my brother started calling our cat “doobie brother” which he then lengthened to “dubious brother” and has since morphed into “brother dubious” like he’s some sort of fucked up little monk
Reblog if you’re comfortable receiving crabs on Crab Day (July 29th) so all your beloved followers know who they can comfortably crab on crab day (July 29th) without feeling nervous about crabbing someone 9n Crab Day (July 29th).
Nothing worse than antiwar people saying “everyone should put down the weapons” fully knowing that it won’t happen and those who hold those weapons in defense would be dead without them
like yeah, dude, war is bad, we should all frolic around in a meadow and shit, but you see, there is this one guy throwing bombs at my head and threatening to kill my entire family, and I’m afraid the power of your bellybutton friendship gem won’t help, Steven
dude I’m fucking frustrated. some people think on a level so theoretical that it leans into fantasy fiction, while I’m here sitting with insomnia becoming religious in hopes that next missile or drone won’t hit my apartment because I saw what it did to a whole fucking house. it was a hole in the ground. just a crater, you know. imagine a farm house in a country side, and now imagine a crater 5 meters deep 20 meters wide. nothing left except one bent spoon and photos of a family that used to live there that people put on the side of the road as some resemblance of a grave, because there weren’t even any fucking bodies left. People get torn apart when they get hit by a blast wave from a few meters away, you know. Can you “theoretically” imagine what happens with a direct hit?
I wish everyone could put down the weapons and be like “friendship, peace and whatever else”, but sometimes you want to live, and for that you need to kill whoever wants to kill you, and for that you need a Weapon.