i'm still amazed by my feelings. i can't believe i'm really open to live *whatever* giovanna wants. biological children? i would rather adopt but ok. she not going vegan? ok. living in an apartment and not frugally on a small boat? ok. living in Brazil when we both have the right to live in more ethical places? ok. going trans because she found out she's lesbian? ok. cutting my pinkie so she can make a desk adornment? ok. poly marriage with that stinky guy who likes soccer (i truly hope he's not a heterotop )? ok. act delusional to publish some funny thing to read when she's bored? ok. i'm a rat. a pig, a giraffe, a hippopotamus, raccoon, snake, cow, horse, larva, ant. amoeba. a bat. i wonder if there's any tale floating around on the supposition that i'm just sticking for this long because she's rich. i wish that was true. would be so easy to forget her. "lucas we can pay some people to help you finish this video-game". i politely refused. qob stuff is so personal by this point that even if the first release maybe being quite mediocre because my man-power of 1 man-power power. i. sometimes i fantasize i was really well known. like a global influencer that at least more than 2 billion people knew. 5. why not. then i would take my courage and suicide with a very clear note on the only reason i choose to do what i did. veganism. excuse me for being redundant and bringing this topic so often, most of the times without any logical step. this topic hits me so often. i can't live in peace. if my video-game turns out alright? i start a company to keep rolling updates on it as quickly as possible. i think i would cry knowing i was able to hire minorities or people from poor countries with a decent salary for the place and a decent workload. imagine being able to fund a company that gets in touch with activists on conflict mineral and bring the poor into learning computation and maybe even doing low-poly work? take a look at my truck
i would still cry a river even if the worker believes in some reminiscent of oppressive religious organizations like Christianity (i mean, come on, i had to be the guy who got mad at my impartial philosophy teacher on abortion issues on the last year of high-school. everyone there were listening quiet as he had any reason over a rape teenager that would have to carry the burden of someone who probably would get like 25 years of prison. what scary me the most was the girls standing-by. what i could expect. so many gender roles of that sinking hole that i just decided to shut up when i saw hot girls on commando of boys because XX is this and XY is that) or they will eat meat with money i'll distribute. if you wonder why not hire people already: my sense of worth on society is quite prideful. if qob is a mediocre experience that doesn't gain popularity and money by itself, it's not worth to be. i'm not the bridge from the rich to the rest. giovanna could be Elon Musk's daughter and i would politely refuse any angel investment (tied to agenda or not) to my crazy ideas. giovanna if your reading this, the maximum i want is to suck your boobs, practice Youtube massage tutorials (can you believe i almost graduated in a massage course back in my courier days with the following idea: earn pocket money on beaches with cheap relaxing massages to keep tripping on my bicycle till the ice mountains. i almost died being a dummy of the class one day. any finger that touches me in most places feels feels like a colossal tickling) and wash your hair. if you think i'm playing the delusional peter-pan with this game i happily apply to an architecture university to be someone societal-worth or go to my uncle to ask a role in the industry. i would even donate my lungs so you can breathe better but because of your money? i would rather marry a prostitute and make a living over an Only Fans couple account. just to be clear, no pun intended to Lin (if you ever read this), i discovered about you out of an Age of Mythology Twitch stream and not because the underworld you participate. i would do porn. why not. someone died on a cross while chatting about love some years ago. how funny to think love makes my delusion stronger. now if giovanna ever remotely tries to appear, i can just bring my white card on my single card deck and say: whatever babe. i'm up to try anything with you. actually i have another card which is: THE GREEN CARD: veganism is not extreme and no, i won't loose my standards on this... i can already predict fights over OUR CHILDREN NEEDS PROTEIN. SEE THE LIONS!!!! OR WHAT WE EAT THOUSANDS YEARS AGO!!!! i wonder if white people justified slavery to people wanting liberty of their workforce by citing history as a credible fact in a not distant past
love sucks. it doesn't happen to anyone. like. i wouldn't be this open to Quincy or even the vegan algae scientist. even if the latter give me chances of having a happy one on my subjective experience than something like a giovanna that thinks it's cool to post Instagram stories about fancy restaurants and fancy fish or meat rolling on plates. i feel so gross and gossiping. love sucks because none of this matters. my feelings are not begging a chance with her but maturity and respect if she decides to appear. i would kiss her while i cried on a first date the same way if that happened with a vegan or a holocaust supporter giovanna. love sucks because it doesn't happen to whoever i want. imagine falling in love for Lovisa or Ella or Alma or Katerine out of a simple Tinder swipe. of course it would happen. can you reason about my loneliness and their *angelical* FACE THAT ALSO HAS AN *angelical* BODY THAT ALSO LIKES HIKING? i'm uber late to bed time. dad cooked pasta with mushrooms today and i can't love them because they joked about HMMM. IMAGINE THROWING CHEESE HERE. while he cooked and i was his kitchen companion. motherfucker. finishes his tea and then go to sleep while he left me alone watching this old Italian movie about a jury finding evidence against a powerful person charged against the death of a prostitute. i guess if i was in Italy and found that girl i would fall in love in no second. i'm late to my sleep schedule because tomorrow we'll start early the kitchen wall and roof paint. dad also takes place on the animal holocaust and i had fun today (yesterday by now) sanding and painting the first layer while we heard a The Cure and then a David Bryne's album
love sucks because it shows there are some truths that shouldn't be a truth but they are. however i warned my parents once if we had a true self-sufficient vegan country i would quite them all. straight on their face and they laughed like i'm their every-growing kid. bunch of fuckers
i would still cry a river even if the worker believes in some reminiscent of oppressive religious organizations like Christianity (i mean, come on, i had to be the guy who got mad at my impartial philosophy teacher on abortion issues on the last year of high-school. everyone there were listening quiet as he had any reason over a rape teenager that would have to carry the burden of someone who probably would get like 25 years of prison. what scary me the most was the girls standing-by. what i could expect. so many gender roles of that sinking hole that i just decided to shut up when i saw hot girls on commando of boys because XX is this and XY is that) or they will eat meat with money i'll distribute. if you wonder why not hire people already: my sense of worth on society is quite prideful. if qob is a mediocre experience that doesn't gain popularity and money by itself, it's not worth to be. i'm not the bridge from the rich to the rest. giovanna could be Elon Musk's daughter and i would politely refuse any angel investment (tied to agenda or not) to my crazy ideas. giovanna if your reading this, the maximum i want is to suck your boobs, practice Youtube massage tutorials (can you believe i almost graduated in a massage course back in my courier days with the following idea: earn pocket money on beaches with cheap relaxing massages to keep tripping on my bicycle till the ice mountains. i almost died being a dummy of the class one day. any finger that touches me in most places feels feels like a colossal tickling) and wash your hair. if you think i'm playing the delusional peter-pan with this game i happily apply to an architecture university to be someone societal-worth or go to my uncle to ask a role in the industry. i would even donate my lungs so you can breathe better but because of your money? i would rather marry a prostitute and make a living over an Only Fans couple account. just to be clear, no pun intended to Lin (if you ever read this), i discovered about you out of an Age of Mythology Twitch stream and not because the underworld you participate. i would do porn. why not. someone died on a cross while chatting about love some years ago. how funny to think love makes my delusion stronger. now if giovanna ever remotely tries to appear, i can just bring my white card on my single card deck and say: whatever babe. i'm up to try anything with you. actually i have another card which is: THE GREEN CARD: veganism is not extreme and no, i won't loose my standards on this... i can already predict fights over OUR CHILDREN NEEDS PROTEIN. SEE THE LIONS!!!! OR WHAT WE EAT THOUSANDS YEARS AGO!!!! i wonder if white people justified slavery to people wanting liberty of their workforce by citing history as a credible fact in a not distant past
love sucks. it doesn't happen to anyone. like. i wouldn't be this open to Quincy or even the vegan algae scientist. even if the latter give me chances of having a happy one on my subjective experience than something like a giovanna that thinks it's cool to post Instagram stories about fancy restaurants and fancy fish or meat rolling on plates. i feel so gross and gossiping. love sucks because none of this matters. my feelings are not begging a chance with her but maturity and respect if she decides to appear. i would kiss her while i cried on a first date the same way if that happened with a vegan or a holocaust supporter giovanna. love sucks because it doesn't happen to whoever i want. imagine falling in love for Lovisa or Ella or Alma or Katerine out of a simple Tinder swipe. of course it would happen. can you reason about my loneliness and their *angelical* FACE THAT ALSO HAS AN *angelical* BODY THAT ALSO LIKES HIKING? i'm uber late to bed time. dad cooked pasta with mushrooms today and i can't love them because they joked about HMMM. IMAGINE THROWING CHEESE HERE. while he cooked and i was his kitchen companion. motherfucker. finishes his tea and then go to sleep while he left me alone watching this old Italian movie about a jury finding evidence against a powerful person charged against the death of a prostitute. i guess if i was in Italy and found that girl i would fall in love in no second. i'm late to my sleep schedule because tomorrow we'll start early the kitchen wall and roof paint. dad also takes place on the animal holocaust and i had fun today (yesterday by now) sanding and painting the first layer while we heard a The Cure and then a David Bryne's album
love sucks because it shows there are some truths that shouldn't be a truth but they are. however i warned my parents once if we had a true self-sufficient vegan country i would quite them all. straight on their face and they laughed like i'm their every-growing kid. bunch of fuckers