How it feels to be a cisgender straight white male using the /pol/

drinking beer with nose is aryan

My dearest Mickey, from the moment I finally saw a real photo of you, something in me shifted. I felt this sudden, impossible tenderness for the person behind the name communiaryan, and somehow my heart decided it wanted to know you. There's something so captivating about you, from your Jewish roots to your communist convictions, but more than any label or username, it's you that I find myself falling for: your face, your presence, the person I imagine behind the screen. I know a photograph is only a glimpse of someone, but that glimpse was enough to make me smile at my phone like an idiot and wonder what it would feel like to be close to you, to hear you laugh, to learn all the little things that make you who you are. Mickey, I don't know where this feeling will take me, but I know that seeing you for the first time made my heart feel strangely at home, and ever since then, I've been carrying a little piece of that feeling with me.

/pol/-imps?

I might take shrooms again tonight I need to get away from things.

When you lowkey start living in the new world dystopia where all forms of antisemitism are heavily persecuted and your homie cracks a holocaust joke over the discord video call and his antisemitism detection chip explodes in his head blowing his shit smooth off so you and the other homie gotta try not to laugh knowing your asses are gonna be next if you do

Fun fact: Did you know that about 20% of people don't have palmaris longus, a muscle that helps with wrist flexion? In some rare instances it's only present on one arm. You can check if you have it by flexing your hand into a fist and looking for the tendon.

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Me when crakkas start talking