Oh, jolly good, I am getting married! The sweetest of ceremonies will be put in place to celebrate the union of two souls: mine and Marianne's, my cousin. All for the noble goal of purity, love, and the inheritance of the purebred horse stables scattered across her evergreen estates.
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector
... You’re literally retarded. I have been here on and off for years building relationships with people. Meanwhile, you are just some Ni polr noob who got mistyped by Jack. I asked you one question and you sent me angry textwalls making assumptions about my thinking, and that is how our interactions started. You are the only one in the official typing thread who took my behavior seriously. I wish you and @Vex (who misguidedly defends you while not bothering to clue you in using her one extra IQ point above you) luck on here.