honestly at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if Harold fucking Holt himself walked out of the ocean and into parliament and announced himself prime minister
the simplest summary I can give to everyone confused about Australia’s political climate right now is that our leading parties have been playing Wheel of Fortune with who gets to run the country since 2010
Oh boy if you’re mad about the US separating children from their parents, putting people in camps, and having a zero tolerance policy towards asylum seekers that has led to deliberate extensive cruelty as a futile deterrent wait until you hear about Australia.
Forget Valjean being buried alive, forget Marius banging his head agains a tree for two hours, forget everything because the absolute highlight of the brick is when Victor Hugo says that lizards are pocket crocodiles
I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity
it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”
you’ll never be free
someone, being normal: it’s time
my goblin brain:
anytime i lose my hairbrush…..yall already know whats going down
me: walking anywhere
in the depths of my hell mind, in a French accent: KEEP WALKING! butyouwon’tknockdownourwall keep walking! BUT IT ISN’T GONNA FALL!
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