A man dies. He has a name, a family, a story. A human life has ended. This is tangible. We all grasp the magnitude of what has been lost, and we are compelled to mourn. But when hundreds die or thousands or millions, death becomes an abstraction, and we just shrug it off. #vss365

*starts a war in violation of domestic and international law* "Aw heck, that's just Trump being Trump! What a scamp!"

"So, what was your high school nickname?" "I'd rather not say." "Come on! It can't be more embarrassing than mine." "Everyone called me Oddball." "Why? You're the least odd guy I know." "I was showering after gym one day and Eddie Klein noticed my third testicle." #vss365

Best part of the Snyder Cut is the last half hour full of dumb setups for a lousy sequel that will never get made and that Snyder bros will be obsessing over for the rest of their lives.

Instead of a C, they ought to spell ICE with an SS, because that's what they fucking are.

The ugly truth is unmissable The bleakest future unskippable All hope has become impossible This world ending seems unstoppable Our dismal fate inescapable Still my will remains unbreakable #vss365

I noticed Ben Wang in the new HUNGER GAMES trailer, and I was like, "Poor guy. This keeps happening to him."

Here I am, ma'am, the manliest man that ever could be Perfect complement to your flawless femininity So come here, get next to me, and side by side we shall see This awestruck world greet its new king and queen on bended knee #vss365

I watched the MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE trailer, and wow, it sure does capture the soulless aesthetic of an AI video that shows you what some cartoon would look like in live action.

"Do you believe there's a Heaven?" "I know there is." "What is it like?" "Like spending Sunday in bed with my lady love, sharing a bottle of rosé and a plate of white chocolate brownies drizzled with raspberry sauce while Florence + the Machine plays on the stereo." #vss365

"I STAND WITH ICE" You do? Good. I would hate for ICE to get lonely in Hell.

Oft have I discovered that a friend so familiar from daylight hours has become a stranger when encountered beneath the shadow of night, their sunny dispositions vanished and darker proclivities revealed. No one can be truly known until you find them where they go to hide. #vss365

At this very moment, for some poor soul, all the light and all the color in the world is being swallowed by eternal black. Billions of such worlds, and one goes dark every half second. We are Galaxia Humana, and each of us, ever so briefly, shines within this starscape. #vss365

Behold a thing that will never die Because it has never been alive Injury and pain just make it thrive On its endless downward spiral dive #vss365

As irritating as the discourse over Helen of Troy is, just like Snow White before her, it's still kind of funny that these racist losers keep trying to convince everyone that world-class beauties like Lupita Nyong'o and Rachel Zegler are actually too ugly to cast.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present." "The Ghost of Christmas Presents? Presents can die?" "Not presents. Present!" "I can see you're present." "Present as in RIGHT NOW!" "Yeah, right now you're present. No need stating the obvious." "Oh bugger this! Enjoy Hell." #vss365

Forgive me but I must wound you Though I would never wish you harm Merely a minor injury To keep you safe here in my arms Ever and always on the mend Reliant on my healing touch Let us convalesce together Your love doctor needs you so much #vss365

Queen Coralie is a beauty of unsurpassed brilliance and benevolence, the glorious rose of humanity, and I but a humble thorn, my life's duty and purpose to draw blood should any dare raise a finger against Her. Her will is mine, and my devotion is crimson and unrelenting. #vss365

Every morning Rachel arose hungry and every night collapsed starving. In the hours between, the guards worked her harder than a beast of burden. Her skin sagged looser on her bones with each withering day. That she yet lived was either a miracle or the cruelest of curses. #vss365

A grain of sand drops through the neck of an hourglass. You cannot see or touch it, but you know that hourglass is there. You feel it running Inexorably down. Another grain of sand slips away as this moment passes you by, gone to the desert of lost time that is your life. #vss365