Some Of My Favorite Songs From Gaming

what a miserable existence metal sonic must have.

you are better. by default, you are better. you beat him over and over again. he KNOWS that you beat him. in a straight fight, in a 1v1, you will win every time. but of course, this implies that it will be a 1v1. this implies that he won't cheat.

you build yourself up. you harness the power of everyone and everything, every last scrap of knowledge and power you can accrue, you try so hard and you tear yourself apart to become something new. this is not magic. this is not chaos. this is YOU. this is your intellect, this is your design. everything that is happening right now is because you stood up and said that it's happening now. because you give a damn, because you fight as hard as you can every day even when all you want to do is prove to somebody, anybody, that you are REAL and that NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT FROM YOU--

and he wins. he wins because the universe says so. he doesn't deserve to win. he's lazy, and arrogant, and he thinks everything will just work out. you spend days-weeks-months-years trying to figure it out-- and then you see the footage. the most damning thing of all.

the chaos emeralds that he used to destroy you, to cast you down from heaven's gate-- he didn't even collect them all himself. he didn't even get half. he got one out of seven.

one.

he couldn't even be BOTHERED to collect the emeralds himself. the victory he lords over you, the body he stole from you, the identity he stomped on and destroyed-- he couldn't be bothered. the world you were going to make was stolen away by sheer happenstance, because other people did his work for him. because he couldn't be fucking bothered to try.

and they call YOU the monster.

the fucking audacity of it all.

99% of "mysterious disappearances" esp of people in their 20s who start acting weird for 48 hours and then vanish are not mysterious, thats just when a lot of reality-obliterating mental illness tends to kick in and it's pretty easy to get a short circuit in your brain that makes you go family guy death pose in joshua tree national park. it's not any less tragic, it's just a documented phenomenon and not particularly predictable. its a big reason the medical advice is for people with a family history of schizophrenia to completely avoid weed and psychedelics. "people just go crazy sometimes" is a principle of human health that used to be a lot more accepted prior to the american midcentury and to a certain extent thats a healthier way to conceptualize and prepare for the risk, as opposed to the modern assertion that anyone acting weird is dangerous and broken forever.

I wonder why

My dash is feeling a bit stale and i would like to make some witchy mutuals so please like and repost this if you are

-kitchen witch

-hearth witch

-cottage witch

-floral witch

-garden witch

-love witch

-sea witch

-water witch

-moon witch

-cosmic witch

-stellar witch

-glamour witch

-beauty witch

-pop culture witch

-venusian witch

-aphrodite witch/devotee

-seasonal witch

-spirit witch

-faerie witch

- hellenistic witch

DNI TERFS SWERFS RADFEM TRANSMED TRUSCUM TRUMP SUPPORTERS PORN NSFW KINK NAZI ALT-RIGHT WHITE SUPREMACIST HOMOPHOBIC RACIST CGL (RE) DDLG YANDERE NYMPHET FAUNLET ABDL

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

My thoughts will follow you into your NINTENDO 64.

I forgot to post sowwy

Heres a compilation of neo shit idk

there was a twitter trend for this right .

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