The Insidious Labyrinth of Doctor Curious, VII

i just have this persistent feeling of “i’m not doing enough” combined with “i don’t have the energy to do anything” and it just really fucking sucks

new discourse: 'dinner table' is not a real category. any table you eat dinner at is a dinner table

any table you eat for dinner is a dinner table

Reblog to make prev 10% hotter and more evil

i wish queer introverted nerds had other ways to socialize besides ttrpgs

kink

Not every post can be a 10/10, but never underestimate the power of belabouring a 4/10 bit.

If you do it 10 times, it turns into a 4 bit.

im doing good! you know. besides the underlying feeling that I'm fundamentally incapable of fitting in in a society. besides that i'm chillin

I stopped being special for 2 seconds today and the pain? Unimaginable.

When I was in third grade I tried to convince the other kids at recess that I could jump really high into the air and glide like Knuckles. When my mom heard about it she was so distraught that she started paying kids in my class to be friends with me. If you ask me, that’s an awful reaction to your gifted child. But jokes on her, because even now as an adult I am still friends with everyone back then, and sometimes when they’re in a rush they’ll hop on my back and I’ll jump really high in the air and glide like Knuckles to help them get to a higher vantage point than where they were previously.

this post is so stupid. the whole difference between flying and gliding is that gliding only goes down, you could never "glide" to a higher vantage point

knuckles can climb

you still have your jewel of perfect worth, right? the one that you got right after you were born, the one that makes you good, that makes you worthy, that justifies your existence in the world, and all and only because in your hands you hold this perfect jewel? you didn't lose it or anything, right? right?