When i was a kid and I played Ocarina of Time for the first time, I spent the whole game annoyed as hell at Navi, only to cry like a bitch when she left me at the end.
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When i was a kid and I played Ocarina of Time for the first time, I spent the whole game annoyed as hell at Navi, only to cry like a bitch when she left me at the end.
Every time I type without looking at my hands, my brain has to remind my that I only learned how to do that by playing a fan made deviantart simulator game where you got to throw holy water on a possessed Castiel from Supernatural and my bro had to tell me it was gooner bait I just never noticed because I thought the game was fun but the holy water looked like man mayo and I never realized but i kept playing it because it was still fun and now my brain just like tortures me about it sometimes like I'm some sort of Cas obsessed gooner bro i swear, i just like typing games because Mavis Beacon or whatever it was was an integral part of my learning experience.
My almost 2 year old neice said "bye bye barko" and then tried tonfeed him a grape.
My friend is judging me because my comfort shoelw is Yamishibai :(
As your local beatbizzle, ima drink 500 of those "Beatbox" alcohol thingies. Brb.
Does everyone just get fundamentally misunderstood by the loved ones that are supposed to understand you? Or is that just a me experience.
I'm in therapy for not being able to feel eny emotion, most of all anger, but let me tell you. Acts of compassion make me cry like a bitch and I cannot understand why. Please someone explain because i have no grasp on emotions that aren't directly linked to my cat.
One time my stupid brain short circuited and mixed up "boys will be boys" and "bros before hoes" and I said "Bros will be hoes" with such confidence, my intro psych teacher had to look it up in a book of idioms he had.
It's one of those moments that keeps me up at night.