This is Dystopia

also my roommate and I: *can’t stack our fucking dishes*

a poem about egg and the consequences of throwing one

steve: just put him in jail

this post was made by neuroatypical gang. we’re not trying to be mean, we’re genuinely bamboozled. chemically balanced people exist? sounds fake. 

So after watching The Witcher on Netflix, I found out about the games and books (little backwards, I know) and now I’m reading the books and playing the games because it’s quarantine my dudes. And I just started Chapter III of the first game and I’m??? Sad?? Like all the townspeople say mean things to Geralt and like it hurts my feelings??? Like my Me As Geralt Feelings. And I just feel bad for him. ‘Cause he’s just tryin’ to do his own thing in an increasingly hostile environment and everyone’s pushing him one way or the other and I, as the player, try to do what I can to make the right decisions for both of us, but at the end of the day, there isn’t a right decision. And that’s something that I simultaneously love and hate about this game, There isn’t a right thing to do. There is no good guy (except maybe Dandelion). I’m not even sure there’s a bad guy. There’s just people. Granted, many of them are shit people but they have some redeeming qualities. And some of the ‘good’ people have shit qualities (I’m looking at you, Triss. I don’t trust you) and it just makes my brain hurty. And my feelings, those hurt too. 

neither did i but here we are

but slurping water from your hand under the faucet just hits different