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Here’s some dream logic inspirational bullshit for you:
No matter where you go, no matter what you become, you will still always be yourself.
Fundamentally untrue. You can be whoever you become.
Yes, but you're still you, no matter who that ends up being.
@caissymax
this is why they beat the swords with big hammers
Here’s some dream logic inspirational bullshit for you:
No matter where you go, no matter what you become, you will still always be yourself.
Heed her words: it took me far too long to accept that I'm the only me I'll ever be.
*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,
@wolfxinside Your sudden arrival almost gave me paws for concern. But since I’m fairly certain we’ve been duly acquainted already, I trust this won’t be such a hairy ordeal.
It’s taken me a full twelve hours of sleep to get over the awfulness of these puns.
I trust that a good night's sleep might temper your...temper?
Just counted my teeth, none of them have disappeared yet :)
that could change
@wolfxinside Your sudden arrival almost gave me paws for concern. But since I'm fairly certain we've been duly acquainted already, I trust this won't be such a hairy ordeal.
The Evening News, Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, December 6, 1923
The Bridgeport Telegram, Connecticut, September 13, 1954
Washington Telegraph, Arkansas, November 10, 1911
You: what’s your secret to everlasting life?!
Me, 40 years in the future, looking not a day over 30, sipping a bubbly pink concoction out of a thin tall wine glass while wearing satin red robe while my 4 ft boa constrictor balances on my shoulders: I don’t take things strangers say on the internet personally. And I’m also a witch.
(Holiday jewelry commercial) “…it is a gift she will wear forever!”
(Me, hissing) “Gifting cursed items to unsuspected loved ones is a betrayal that will end your relationship! Shame! Your abuse of magic will cause your fall!”
Y-yeah… unsuspecting loved ones… no one would suspect that they were being given a gift that they couldn’t take off…
Friend! I detect anxiety. A ramble!
The open and consensual gifting and the wearing of cursed jewelry that cannot be removed I am 100% behind. The practical implications are limitless, some fast examples:
You marry a mermaid and she gifts you a ring of water breathing because you both plan on remaining in the sea forever.
Your platonic partner in crime is a ghost and so you offer them a necklace of semi-corporality, ensuring they can affect physical materials at their will
Pledging loyalty to your queen, you offer a diadem of moonlight that will ensure she has constant access to the lunar energies.
It is the responsibility of the gift giver to openly and completely announce the nature of the magical artifact and, to the original post’s comments, without such honesty, one is playing dangerously with terrible forces that will crush them in the end.
Secondly! The collusionist selling of such items violates the basic principles of selling magical items.
Bad business, bad gift giving, bad friendship-or-more. Permanence in trickery is simply bad news all around.
It’s like being in an alternate reality seeing the real picture in this post lmao
It’s hardly less silly than any of the things that it’s been replaced with though, which makes it even harder to digest.
my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”
Evansville Press, Indiana, July 31, 1909
