Let’s take back "he’s literally me" from memers.
The new Michel Houellebecq is darker, but less snarky than his other novels. Maybe you didn’t think it was possible, but it is.
It almost worked, but it ended up trying to appeal to too many audiences.
A searing, unforgettable novel about the inescapable loneliness of the modern condition.
It was the world thing I was ever told and the very best day of my life. I just didn’t know it yet.
A lot of internet metal experts are going to shit razors watching this, but it’s a kind, original and harmless movie about the devil’s music.
You don’t need to be a skateboarder to understand why skateboarding is beautiful.
