as whatever that thing was giving a very off vibes.

Wait, I am not done yet. Stepping back I accidentally walked back into someone. I turned around and it was my mom holding alot of pens, they were for some reason black?, and my sketch book. I looked around and found the woman of my family came down. My mom asked me if I wanna draw something, but I shook my head and told her I need to help the boys.

Now for the very creepy part. She dropped the pens and the sketch books and along with that friendly smile of hers and looked at me dead in the eye's and told me in a very serious and deep voice " let the murder be". Though her eye's weren't the usual warm brown happy eye's, they were very black and void of any emotion, which crept the fuck out of me and I woke up panting.

Wait wait wait, there's still more. I drank water and went to check the time, and guess what ? It was 3:33 fucking in the morning. That was all that needed for me to panic and turn the lights on as everything became overhelming.

“he’s so fine”

and it’s the nerdiest, most awkward man you have ever seen. except it’s me, i’m not the man, but the person that’s saying he’s fine, and i will never say otherwise.

LIKE.. you can’t tell me you don’t want to do the nastiest, most unspeakable things to this man.

(if digital footprints real, they might stone me.)