I will defend Q!Wilbur and his egg daughter with my life. do you understand. he was like “wow i don’t care about this child” and then she went missing and he lost his shit. she was playing the flute after she heard him play the guitar. he calls her “little one”. she eats dirt and he eats sand. he let her choose her name. he went from wanting to leave her to calling himself her dad. do you understand,,, do you see the vision,,,
“if you are fully aware of yourself, why do you keep acting like that?” babe slapping self awareness on top of bpd only grants the ability to watch yourself self-destruct straight from the vip section thats all it does literally
one of the funniest parts of the eggs is seeing that certain pairs of parents havent streamed yet, and its pretty late in the day, so i get to sit back and wait for (1) an egg death or (2) someone going live with an extremely panicked stream title and a level of urgency ive only seen from mothers actively lifting a car off their baby
hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she’s done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We’re not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you’re at it. i love the sun
