◀ world's only cishet femtanyl fan ▶

enjoyer of military equipment, guns, history, sci-fi, video games, worldbuilding, roleplay, a little bit of drawing, and more

i listen to classic rock, hard rock/metal, garage rock, motown, soul, afrobeat, indie pop, art rock, post-punk, coldwave, alt-country, goth americana, new wave, synthpop, 80s rock, digital hardcore, hyperpop, webcore, breakcore, and more

trans/neurodivergent/human rights

central leftist



"if you are going through hell, keep going. why would you stop in hell?"

"there are no good guns. there are no bad guns. any gun in the hands of a bad man is a bad thing. any gun in the hands of a decent person is no threat to anybody — except bad people."

"life may be meaningless. the future is not."

"pessimism is a tool of the oppressor. hope is radical, and so is love."

"how come we can't ever invade a cool country with like, chicks in bikinis, you know? how come countries like that don't ever need marines? i'll tell you why. it's lack of p**** that f**** countries up. lack of p**** is the root f*****' cause of all global instability. if more h**** were getting more quality p****, there'd be no reason for us to come over here and f*** them up like this. 'cause a nut-busting h*** is a happy h***."

"don't pet a burning dog."

"do not cry because they are past! smile, because they once were!"

"i backed my car into a cop car the other day
well he just drove off, sometimes life's okay
i ran my mouth off a bit too much, well what did i say?
well you just laughed it off, it was all okay"

"they shall meet as intersecting lines; once, and never again."

"you can easily go back to the past, but no one is there anymore."

"hold onto your loved ones. there are graveyards full of people who thought they had time."

"live in the present. you'll miss it in the future."

"the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness means that each of us is free to go our own way, even if the ways some of us may choose to go seem sinful or shocking to our fellow citizens."

"all of these names, all of these pictures, belong to real people. people who have their own living conditions, their own rooms, their own jobs, hobbies, and interests, but also their own struggles; their own demons that they fight with day in and day out. demons that i will probably never see. no matter what that little color next to their profile picture may say, you will most likely never know what's going on behind their screen . . . because it doesn't really take a lot to tell someone you care about them, but it takes a war to say farewell to them."

"10 november 1775. i was born in a bomb crater. my mother was an M16 and my father was the devil. each moment i live is an additional threat upon your life. i eat concertina, piss napalm, and i can shoot a round through a flea's ass at 300 meters. i travel the globe, festering on anti-americans everywhere i go, for the love of mom, chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie. i'm a grunt. i'm the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a b**** that's kept the wolf away from the door for over 250 years. i'm a united states marine. we look like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the s*** out of both of them. we stole the eagle from the air force, the rope from the army, and the anchor from the navy. and on the 7th day, when god rested, we overran his perimeter, and we've been running the show ever since. warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, marine by god. semper fidelis."

"we're sitting here fighting for your freedoms. you got the right to say what you want, we got the right to punch you in your f****** mouth if we disagree."

“f****** this dog girl till she barks, call it autism speaks.”

"we all bleed red. so why do we have to prove it?"