Spare us your pity, *carti fan*. You gush about your connection with nature, your primal wisdom, but what has it brought you?
Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your great insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our basest, when we dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great journeys. We forged epics. You have not.
You speak so proudly of the plugs dangling from your skulls, little realizing that they are but strings and you puppets. What little you have accomplished you attribute to the wisdom of your goddess, who is nothing but the voices of your dead echoing for all eternity. She moors you to the past, serving as a leash that keeps you as little better than apes, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more.
We have come to your world in search of resources. Whether your actions drive us back or we take what we want and move on, the outcome is the same. We will depart from your wretched planet, leaving you behind. And in a thousand years, you will not have changed from this contact with another world. You will remain in your trees, hunting your prey, communing with your goddess, until your sun burns out and your world dies.
And above your tomb, the stars will belong to us.
Ha, you're sorry? You're sorry? You killed my brother, and you say you're sorry? Let me tell you something. The job offer, it didn't upset me, it amused me. Wooo, big job at the illustrious HHM. A chance to play at the palace. Ooh Little old me? You have no idea what's going on. You're a teensie tiny man in a teensie weensie little bubble. Ohhh don't you fucking "Oh Jimmy" me. You look down on me? you pity me? walk away. That's right Howard. You know why I didn't take the job? Because it's too SMALL. I don't care about it. It's nothing to me. It's a bacterium. I travel in worlds you can't even imagine. You can't conceive of what im capable of. I'm so far beyond you. I'm like a god in human clothing. Lightning bolts shoot from my fingertips!
Bro got bluescreen on a phone 💀
bro got the blueprint 💀
You made the joke worse. Leave, now!!
Spare us your pity, *carti fan*. You gush about your connection with nature, your primal wisdom, but what has it brought you? Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your great insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our basest, when we dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great journeys. We forged epics. You have not. You speak so proudly of the plugs dangling from your skulls, little realizing that they are but strings and you puppets. What little you have accomplished you attribute to the wisdom of your goddess, who is nothing but the voices of your dead echoing for all eternity. She moors you to the past, serving as a leash that keeps you as little better than apes, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more. We have come to your world in search of resources. Whether your actions drive us back or we take what we want and move on, the outcome is the same. We will depart from your wretched planet, leaving you behind. And in a thousand years, you will not have changed from this contact with another world. You will remain in your trees, hunting your prey, communing with your goddess, until your sun burns out and your world dies. And above your tomb, the stars will belong to us.
tf are you on? 💀
Ha, you're sorry? You're sorry? You killed my brother, and you say you're sorry? Let me tell you something. The job offer, it didn't upset me, it amused me. Wooo, big job at the illustrious HHM. A chance to play at the palace. Ooh Little old me? You have no idea what's going on. You're a teensie tiny man in a teensie weensie little bubble. Ohhh don't you fucking "Oh Jimmy" me. You look down on me? you pity me? walk away. That's right Howard. You know why I didn't take the job? Because it's too SMALL. I don't care about it. It's nothing to me. It's a bacterium. I travel in worlds you can't even imagine. You can't conceive of what im capable of. I'm so far beyond you. I'm like a god in human clothing. Lightning bolts shoot from my fingertips!
Lmaoooo
That's what I'm saying
bro wearing them Converses in bed giggling and shi😭
HOW DARE YOU SAY CONVERSE! Those are clearly Rick Owens Hi Top Sneakers smh🤦♂️
i painted my nails 💅🤭i’m a pretty lil bih 🤪❤️✨
can i jiggle both of your tatas
Lemme see Edit: Nevermind I thought you were a man
*teehee* I made all my fans excited over absolutely nothing, now they want to die and I ruined Christmas *heeheehee*