They Matched Each Others Freak. 42 Injured. 7 Dead. 12 Missing.

a train to a european is what a burger is to an american

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i went back to watch Jenny Nicholson’s Evermore video again after watching her Star Wars Hotel video and found these gems in the comments

There are some real weirdos on this website... glad to be diagnosed Normal!

Yellowjackets "The Last Supper" behind the scenes

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Is transitioning from male to female to become a butch lesbian a reasonable option?

it is beyond reasonable, it is one of the coolest things you can do on this bitch of an earth

Chappell Roan debuts new song "The Giver" live on SNL 11/02/2024.

Yellowjackets (2021-). (inspired by @taiturner)

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Ever night I lie awake with a pounding in my chest as I remember how temporary this all is. One day I and you and everyone will be dead and then there will be nothing after. I will close my eyes and my memories and thoughts and experiences and feelings will be gone. Where will they go? I am so deeply terrified to not exist. What happens to me when the electric signals in my brain stop firing? I believed that I would find the warm embrace of God after I died. Then, I feared it would be less of an embrace and more of a chokehold as God sapped away my free will and identity into the eternal bliss of heaven and praise. You do not exist if you are stripped of your pain. If I knew my Mother to be in hell and still sang God's praise, I would not be myself anymore. Then, the church reassured me that I was destined for hell, which I took some comfort in. At least I would exist somewhere, screaming in the flames. But no. You do not exist if you are stripped of your joy. Now, I fear that God is as dead as I am to be in several decades or a minute, depending on nothing but luck. Dead dead dead. I am so scared of it all going away. I cry and heave and curse but nothing can be done about it by anybody. At least no one else is as afraid as I am, even if they should be. Afraid afraid afraid. But gods, alive or dead, at least I know Muppet Hole will last forever. When all I know is gone, the worms will still taste the salty necter of my seed which I have planted in the muppet vessel of my desire. This image you sent me has brought me back to my senses. I am not afraid to die! I am not afraid of anything! I am only mad with lust and my erection is filled with knowledge. God bless