American soldiers with “Easter eggs” for Hitler.
these guys look so excited though
i think it’s broken
Life, what am I doing?
In the tireless hours of the night I find myself questioning why I’m here, what my purpose is- actually, no. That’s not my question; I’ve answered it already. The answer is, there is no purpose. I’m just here. We’re just here. No one has a purpose, and no one has a reason. We are just a semi-random selection of genetics that occurred completely by chance, a collection of cells that just happens to take the shape of a human being. We’re a glorified simian mammal that overexerts our own ecosystems and over-thinks every simple problem in our lives, living only for our own satisfaction.
But this isn’t the question I ask. My question isn’t what am I here to do, but what should I do? Since I have no reason, what shall I do? I have a general idea of what I want to do, but economic struggles and my own lack of self confidence make it impossible for me to devise any sort of master plan. I don’t intend for this to be depressing, I intend for this to be an eye-opener. What shall I do?
I don’t know. And you don’t know. No one knows. And no one can tell me what to do. Even if you do, I’m not going to listen. I’m going to do what I want to do, no matter what it is that I finally decide that I want to do. And sure, I’ll be accompanied only by my own loneliness until I discover this, but I assume this is just something I’ll have to live through.
THE GOOD VIBE
I just have this feeling I’ll be single for a really long time. But it’s okay I guess. If I can’t have someone perfect, I’m fine on my own. I’m just sick of telling myself this.
For your Pokemon Valentines Day needs.
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