Without any possible irony or postirony, I really love Italians, italian culture and their films or series. (Only retards use a word “movie”)
Yes, I tried to learn Italian language in the university centuries ago, but in the end I have not a lot of words, right. However, I feel your independent spirit, which protects you from DEI or whatever. Much appreciated! As we are the third Rome, probably that’s why we love each other! (Lf Italian mademoiselle)

My eyesight like I saw a ghost! And it’s true!
Can you please tell me what the bloody eye colour do I have? Every time it’s different!

Please, please
Please lift a hand
I’m only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way


This. I’m actually repeating his fate. 🫨

I would like to check all the photos, where I was accidentally captured by strangers, while they were taking photos of their friends or landmarks.

I’ve asked Grok, why postirony isn’t popular in English-speaking communities. I thought of some other reasons, but the answer was like “it requires too deep intellectual joke understanding, while direct jokes are more popular there”.
So my next thought was like “probably there is no sense to practice postirony anymore, as nobody understands”. But then I realised, it’s actually a gold mine, as I can farm genuine reactions on retarded posts. PagMan

1st of July had 200 years+ cold record anomaly (+12,6), now it’s hеll on the earth (+35).

And once again, I was walking and dying from the heat the same street today, while in winter I had a big beard which got white frozen to the ice.
We have all the possible climates. 🥸

Today, I watched a science film about how scientists were trying to understand such a fantastic phenomenon as "time travel." Einstein's groundbreaking theories were also mentioned. I love learning new information and expanding my horizons, and I do it every day.
However, as I was smoking outside the window, I found myself wondering, "What's the point?" Let's say I want to engage in a dialogue about the future. But what's the point? Do I want people to be more interested in me than in others? But what's the point? Do I want to impress women? But what's the point?
Why do all this, if in the end we come to the same end - a wooden box in the ground? The only logical explanation for this is to kill time with interest. That is, this is a negative desire for life, because if we did not spend time with interest, time would go more slowly, and then we would feel how it presses on us. Thus, it turns out that life is a torment, and all our activities, which are so fascinating, distract us from the normal flow of time, creating the illusion that it goes faster. It turns out that "really living" means sitting still and doing nothing all day, and not sleeping at all. But try living like this for a week, and you'll find it's the worst punishment imaginable. That's why we create interests, goals, activities, jobs, travel, and more to distract ourselves from real life. It's a way to kill time as quickly as possible. Perhaps this means that we are trying to end our lives as soon as possible, which means that we are trying to die.

I would like to congratulate my American friends with their main holiday! 🇷🇺🤝🇺🇸 4th of July!
Fun fact: in 1812 The Fort Ross was founded (The Russian empire fort) in California which used to be the part of Spain, before it was the part of Mexico, before it became the part of the USA.
Also! 1812 is the year when Russian Empire defeated Napoleon.
1812 is also the composition of Tchaikovsky, which Americans use for their 4th of July.
So we, Russian people, going to sing all together with Americans, when 1812 composition is going to be played in Washington, and when the end of composition is played, there will be played the part of our previous anthem - “god save the tsar”. I respect our American friends glorifying our Russian Empire! ⬛️🟨⬜️

My face when I had to go to the gym, instead of drinking beer 😕

It's so interesting that you walk the same road every day on your way home. You grow up, get older, and the house is painted, repaired, and the road is repaved from time to time. But you continue to walk with the same feet, the same path, opening the front door and touching the doorknob with your hands. Then, one day, you will be gone, and even though you have walked the same path thousands and millions of times, leaving footprints and handprints, they will not be preserved, as if you never existed. And next generation will never know about you, your habits, your thoughts while you were walking the same road every day on your way home, when it used to be your home.