Or if its in your basement on a concrete floor … the sounds of a drunken brawl happening downstairs.
Indigenous Canadian from northern Ontario. Believe in equality, Indigenous rights, minority rights, LGBTQ+, women’s rights and do not support war of any kind.
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Or if its in your basement on a concrete floor … the sounds of a drunken brawl happening downstairs.
I had a dream the other night of being on top of a high rise building … I looked at the sunset only to realize that a large wall of water was approaching ready to flood the city I was in … then I woke up.
The strangest part was that this would have normally scared me … but that in the dream, "I felt like ‘meh’ so the world’s going to end - great … I felt like I didn’t care that things were ending. "
Sexuality or sexual identity isn’t the problem … being afraid is.
They’re on their way to the spiral of death
Usually, its from the freeze/melt cycle forming giant blocks of ice somewhere on the road … then the plow pushing a giant chunk right onto your driveway. Best time for this is usually at the end of winter when it’s constantly thawing then refreezing at night.
Somewhere randomly within those deposits is a large boulder of solid ice that is too hard to break, too heavy to move, yet somehow occupies the middle of the snowpile.
I’ve given up on having expectations of other people.
I’ve decided to just be nice to everyone no matter the circumstance or reaction. If you don’t want to be nice or polite … screw you.
If you want to be unkind, negative or rude … I’m going away from you as fast as possible … and if I can’t avoid you, I’m giving you an earful of how I feel about your stinking guts