Something about being called pretty boy , and then if they put MY in front of it ?
Oh. My. God.
I'd marry you on the spot.
Something about being called pretty boy , and then if they put MY in front of it ?
Oh. My. God.
I'd marry you on the spot.
“i want to see content of my f/o!” i say, excited, as i enter my f/o’s tag only to see either very little content or a ship i strongly dislike.
“actually, never mind.”
idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
Listen my basic human empathy does feel genuine horror for those people who most likely died in that submarine.
But my working logical brain is also scoffing at anyone stupid enough to spend 250k to get into a heavy metal coffin, sinking to see the ocean floor graveyard that is the titanic.
Like just watch the movie, man. Spend 250k to go to Venice or some shit.
Why the titanic? We all know what it looks like. We all saw the movie.
"People don't deserve to die in such horrifying ways" and "You voluntarily got into a jerry rigged unregulated submersible to go to an incredible hostile place you shouldn't be going to anyway what were you expecting" are statements that can coexist