FUCK nintendo (opens my wallet) i CANNOT believe they’re selling this shit (pulls out $150) an entirely new fucking console that’s exactly like the old one (gives money to cashier) all it is is a new fucking button the 3ds doesnt have (goes home with my new 3ds ll) this is fucking bullshit god damn it (buys and plays all the games that come out for it) fuck nintendo
did i ever tell you guys the story of when i did a qualifier and in one of the rounds i looked at my opening hand and it was five chandras and two mountains and thats when i learned you should not make a deck 10 minutes before the tournament starts
I’ve kept a really embarrassing hand before where my opponent played a card to look at my hand and I conceded because I was too ashamed.
I won’t become a doctor.
One day you will be sick."
Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl
This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).