i hope a ceiling fan falls on the empty spot in the bed next to you and it starts understanding your needs
This was peak gaming UI
Reblog if you’re a transfem who is shy and you fear abandonment, even when you know that your friends are amazing and would never leave you.
Or if you like pizza.
queer people will have life altering conversations with you for pure love of the game
who up being #parasocial tonight
Bitches be like "I'm fine" then open tumblr (I'm bitches)
happy werewolf transgenderism wednesday
hold on guys lemme switch to my pc
[the canopy of my craft's cockpit opens with an outpour of steam, two assistants slowly lift me up onto my feet and hose me off]
[i stumble down the airstairs like an infant that has just learned to walk and am escorted to my barracks cell]
sorry that took a while are you guys still playing minecraft
idk i think its just kind of weird that- *giant invisible hand grabs me by the back of the neck like a kitten and starts lifting me away* god damn it not this again
i miss the times when me and my seven person friend group would just get together and inject poison into packets of sun chips and give them to our parasocial enemy rupert. and warm summer nights we’d walk around the streets after midnight. we’d walk for hours just chatting and giggling and maybe pop into a corner store and buy some redbulls. and we’d clink them together and take a sip and laugh and laugh. oh rupert. he was the only person we knew who liked sun chips. the world was ours back then. the whole city felt like a blanket fort. life was an inside joke. every moment felt like a note in a song. how i loved those people. i dont know if i ever let them know how much i loved them. our parasocial enemy rupert got hit by a car before the poison had finished its course. some people thought he jumped out there on purpose. i guess it doesn’t matter whether that’s true or not. one of my friends went back into the river. another went into a very tall building, one of those buildings you pass by every day but you don’t know what people do in there, and you’ve just accepted that you’ll never know what the inside looks like, much less the top floor. i guess she knows now, but i haven’t seen her since so i can’t ask her. one returned to the rats. one went to one of those secret blocks you only find when you go through a random alley, and i’m not the type to go into alleys. one went up the stairs in the back of a burger restaurant. one fell into a hole. i don’t know what happened to the last one. he texted me, “come meet me at noon, so i can say goodbye to you.” but i was at a matinee that day and didn’t see the message until the movie was over. i think he was in love with me.
returning to unhealthy internet usage patterns after a brief break to touch grass. we know how this is supposed to work at this point.(banner rendered with cbonsai and cool-retro-term, profile picture rendered wit helix and cool-retro-term)
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