And Time is a Reoccurring Dream

omg finally

i’m going to blow up everything forever.

such insolence... guards? seize her! ...no. stop. not like that. you are doing it gay. why are you seizing her gay style

okay, im "sorry" i tested my dual scythe combos/fever mode on your "smol bean" boyfriend

if its any consolation i didnt get very much exp

I CLAIM THE ABUNDANCE THAT IS COMING TO ME NOW 🌈🙏💖✨ *falls asleep and dreams of a skeletal figure atop a black horse carrying iron scales*

it would be really funny if the hedonic treadmill wasn’t a thing and we spent all day every day in a manic bliss bc our standards for comfort and abundance hadn’t changed since the paleolithic

the last remaining thot has died in captivity.

idk man i don't have any strict goals in life. i might make an artifact

hehehehehe * sudden moment of clarity that straightens my spine * what is this. who am I. * the clarity fades * hehehehehehe

"only those who have organs that can give birth deserve protections from misogyny" is just thinly veiled "a woman's value comes from her ability to give birth"

SOMETHING CRAZY HAPPENS I SAY "WELL THAT WASNT ON MY BINGO CARD HAHA!" KNOWING FULL WELL IVE NEVER PLAYED A GAME OF BINGO IN MY LIFE. I REACH IN MY POCKET THE BINGO CARD HAS MATERIALIZED. EVERY SQUARE IS FULL. EVERYTHING HAS HAPPENED. I HAVE NEVER FILLED OUT THE CARD AND YET EACH SQUARE HAS ITS OWN MEMORY. I DO NOT KNOW HOW THESE MEMORIES APPEARED. I DO NOT RECALL PUTTING THE STAMP TO THE PAPER. I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND SAY "WOW! GUESS IT WAS! NOW HOW ABOUT THAT!" THE COLD WIND BLOWS