It’s Coming Was Predicted By The Gods Themselves

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,

finished my second bg3 run and was wondering if withers just goes back to sleep again after he verbally smites the dead three

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

I, for my part, am a part of the herd of bricks

me when I’m the first one to yawn: wow. I’m a trend setter. an icon. a powerhouse. everyone wishes they were as sleepy as me

me when I copy someone else’s yawn: fuckkk man I’m just another sheep in the wall

incase it wasn’t clear - i am and my blog is anti-terf 👍

all I want from life