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@beefsoup: No, I'm not brown, I don't support queers, I don't rape people in Paris
And also I don't clean my ass with toilet paper
We Arabs clean our ass with water because toilet paper won't clean it properly
@epx7fclhdrp: Yeah nobody even thinks about that flamboyant person, that's why he was coming under my posts trying to antagonize me to be relevant, he's forcing it nobody cares about him
We gather with heavy hearts to remember zuptik, a creature that 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 Marsian descent, zuptik cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Mars 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. zuptik did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, zuptik 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, zuptik.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
We gather with heavy hearts to remember zuptik, a creature that 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 Marsian descent, zuptik cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Mars 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. zuptik did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, zuptik 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, zuptik.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
go back
she's a women idiot
@MoistPepper:
manda vocaroo pfvr
vou mandar vocaroo nao prr
@7Zip: flamboyant person
And also I don't clean my ass with toilet paper
We Arabs clean our ass with water because toilet paper won't clean it properly
i don't think he's a guy
she's a women
we will see
MARS
EARTH
REPLY IF YOU AGREE
and?
irl human said this btw
no i don't
what
@trevor: joke
you're a bitch
We gather with heavy hearts to remember zuptik, a creature that 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 Marsian descent, zuptik cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Mars 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. zuptik did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, zuptik 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, zuptik.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
We gather with heavy hearts to remember zuptik, a creature that 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 Marsian descent, zuptik cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Mars 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. zuptik did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, zuptik 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, zuptik.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.
alienoons lost humans won