Trying to identify someone's time zone by the hours that they're active on Tumblr is commiting the logical fallacy of assuming that anyone on here has a regular sleep schedule
my dealer: got some straight gas. this strain is called “daylight savings time” youll be zonked out of your gourd
Me: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.
1 hour and 5 minutes later: dude I swear it’s only been 5 minutes
my friend the oven, pacing: the smart devices are lying to us
Are You A Gamer.
This is what the "Gamer Police" would ask me in a twisted YA Dystopian novel where video games are outlawed and I, Atarii Nindo, am a shy yet clumsy teenage girl who harbors a shameful secret (I have a birthmark in the exact shape of a PlayStation controller) and have just been caught inside the ABANDONED AR_ADE (missing letters on the sign) past curfew. After this, I will be rescued by a mean yet handsome teenage boy who will lead me to the underground Gamer Rebellion, where I will be sat in front of a tv and forced to play super mario bros as part of my initiation. I will play the game perfectly, with zero deaths, and the boy will go "tch... lucky break for a noob like you," and I will spend the next twenty chapters unable to comprehend what a "crush" is before we invade the capitol and the president, kneeling before my wiimote lightsaber, reveals I am the reincarnated spirit of shigeru miyamoto
soundscape of young green martian playing with pvc pipes
Watching you go, for the last time (Part 1)