My beloved Sheldon’s death was purely accidental and I was no where near that jetski dealership! Now no more of these silly questions, I grow weary with the grief of it all✨
Also they played some songs that were just soft enough that I couldn't identify the artist or make out the lyrics but barely apprehend the maddening outlines of them and I imagine that's what the Music of Erich Zann is like
A friend sent me this and it's so wild to me because there's wanting writers to treat characters with integrity, which is fair, and seeming to believe that fictional characters actually suffer, which they don't, and you cannot harm them because there is nothing there to harm
Nothing can make me unblock attie though.
Wow, a reply that doesn't just flat tell us to fuck off. Is this progress?
Sweetest Beatrice🏳️‍⚧️
It strikes me that the poster here is conflating the suffering of fictional characters with their own in reading the fate of those characters, which is a sign the fiction is probably doing its job
I worked in grocery for a number of years and sometimes I still think about how every Monday I'd have to hear "Monday, Monday" by The Mamas & The Papas and every Tuesday afternoon, "Tuesday Afternoon" by The Moody Blues and to this day I cannot but despise both songs
I will not quote dunk
I will not quote dunk
i'm having a bad brain day so please excuse my basic ass takes
