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my philosophy on “cozy” is that true coziness requires juxtaposition. sitting around a fire in the winter is cozy because the outside is cold, right? if there’s no hardship to take shelter from, peace quickly becomes unremarkable. now, i do think we should strive for peace being unremarkable in real life, but if you’re making a work of fiction that’s supposed to inspire feelings of “coziness,” you need to strike a balance. if part of the game is “customize your house!” i need to feel some sense of relief from returning home. i stand by my previous statement that night in the woods is the coziest game ive ever played, and it doesn’t even market itself as a “cozy game.” it feels cozy because it’s a game about how our friendships give us reasons to keep holding on even under systems that are apathetic (at best) to our suffering. night in the woods says, “yes, you are a small, insignificant speck in a vast sea that will eventually drown you, but there’s a forest on the outskirts in town where you can do dumb shit with your friend, and a lake you can sit by while you talk about your struggles.” and that’s beautiful to me. that’s what peace actually feels like.

if i can be honest if i saw an elf i would hesistate. elves are straight up not normal to see. i would be shocked for a while.

i’m so thirsty… won’t you use /water to water me?

/water

being a stoner butch is da best shit in the world

It’s a Kind Thing with Ears A Tail and A Nose. It’s called “Puppies” and it can have any name.

Just graduated from Begging Dog University with a master’s in Boiling Water

let me come to your house so i can keel over and die on your property without any discernable cause to make your life a little harder