Today I’m reminding myself that progress doesn’t have to be dramatic to be real.
Showing up, doing what I can, and choosing peace that’s enough for today.

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Today I’m reminding myself that progress doesn’t have to be dramatic to be real.
Showing up, doing what I can, and choosing peace that’s enough for today.
In a million lifetimes, I will never understand why people break others down for fun.
Nothing in the world could make me dislike Bruce Wayne. He could set all his sons on fire and put out the flames by spitting on them, throw Alfred in the trash and buy the Daily Planet, demolish it and build a Walmart in its place with the sole purpose of leaving Clark unemployed, and I would still find him iconic and the only dc character who matters and defend that he's actually too nice and should be meaner
Good night
i love when i read a beautiful hollanov fic and its based in a city the author obviously hates. like damn author, calling philadelphia "Filthydelphia" is NOT subtle 🤣
us (2025)
note: original poetry
note: visual art not mine
the whole concept of bbs in Death Stranding is honestly one of the most fascinating ideas i’ve seen in gaming in a long time because at first it sounds disturbing in this weird sci fi way but the more time you spend with them the more human it starts to feel
im only on episode 3: fragile and somehow i’ve already become insanely attached to my bb without even realizing it
like every time it starts crying after i fall or get dragged through chaos i immediately stop whatever i’m doing just to calm it down. i genuinely refuse to let this thing get auto toxemia ever. never. i take care of it so carefully like it’s actually mine which sounds ridiculous until you play the game yourself and suddenly you understand it too
and i think what makes it work so well is that the game slowly builds this connection without forcing it. you spend hours walking through empty landscapes completely isolated and bb is the only thing consistently there with you through all of it. the little movements, the tiny reactions, calming it by rocking the controller slowly after surviving something stressful. it stops feeling like equipment and starts feeling like companionship
which honestly makes the entire world of death stranding even sadder somehow because underneath all the insane lore and supernatural stuff there’s still this deeply human feeling of wanting connection and wanting to protect something fragile
kojima genuinely created something special with this game because i did not expect myself to care this much about a baby inside a pod six days ago