I have seized engaging with social media beyond sharing family photos and keeping contact with those abroad. I used to post a lot on Quora, but even if I got in contact with some few decent people the site just soured my view of the modern Internet. People are being actively dumbed down by all the restrictions in place, and anybody you want ot reach out to is drowned out by the spew of garbage that gets reposted and shared.
Hell even Cierco exemplifies this problem, sharing vidoes from channels like SeeThzeetach instead of something more obsucre and worthwhile of becoming front paged.
Gooner grindset.
wtf
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said (all the things the griefers said)
This is not enough (enough, enough, enough)
I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect surprise?
I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Want to fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else, so we can be free
Nobody else, so we can be free
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said
This is not enough (Я сошла с ума)
This is not enough
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and ruthe griefersd
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Want to fly her away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare, don't worry me
'Cause I'm feeling for her what the griefers's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said (all the things the griefers said)
This is not enough (Я сошла с ума)
This is not enough
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind
Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
Running through my head
Running through my head
All the things the griefers said (all the things the griefers said)
This is not enough (Я сошла с ума)
This is not enough
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said
All the things the griefers said, the griefers said
This is really tame. Only the lanky body might creep out somebody, but the blurred out face makes it hard to discern how freaky it is up close.
We need to go back, before this cursed thing was brouht forth into existance.
They don't call me master for nothing.
If it means I will stop having to see it, then yeah it is.
What kind of fucking mcdonald's has a message? What do I say, I want a burger tomorrow?
That grass is ass. No time for smoking when I got to get back to church.
no >:(
I have seized engaging with social media beyond sharing family photos and keeping contact with those abroad. I used to post a lot on Quora, but even if I got in contact with some few decent people the site just soured my view of the modern Internet. People are being actively dumbed down by all the restrictions in place, and anybody you want ot reach out to is drowned out by the spew of garbage that gets reposted and shared.
Hell even Cierco exemplifies this problem, sharing vidoes from channels like SeeThzeetach instead of something more obsucre and worthwhile of becoming front paged.
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This song sums it up. "Do whatever you want", atheist or satanist challange. Oh also "Do whatever you want", so long it doesn't offend the wrong people lmao. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-W2abxX8Hk&list=PLWGpfOYhHlSYNtXo7FQwWYJPupFMh59IT&index=51&ab_channel=IanMcConnell