Pic related is Anna Sofia, the biggest fashion model in Finland, but also a lawyer

Trying to explain things to w*men is silly. Just put babies in them and get back to your life

High iq post.

>ironically

there is no well-defined segregation between irony and honesty asides from the reader of text

>caring about trivial things

i can sympathize

>cursing things he had no control over

can sympathize but not a good idea

>he's covertly reprimanding women yet completely acting like one. In other words, he's a bitch

here we can find something known as "facts"

MODS

The emperor—it is said—sent to you, the one apart, the wretched subject, the tiny shadow that fled far, far from the imperial sun, precisely to you he sent a message from his deathbed. He bade the messenger kneel by his bed, and whispered the message in his ear. So greatly did he cherish it that he had him repeat it into his ear. With a nod of his head he confirmed the accuracy of the messenger’s words. And before the entire spectatorship of his death—all obstructing walls have been torn down and the great figures of the empire stand in a ring upon the broad, soaring exterior stairways—before all these he dispatched the messenger. The messenger set out at once; a strong, an indefatigable man; thrusting forward now this arm, now the other, he cleared a path though the crowd; every time he meets resistance he points to his breast, which bears the sign of the sun; and he moves forward easily, like no other. But the crowds are so vast; their dwellings know no bounds. If open country stretched before him, how he would fly, and indeed you might soon hear the magnificent knocking of his fists on your door. But instead, how uselessly he toils; he is still forcing his way through the chambers of the innermost palace; never will he overcome them; and were he to succeed at this, nothing would be gained: he would have to fight his way down the steps; and were he to succeed at this, nothing would be gained: he would have to cross the courtyard and, after the courtyard, the second enclosing outer palace, and again stairways and courtyards, and again a palace, and so on through thousands of years; and if he were to burst out at last through the outermost gate—but it can never, never happen—before him still lies the royal capital, the middle of the world, piled high in its sediment. Nobody reaches through here, least of all with a message from one who is dead. You, however, sit at your window and dream of the message when evening comes.

Anna, I am really not sure how I should say, the thing I wish to talk to you about.
You know of my manners, of how I always come home only just minutes before dinner, while my work is already finished sooner.
Of how we often laugh at the stupid little mistakes I make, especially when it comes to being friendly to the people closest to me.
You should know by now also that I love you very much, and I'm sure Niels also does.
The truth is, Anna, that I cannot endure this any longer, and that today will be the day that I say goodbye to the world.
For all the good I have been blessed with in my life, some things just make it impossible to tip the scales of balance in my life towards anything positive.
The sight, the smell, the smallest hint, even only one thought floating through the eternal void of my mind of your enormous, dry, unshaven, sensation-less and overused genitals makes me want to kill myself without failure each and every time.
Tonight will be the night, goodbye cruel world.

Why are the nordic countries so cucked?

mongol genes

She went to my school

t. oulunyymi

she went to the university of oulu

this article was written by a professor at the university of oulu.
mongolia-web.com/opinion/2084-are-the-finns-the-mongolians-of-europe/

How does it feel to be Mongol?

What's the point? As a woman she has her own share of experiences with suffering and injustices, probably more than most posters here. Even more so as a pretty person, since uggos and normalfags can't empathise with their problems.