/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>>4876110
>No, that's just you being a petty, vindictive bag of dicks. You're really not any less of a piece of shit than the hypothetical shallow cunt that ghosted you because they enlarged their e-penis by a few millimeters. Going all Count of Monte Cristo because of something like that is pathetic and a waste of time. Call-out posts won't do shit unless you have a big internet dick of your own to swing around anyways.
>If you felt so strongly about it, tell them they're a piece of shit yourself and then just drop their ass completely and leave it at that.
I’m a completely different person and my views on cancel culture tend to be negative. However. I completely disagree with you here. Pettiness is not a sin, it’s a goddamn VIRTUE. There’s too many shitty people in this shitty world that get away with things that they shouldn’t, screwing over innocent people and profiting. It’s a fucking crime that more people don’t stand up to them and put them in their place, so if you wanna keep sucking their cocks for a chance at their sloppy seconds, you do that, but I’ll damn well make sure that I don’t settle for anything less than justice.

>>4864672
Oh for fucks sake, I can’t be bothered to deal with every accusation that gets thrown my way, but if fucking your mother and your lady friends makes me a furry, then so be it
>>4864683
>both me
I have many supporters besides you, I’m not deterred so easily
> you are nothing
Emphatically not true as evidenced by all the hearts I’ve broken
> just another autist among the endlesss sea of Begs, you are NGMI
I don’t agree, on the grounds that I’m someone who ‘knows’ his true ‘worth’, and I’ve also always been a ‘gifted’ child if you believe in talent
>your work lacks passion, conviction and soul
My entire personality is built around these traits, I don’t believe you for a second
> You are just another worthless nigger who's lack of talent will feed you enough progress throughout the years to keep trying to succeed but not enough skill to ever actually make it.
When I finally stand at the top of the mountain, with my hands bloodied from climbing the steep, jagged rocks and my body all but frozen from the bitter colds of the unforgiving world, and I feel the soft rays of sunlight kiss my face and make me feel warm inside, as if I’m being hugged by God himself, I’ll forget about negative little people like (You).
Make sure to read my memoir, I plan on writing more this week