I Am Completely And Utterly Heartbroken Over The Fact That In 2025, In A Country That Is Part Of The

Man, I'm having such a weirdly nostalgic time with Love and deepspace, not because anything in that game is nostalgic in specific but the way it CONSUMES my waking thoughts, the way I CANNOT stop reading fanfiction, and the pain of not being able to play the game itself due not having any device to run it on pains me. And THAT is nostalgic, the way Undertale and the FNAF games formed me during my younger years despite not being able to play them, the way the community fed me well, kept me interested, engaged, it really is a very fun part of the internet

those are my loves 🥺

Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink

happy valentine’s day from two snesbians 💗

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My life is so normal & Dope besides from the occasional falls from Grace

photosynthesizing with mama

theres this trend between my mutuals and mutual-in-laws like "x's 100 favorite films/artists -- how many have you watched/listened?" and everytime i come across one of these i'm reminded of how much of an i-dont-like-change-or-new-stuff bitch i am. i rly circle through the same 10 things that i love.

dear god i am an npc. i will never be special. sir middest of boringestshire.

I don't want Elon Musk to kill himself because that would get him some sympathy from liberals and "oh so you don't care about mentally ill people?" would become a common line. Ideally I'd like him to be assassinated Luigi-style, but again that runs the risk of him becoming a martyr. No, the best way for him to die is in a stupid accident of his own creation, which I'm frankly shocked hasn't happened yet. Y'know like Tesla malfunction, falls over the non-OSHA-certified guard rails in his own factory, SpaceX explosion, crushed to death trying to fuck one of his ugly robots, ect.

sometimes someone will casually mention using chatgpt or some other generative ai thing and I can actually feel the little

above my head

One thing I've been struggling with is accepting the fact that I am not my 16 y/o self anymore

It sounds silly, I know it does, but somehow I still find myself missing, yearning for the things I found interesting at 16, the things that brought me joy, that kept me going and find that they no longer serve that role

The music and the fandom surrounding it don't excite me anymore, the game I adored has been untouched for months with no future plans, the clothes I couldn't wait to get off the clothesline sit collecting dust at the bottom of a drawer

I listen to different music, found new games and thrifted new clothes but every time I open my playlist, every time look up my walls to see posters, every time I pull out that drawer, I'm reminded of different times and somehow get this bitter taste in my mouth

I want to be mad at the artist or the fandom, I want to be mad at the game developer or the brand that made the clothes, but I simply cannot

Yes, those things changed but that's not the problem, or rather, it's not that they changed, it's that I've changed

I've grown out of things and in times like this, in times of uncertainty, I just wish I could shrink back down

But I can't, so we must move on