i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

They are putting prince andrew in some kind of hazardous puzzle chamber filling up with gravel or lava or something while a dragon is sneaking up from behind

ok i’m done being crazy lol

no i’m not

"could you win a fight with your doppelganger" and "would you fuck your clone" questions are fun but honestly they don't reveal nearly as much as my favourite question: could you manipulate them?

it's like. not only how well do you know yourself, but how much can you separate yourself from the concept of "you"? how far are you willing to go to establish control over yourself? can you really look yourself in the eyes and lie? and if you can, what does that say about you?