dying words to Man who shot me: I will come back. I will come back and I will bathe in your blood
dying words to Woman who shot me: Thank you ma’am god bless
technically rent falls in recessions, but not enough to be comforting, lagging behind income cuts. also, individual landlords love to say “we’re all struggling” and proceed to raise rent anyways
unreal that romans got to experience their civilization’s death rattle in the blissful era before the printing press when nobody could mass produce opinion pieces about what this could mean for the midterms
my survival strategy when i lived in scotland was haggis burritos five times a week from the only mexican place in town. it was stockholm syndrome, but it did somehow morph into baffling affection