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Private channel(definition):where you can share your deepest, darkest secrets with a select group of people who are probably screenshotting everything and sharing it with their friends.
It's the online equivalent of whispering in a crowded room while wearing a microphone and a neon sign that says 'I'M SHARING A SECRET! COME CLOSER!'
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Stop being nostalgic if you arent a wealthy straight white dude. Like what 'good old days' are you particularly speaking abt.
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As for yearning for solid ground? Well, good luck with that. We're all just clinging to this giant, spinning rock hurtling through space, desperately trying to find some meaning and purpose in a universe that is, for all intents and purposes, indifferent to our existence.
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if you're not willing to throw a full-blown, Oscar-worthy tantrum over a slightly overcooked steak, then we are simply not compatible. I need someone who understands the importance of theatrics, someone who recognizes that life is too short to be boring.
I'm not saying we have to be constantly screaming and crying and throwing dishes at the wall (although, let's be honest, that does sound kind of fun). I'm just saying that I need someone who's willing to feel things, dammit. Someone who can get genuinely upset when their favorite coffee shop is out of oat milk, someone who can dramatically declare their undying love for a particularly delicious slice of pizza, someone who can weep openly at the end of a cheesy rom-com.
If you're the kind of person who responds to emotional crises with a calm, rational demeanor, then we are fundamentally incompatible. I need someone who's going to run around and scream, what the heck are we gonna do, the end is near.
That’s romantic to me.
Give me drama, or give me death
