A no end in sight pandemic, civil unrest and devastation to millions of people and this mother fucker worried about shower pressure affecting that rotten cotton candy on top his narcissistic greasy head.
“Every year, on the Midsummer Night, Magdalena came alone to the river,
in a place where a few years ago the fragments of clothes of her beloved
Johan, were found. That night, he disappeared without a trace.
She still has hope that maybe someday she would meet him there.
Johan always observes her from a distance, afraid to show her his true
nature… He still loves her but knows that they can not be together… ”
hyena positivity that focuses on spotted hyenas only is so fake. if you don’t love brown and striped hyenas then get out. if you don’t love aardwolves I can’t even look at you oh my god