Overconfidence is slow and insidious killer

im realizing very fast that people do not in fact know that sometimes things in stories suck on purpose and it sucking is the point

FUCK. i think i have to learn blender

the humble manual smoothie maker after they break their hands:

every day i log in here and get beat up by genies

Imagine you’re England. You’ve made it to the World Cup quarter final. Things are looking good. You enter the stadium. You’re met with the sight of Viking rowing. Some 195 cm tall blond guy built like a brick wall keeps harrying your defenders. Somewhere in the historically oriented part of your brain there’s a weird sense of déjà vu.

Driving around my town trying to find one single burger just one burger or a hot dog but Unfortunately everythings just rubble and twisted scaffolding upstretched and rotting and theres shit on fire and a big black ass sky

Guess i cant do shit anymore Cause the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides... And yep, you guessed it: a dark wind blows.

Who wants to see my cat totally brave and not at all scared at the vet

just remembered that my middle school bullies were named Chase and Hunter. what was up with that. what was going on there.