Hate All The Phrases That Are Sex-coded Fr. The Other Day I Was Telling A Friend “I Just Want More

Can't sleep again

There’s something in my brain. Be it a worm, a parasite, nobody knows. It’s fairly quiet during the day, yet when the sun sets, it begins its activities. It activates my hippocampus and amygdala against my wishes. And worse, it constantly flexes and unflexes the muscles in my leg, causing my heart rate to constantly stay up just enough to prevent sleep. I cannot believe I have to live with this… thing, but unless I consume pills, I’m stuck with it. Thankfully, writing seems to get it going long enough to quiet it down, but I’m no writing wizard. One can only write so much before running out of ideas. Fortunately, it seems to have mostly halted its nightly activities, but I assure you I must fight this unending war until the day of my demise.

I love how many manhwas/manhuas are set in like, 2023, 2022, 2021. Like I also want to die a tragic death in the front lines against monsters fighting for the whole world while the friends I made along the way cry over my dead body. Like I know I died, but I died for mankind and I have people who cherished me along the way because every person helped free us from this horrible reality.

I can't wait 3 or 4 more weeks for the r6s operators man :(

Picking up One Piece from where I left it thanks to the people over at One Pace, ITS SO PEAK OMG

If anyone's wondering, Arlong Arc

Also, Eminence in Shadow season 2 review soon. Finished the anime a while ago, just haven't written the review (lazy lmao)

HELP i counldnt sleep at ALL last night and im STILL not tired what the FUCK do i DO AAAAHHH

i wasnt even on my computer AT ALL and STILL couldnt sleep

6 HOURS of LYING IN BED and just NOT SLEEPING FUUUUU-

He truly is atomic, holy crap.

Customer: "So you're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?" Waiter: "Yes Customer:"...compliments to the shref."

...fine. I'll write, inspiration man.

You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.

Here's something I wrote, I guess.

(huge TW for themes of self doubt and general depression themes)

A man is trapped in his own mind. There are figures all around him. ‘Oh, it’s him.’ The figures seem to recognize the man. ‘I don’t like that guy’, ‘What is HE doing here?’, ‘Uninvited guest, much?’ The worst has yet to happen, yet the man is already covering his ears. He’s been through this before, a million times just about every day. ‘Everyone! The LOSER has arrived!’ They all start laughing. ‘He’s so fat!’, ‘He’s ugly!’, ‘He stinks like a garbage bin!’ The man is still knelt, desperately covering his ears to block them out, but it is futile. Their voices go directly into his brain, seeping into every crack and crevice. ‘This guy’s personality is just as stinky as his body!’ All the voices merge together, yet are all audible separately. DISAPPOINTING. This word is heard throughout the space. All the voices stop, making way for this one powerful one. I’M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE. Tears start flowing down the man’s cheeks, and dripping down into the endless unknown. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE? WHAT’S YOUR PLAN? The man, angered, stands up and yells. “I’M GONNA GET A JOB, GET A GIRL, AND LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE! AND I CAN’T DO THAT WITH YOU HERE! SO JUST… leave me alone…” He falls back to his knees. This statement is followed by silence. THAT’S IT? DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SKILLS WHATSOEVER, YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH THE HOUSING MARKET,  AND A GIRL??? A GIRL??? There’s a moment of silence befor- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A GIRL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I’ll ANSWER FOR YOU! NOTHING. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. YOU’LL HAVE TO GET THERE OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY. The man then vanishes, finally free of his own mind. NOTHING! YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! JUST GIVE UP! The man is still not free of the voices. He knows not when they’ll leave, nor if they even will. But even still, he holds out hope.

istg if i see ONE more FUCKING POLITICAL AD ACCOUNT on my for you i will LOSE IT