approve please

gembo

SNCA let it go bro

India's greatest warriors

"let the girl alone" is slopjakked becouse antiswarthy supports rape btw doe

^ ukrARYAN

@Chud: It's because that sentence had ESL grammar.

This nigga left a year ago and you're still tag vandalizing posts with his artist: tag and spamming tosses about him we know he's a degen blud

@Chud: marge is this about huwabag

@Chud: probably

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Antiswarthy that you?

korg on screen (0:36-0:45)

Gem, what a weird fag

Trying to hard to be MANDO :wilted_rose:

Can someone link the video where a nigger eats coal

@Colorlesspy:self-hate

@Colorlesspy: hey you can shut up nigegr

Antiswarthy's art

@Colorlesspy: a turk aryan said that

Please I need the video link, the nigger eating coal one plz

stfu nigegr

Why can't I load this shit past the first 6 seconds

@Chud:
>>stfu nigegr

@Colorlesspy: shut up tom schwartz

@Colorlesspy: the TVRKARYAN is the one saying it doe

@Colorlesspy: Such inspiring last words from a tvrkARYAN

@supadrayk: shut up dhu shantair

@Chud: @isaacAR8: the arrow wasn't pointing at the said tvrkaryan albeit

I would've said this is snca over a long dead african drawsubhuman gooner but this is tapping into a gold mine of touched gems

Soytan gooners need to be rounded up and executed. Meanwhile everyone else should become a wholesome soytan loving enthusiast! Soytan is ONLY bvilt for hugs, cuddles, kisses, love, and appreciation!

@B_B_GHAST: I kind of agree but the last part sounds corny ahh hell

@B_B_GHAST:
>Soytan gooners need to be rounded up and executed
starting with antiswarthy, the biggest soytan gooner of them all

@B_B_GHAST: YOUR a soytan gooner though

@B_B_GHAST: pot calling the kettle black ahh nigga

I finally have a profile picture

@antiswarthy: yeah, a portrait of you

In Loving Memory of Junibooru

We gather with heavy hearts to remember Junibooru-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Junibooru cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Junibooru did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Junibooru died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Junibooru.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

@Chud: How did you know tat whs mi

@antiswarthy: my apologies
chud21 hacked into my account

@antiswarthy: i did, i figured out that your password was "ilikegooningto'p", weird choice for a password antiswarthy

In Loving Memory of Antiswarthy
We gather with heavy hearts to remember Antiswarthy-a man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Antiswarthy cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Antiswarthy did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Antiswarthy died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.

Rest peacefully, Antiswarthy.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

@Chud: Redditor lost

@Chud:
>Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaar, saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar ises owning der swarthy right now saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar

Made me geg award

@Chud: ^ rapes children