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Dear Sarcasm,
I love you. You are the sole reason I can stand talking to people, pretty much ever. You let good situations get better and bad situations get worse as effortlessly as pressing a button. Properly wielded, sarcasm can cut, maim, and in the hands of a master, castrate.
You are the icing on my cupcake. The fairy wings on my inner queer. The cream that I do not actually take in my tea. I am your disciple. Your cousin, snark, is my dearest friend. If you so will it, I will continue to enrage, embarrass, deflect, and amuse to the end of my smart-ass days.
Yours forevs,
Z
idk, my bff crack?
I love you. You are the sole reason I can stand talking to people, pretty much ever. You let good situations get better and bad situations get worse as effortlessly as pressing a button. Properly wielded, sarcasm can cut, maim, and in the hands of a master, castrate.
You are the icing on my cupcake. The fairy wings on my inner queer. The cream that I do not actually take in my tea. I am your disciple. Your cousin, snark, is my dearest friend. If you so will it, I will continue to enrage, embarrass, deflect, and amuse to the end of my smart-ass days.
Yours forevs,
Z
idk, my bff crack?
