Ropo has it pretty bad too, apparently. Shucks. Now, because Rapey Ropo is a brilliant artist, his suffering matters. While you guys have naturally been busy stampeding to the post office with care packages to Zurich, I’ve been trawling the web for something to cheer him up with. I think I have found it:
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Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins
I admire Chekhov, and not just for his writing, and not just because he was startlingly hot either. To paraphrase Ivan Bunin, Chekhov was not a little bitch. Even when he knew he was dying from TB, he didn’t whine hysterically from the pages of Russian literary journals. He didn’t ask his readers for hugs.Continue reading “Depression: at the Black Gate with Anton Chekhov and Leroy Jenkins”
“You’re lucky he even DIRECTED for you BASTARDS”
Am I a prophet or what? Well, half a prophet, anyway.
Look at this fucking hipster… oh… wait…
Look at my fucking little brother: Incidentally, that thing in the background? That is a bear-in-Santa-hat clock. It belonged to me when I was 9. And never ceased to amuse the person featured in this picture: Of course, I should in turn make fun of Solomia for wearing a bunch of leaves and stuff onContinue reading “Look at this fucking hipster… oh… wait…”
Natalia A. 