@shedinja @theorytoe @professionalbigot69 excuse me sir can you move your bigot body my bipoc wife can't see the movie
You will never be a real pregnant libbie enjoyer. You have no pen, you have no tablet, you have no twitsted lidibo. You are a furry in denial twisted by drugs and shitposts into a crude mockery of the internet's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
FOSS Developers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed FOSS developers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even pregnant libbie who “wholehearted enjoy it" look uncanny and unnatural to a FOSS developer. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk dev home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at your sickend scribble of a pregnant libbie.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an ordinary person is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is nothing out of the ordinary.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
cc @waifu
#fedipasta
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
FOSS Developers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed FOSS developers to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even pregnant libbie who “wholehearted enjoy it" look uncanny and unnatural to a FOSS developer. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk dev home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a look at your sickend scribble of a pregnant libbie.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know an ordinary person is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is nothing out of the ordinary.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
cc @waifu
#fedipasta