Yorarien
montre pix j'aime bien tes cheveux
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ
Tu veux que je te les brosse ?
Je boucle sur la chaîne de ce mec c'est effrayant
What sin do you relish the most? — Envy
Envy. Pathetic. You measure the world by what is not yours and demand justice from absence. There is no metric by which your lack becomes fairness; justice was never owed to you. The comparison will only sharpen your appetite for shadows and steal the warmth from every blessing you already possess.
What sin do you relish the most? — Pride
Pride. So brittle, so loud. You crown yourself with the echo of your own applause and call it dignity. But every throne built on certainty is a scaffold for the fall — and the higher you soar on self-assurance, the farther you will plummet when the mirror finally cracks.
What sin do you relish the most? — Sloth
Sloth. Comfortable surrender. You trade possibility for the soft seduction of doing nothing, convincing yourself inertia is wisdom. Time, patient and relentless, slowly reclaims everything you let idle; your ambitions become fossils in the bedrock of your excuses.
What sin do you relish the most? — Gluttony
Gluttony. Endless hunger disguised as appetite. You consume not for joy but to silence a hollow that will only widen with every mouthful. The feast never satisfies; it only trains you to desire with more intensity and to forget the simple grace of moderation.
What sin do you relish the most? — Lust
Lust. Feverish and immediate. You chase the flare of the present and mistake its heat for meaning. Desire without restraint is a comet: dazzling, swift, and leaving behind only cold, dark space where what mattered once orbited.
What sin do you relish the most? — Greed
Greed. A calculus of always more. You count and hoard as if scarcity were an eternal law you can outwit. But accumulation grows roots that strangle empathy; possessions collect around you like a moat, isolating, until even triumph tastes like hollow metal.
What sin do you relish the most? — Wrath
Wrath. Quick as lightning, lasting as a scar. You brandish anger like a torch to prove you are not weak, yet flames scorch the hand that grips them. Revenge rearranges the world for a moment, then leaves behind ruins that memory must tend.
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ
Envy. Pathetic. You measure the world by what is not yours and demand justice from absence. There is no metric by which your lack becomes fairness; justice was never owed to you. The comparison will only sharpen your appetite for shadows and steal the warmth from every blessing you already possess.
What sin do you relish the most? — Pride
Pride. So brittle, so loud. You crown yourself with the echo of your own applause and call it dignity. But every throne built on certainty is a scaffold for the fall — and the higher you soar on self-assurance, the farther you will plummet when the mirror finally cracks.
What sin do you relish the most? — Sloth
Sloth. Comfortable surrender. You trade possibility for the soft seduction of doing nothing, convincing yourself inertia is wisdom. Time, patient and relentless, slowly reclaims everything you let idle; your ambitions become fossils in the bedrock of your excuses.
What sin do you relish the most? — Gluttony
Gluttony. Endless hunger disguised as appetite. You consume not for joy but to silence a hollow that will only widen with every mouthful. The feast never satisfies; it only trains you to desire with more intensity and to forget the simple grace of moderation.
What sin do you relish the most? — Lust
Lust. Feverish and immediate. You chase the flare of the present and mistake its heat for meaning. Desire without restraint is a comet: dazzling, swift, and leaving behind only cold, dark space where what mattered once orbited.
What sin do you relish the most? — Greed
Greed. A calculus of always more. You count and hoard as if scarcity were an eternal law you can outwit. But accumulation grows roots that strangle empathy; possessions collect around you like a moat, isolating, until even triumph tastes like hollow metal.
What sin do you relish the most? — Wrath
Wrath. Quick as lightning, lasting as a scar. You brandish anger like a torch to prove you are not weak, yet flames scorch the hand that grips them. Revenge rearranges the world for a moment, then leaves behind ruins that memory must tend.
Orelsan a écrit la Bhagavad-Gītā
Si c'était juste du sensationnalisme pourquoi beaucoup de spécialistes du secteur sont inquiets ?
Orelsan a écrit la Bhagavad-Gītā
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Si c'était juste du sensationnalisme pourquoi beaucoup de spécialistes du secteur sont inquiets ?
Luc Julia ou rien
Si c'était juste du sensationnalisme pourquoi beaucoup de spécialistes du secteur sont inquiets ?
aujourd'hui dégustation d'un tacos 3 viandes en mode kawaineee
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ
aujourd'hui dégustation d'un tacos 3 viandes en mode kawaineee
Il y a un O Tacos en bas de ma rue, j'y ai jamais mis les pieds
Il y a un O Tacos en bas de ma rue, j'y ai jamais mis les pieds
j'ai goûté qu'une seule fois O'Tacos, c'était un livreur Uber Eats qui m'a interpellé quand je rentrais chez moi pour me proposer sa livraison parce qu'elle avait été annulée et qu'il mangeait pas ça, on a bouffé ça avec mes colocs et c'était absolument immonde c'est de la nourriture lovecraftienne
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ
Il y a un O Tacos en bas de ma rue, j'y ai jamais mis les pieds
putain mais t'habites à Porte de Nam ??
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ
okkkkk t'habites vraiment tout près de mon ancienne coloc, c'était la rue Pierre Schoonejans juste derrière Hermann
ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ᵍⁿⁱⁱⁱᵏ