-

-

Classy.
As.
BALLS.
-
One thing that really irritates me is the interpretation of any form of fiction or even nonfiction involving sexual lenses. Specifically the interpretation of a character’s sexual orientation to be of what YOU want it to be, with no evidence to prove such. Which is odd because I like interpretations and critical analysis of anything really, but for some unknown reason sexual interpretations always anger me. I like the idea of Nick Carraway or Gene Forrester to be interpreted as being gay, because there is evidence to support that. But if you tell me that Gatsby is going after Daisy to get to Tom, or that Gene and Finny had lots of offscreen gaysex, then you’re just projecting, being an insufferable shithead, and I hate you.
-
Nigga better shut up
-

-

-
A MOTHERFUCKIN SILVER RUPEE?!!?!?!?! HOLY FUCK!




