I find it difficult to refute accusations of fatalism, and frankly, nothing good can come of this
I'm hilariously busy today, and nobody else is, and my boss keeps gleefully distracting me, and it's unfortunately very, very fucking funny.
We need a new kind of bone-hurting juice now more than ever
This smidgen of text has pushed me just a hair breadth closer to Jokerfication. I'm going to go stand outside in the sunlight to reverse the effects.
After like five years of silence and almost ten years since we last hung out irl, someone snapped me a selfie captioned "just bleached my asshole" and that's community to me.
I don't have innocent crushes. There is nothing innocent about me. I am full of the violence of desire and want.
Having a meeting with my needs and we're all gonna talk about you.
Yearning to become a more perfect and simple creature that fully knows its own mind and the world it inhabits.
Frodo: That man in the corner, who is he? Bartender: He's one a them rangers, dangerous folk I hear. At home in the wilds. Dual wield without attack penalties. They can cast priest spells. Sometimes they have animal companions, but that depends on which edition yer playin.