#*mind me

[rw47vr-key]

Imagine: interviewing The Duskwood game developers or the actors/actress of the game after each episode like they do for series,movies

*Spoiler ahead if you haven't played Duskwood ep9!? And Spiderman nwh?👀* idk

Just an imagine! Please Don't come with torchlights and pitchforks at me!😂

But... do you understand where I'm getting at?🤠

Credit goes to the real owner of this video,I just edited it👻

[quaranmine]

hermitcraft makes you sob because of friendship and absolute trust and respect and love while dream smp makes you sob because of betrayal and broken relationships and destruction and trauma

[cenntaur-remaking]

me, abruptly, out of LITERALLY no where, suddenly feeling like i did semthing wrong

[drhue]

The embarrassment that comes with poor vision, sorry i take so long in line, sorry i have to look at this shelf twice as long as others

[shinkusame]

It’s called love sickness!

[faithlethalhane]

Weekend Sleep Schedule

Friday night is learning how to sleep with you again. It's bumping legs and constant shifting, waking up to numb fingers. It's sweat slicked legs and heat headaches laced with relief that you're even there but it echoes of shallow dreams. It stays a faded line between sleep and reality for every time you shift the real world surfaces long enough to breathe a reminder of you into my ear. Saturday night is sleeping like we never left. It's curling up and knowing you were never meant to fit anywhere else but in my arms. It's heavy satisfaction against hearts, chest to back and knees against backs of thighs, seamlessly and effortless. It feels like home. And safety. Dreams hit hard, falling deep, losing grasp of all reality because with you so close, so perfectly anchored to me I don't even worry about letting go. And when we wake it feels like a new existence has begun, even though we never even moved an inch. Sunday night is relearning how to sleep without you. It's lifeless pillow tucked against my stomach, arms sprawled awkwardly about, their purpose lost. It's tossing and turning without reassuring hair strokes, it's harsh light of computer screens propped up in bed, just a Skype call to mimic you sleeping beside me. It's full of fitful dreams, grasping hands with nothing to find. I miss you even when I'm not awake to remember.