Jo

[Image ID: The Welcome to Night Vale logo (a white crescent moon inside a stylized purple eye) against a black background. Text reads "Are they unidentified flying objects or are you just bad at identifying flying objects" End ID.]

I wish irl grinding was as fun as in videogames tbh. Like yeah i need to go to work a thousand times but after that i have enough materials to buy a house. But alas, houses arent real

Marxiplier

i feel like there is a sleep in me that needs to be slept but each time i sleep i don't sleep that sleep

[ID. a blue toned digital comic featuring carl from project hail mary. he looks down at a photo of grace and says, "i miss my dead wife" with tears in his eyes. a hand then appears on his shoulder and stratt says, "our dead wife", a tear in her eye as carl solemnly nods. end ID.]

shoots you with my cupid arrow but you lowkey die

think I've been mildly cursed by a witch

for years now my laptop charger has reliably broken every 6 months. admittedly i keep replacing it with the cheapest possible generics, but I've tried differed brands and ALWAYS, 6 months in Death knocks impatiently at my door, its skeletal hand outstretched demanding yet another goddamn power cable. the only feasible explanation is i pissed off a witch. the alternative is that i'm the problem, which seems unikely

the witch is called enshittification

excellent so is this like a rumpelstiltskin situation or

I lie on the floor bleeding, I am seconds away from dying. I stand up perfectly straight and calmly walk over to my computer-- Inputing my password with calm collectedness, I log on to tumblr.com, I start wrtting a text post: "omggggg it's like this bullet is obsessed with me the way it is all up in my bussiness shfhgj #mybullet", I close my tabs, I power down my computer and walk back, I do the source engine ragdoll and I am dead within impact

repeat after me: people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it. people don’t notice the little details. i’m going to get away with it.