Random sprinkles of bigotry in every conversation with my parents and this is genuinely how it feels:
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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if i look back, i am lost
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Random sprinkles of bigotry in every conversation with my parents and this is genuinely how it feels:
🌸🐱🌷☺️🌈⚡☠️🔪🐦🌈💐🐶🌻💣🔥☠️☀️☺️
Does anyone know that tadpole dialogue in BauldersGate3 where it's like 'You reach into a gnawing absence at the center of your mind' or whatever the fuck? That's how I feel when people give me directions.
There should be a Big Monster™️ I can kill instead of incrementally working on myself. Horror movie protagonists have it easy.
Have you ever been found in a rubber room perchance?
A rubber room with rats? Lol
OneDrive is the the dark crack between your bed and the wall. Stop yeeting my files into the abyss Microsoft! (ᗒᗩᗕ)
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.