look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
Me as a model: no i don’t like that picture delete it
2nd century BC Pictish/Caledonian Louis CK: kids today don't even know that we didn't always have bronze dirks. i hear kids whining about their bronze dirks not holding an edge. [bellowing] you want to drive a fucking flint dirk into the throat of your enemy? [baby voice] oh my bronze dirk got a dent in it. it's slightly less sharp now [bellowing] really? how would you like it when your dirk flakes into a thousand tiny flint shards upon striking the shield of your enemy? you little piece of shit? [baby voice] *random mewling noises* [bellowing again] fuck you! your parents didn't raise you correctly. [philosophical, exasperated] everything is amazing, and nobody's happy
judge: yes plaintiff what are u suing for?
me: fraud. your honor how she gone be fine as hell wit no tagged/me
judge: dam u right this hoe wildn case closed
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Me: you have to give me the toy if you want me to throw it
Dog: source??
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