Imagine where we could be without social enmity.
Imagine where we'd be if this was what happened when you smelled pies
everybody thinks you gotta be disagreeable to be interesting right nowYour fortune: Excellent Luck
>>13071396would be kind of lame if they got along all the time tbh
Haha, good joke. Maybe you should start letting go of your own hate first before you say things like this.Your fortune: Excellent Luck
In a perfect world
>>13071402>>13071410two of the same fortunesYour fortune: Very Bad Luck
>>13071391Imagine where we could be if you finally started taking estrogenYour fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!
munch did nothing wrongYour fortune: Good news will come to you by mail
>>13071423every time people say this, they did indeed do something wrong
>>13071403What would Tomo be if she wasn't annoying?
A heavy black volume, amateurishly bound, with no name or title on the cover. The print also looked slightly irregular. The pages were worn at the edges, and fell apart easily, as though the book had passed through many hands. The inscription on the title page ran:THE THEORY AND PRACTICE OF OLIGARCHICAL COLLECTIVISM by EMMANUEL GOLDSTEIN[Winston began reading.]Chapter 1.IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.Throughout recorded time, and probably since the end of the Neolithic Age, there have been three kinds of people in the world, the High, the Middle, and the Low. They have been subdivided in many ways, they have borne countless different names, and their relative numbers, as well as their attitude toward one another, have varied from age to age; but the essential structure of society has never altered. Even after enormous upheavals and seemingly irrevocable changes, the same pattern has always reasserted itself, just as a gyroscope will always return to equilibrium, however far it is pushed one way or the other.The aims of these three groups are entirely irreconcilable....Winston stopped reading, chiefly in order to appreciate the fact that he was reading, in comfort and safety. He was alone: no telescreen, no ear at the keyhole, no nervous impulse to glance over his shoulder or cover the page with his hand. The sweet summer air played against his cheek. From somewhere far away there floated the faint shouts of children; in the room itself there was no sound except the insect voice of the clock. He settled deeper into the armchair and put his feet up on the fender. It was bliss, it was eternity. Suddenly, as one sometimes does with a book of which one knows that one will ultimately read and reread every word, he opened it at a different place and found himself at the third chapter. He went on reading:Chapter 3.WAR IS PEACE.Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!
>>13071438what are ur thoughts about coffee fren"?
>>13071393>>13071402True.>>13071410Too hard.
>>13071410true, presupposing hate is hateful... and a good rood.
>>13071658lolewat if i join you and rule the galaxy?
social enenemity
Poly… you’re so brown.
chinny chin chin shemmy shemmy shemmy yeah shemmy yah lalala
Poly stop being an iraqi pedophile
>>13072621eminemnity
>>13072955 [dubs]SPITTIN ON YOUR ONION RINGS
>>13072986that's an awfully hote coffee potshould i drop it on a ruder probably notYour fortune: Excellent Luck
>>13072993>>13072986>>13072955>>13071658>>13071393Your fortune: Average Luck
