@synu no, I’ll be a paladin

@synu luckily I can and I will

@synu It’s much deeper than that—it’s rotten to the core. We can discuss it later.

In short, you should hate being a victim. Genuinely loathe it, and hate the people who made you one. It is never good to be victimized; there is no strength in it. So when they are asked to actually fight for themselves, they have nothing to give. They lie completely exposed. They have so much to say, yet never a single action toward anything meaningful. They go to a rally; I am in a shooting. We are not the same.

@synu @pict0 black squirrel Sam or am I just manifesting a name rn?

@synu she is moving to Japan now.

@synu it is also a good filtering stratagem. I am so deep in woke hate. Like I don’t even really want to say it all that much.

Just please, every woke nigga needs to leave me the fuck alone fr.

@synu lowkey this one is for @pict0 although Sam made me think of it. I was just angry.

@synu it just derails every convo. Try it.

@synu my ex once again confirmed that saying nigga around the homies is morally permissible.

@synu on the wired but she could’ve been real. We are both crashing out right now at the missed opportunity.

@synu omg she is so fucking real! Once again she is the only girl I have saved on my camera roll.

@synu yeah dude country whores only take LSD. I want a girl who doesn’t understand why the fuck she would ever take birth control.

@synu “I can’t get hard”

Ahhhhhhhh she won’t be there fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Why are we fated to never meet!!!!


I have so much to tell you and nothing more to type to you.

@synu nope I grew up rural Canada. You know nothing.

The sweet release of a romance we have always carried, though we have never met. Every imagined moment between us is already too beautiful. I am crossing oceans for the mere chance of your physical touch. If we did, even briefly, I— am innocent for the first time.

@Dynamite can you shoot a moose and also do you have tits?

I need a newfie romance. A girl who loves a sensitive heart yet can shoot a moose and cook it.

I actually hate woke. KYS if ur woke literally. Your entire political stance is detritus. You CANNOT have an effective revolution with a fighting force of VICTIMS!!! You need to HATE being victimized. HOLY FUCKK. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

We knelt side by side at communion. We shared in the body of Christ together. That sacred ritual, that beautiful union, is now forever desecrated. A belief in something greater than us. A real bond now leaves a scar upon my memory. Our silly fucking meaningless play act! No, only yours actually.

How could I blame myself for believing in you? We talked about how nothing is scared. How truly terrible that is. About our baptisms and the joy of silent worship even if we were unsure about believing. No, I was unsure and you were certain. The meaning of that communion was real for you, or so you said.

Sean, you forever have the symbols of Catholicism tattooed on your body. You said you’re a bad catholic but still a catholic. Yet you truly believe in absolutely nothing. You don’t just preform belief you embody that sick nihilism. That is your world.

And yet, Sean, you will still be forgiven. I don’t believe in God but you do. I’m not particularly religious and you swore by it. Everything that makes that institution wicked is what offers you salvation. The mere fact that I can remember vividly kneeling next to you full of an honest feeling of kinship. Proves that this is a scar.

Lord forgive me, for I have sinned. Me, a non believer, has truly sinned. I did not know it was you whom I shared a connection with that day. There are so many others in my life I could’ve knelt beside and shared a true union with. People I will see on their death beds and hold their hands in mine. I certainly know tears will fill my eyes as they face something almighty and unknowable. I could have reminded you, Sean, about this very day with absolute clarity anytime you needed it. Anytime you needed to believe in something natural and real.

How quickly you shrugged your shoulders at all of this. How small your world truly is! That it could so easily be cast aside. If we did share that moment together as you assured me we had when I asked you that night. That we truly did have something. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?

Cowardice? Ah, so that is your existence. That probably gives you some peace. It offers me none. Absolutely none. That someone I loved was so truly cowardly that our true bond could be so easily broken. I reject that with love in my heart. No Sean, it wasn’t just cowardice that caused this. It’s that you never had the love for me to see what I could. You never had the love for yourself to see what I could.

So please keep telling the new people in your life that you pray. I’m sure they will be moved just like I was. I never once told you about my prayers. So here is one:

I pray that we never meet again.