You can eat a dinner, anytime

Wet hair touching my skin or like wet skin sticking to each other makes me wanna rip off every part of the body until only the soul remains

[desperate to avoid the inevitability of death] the moral of rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead is never get on a boat or some sort of moving vehicle piloted by someoen else

parents are allowed to straight-up torture their kids with zero consequences. they can withhold food and water, lock you out of shelter, confiscate your belongings, bar you from human contact, attack and harm you and exert complete control over your physical appearance. and this is just the norm. if you speak out against it you're seen as a delinquent or a predator. even otherwise progressive people get uncomfortable with the idea of dismantling the nuclear family unit because they still see it as the best way to keep kids safe when that simply couldn't be further from the truth. it's evil.

when ralsei comes out as trans all of the people who refuse to gender kris correctly will suddenly have a really easy time using they/them for someone

recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them

dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out

this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.

i'll never be of the "we don't deserve dogs" opinion, it's like saying we don't deserve the egyptian pyramids or the great wall, or corn. our ancestors literally made dogs from scratch bit by bit, we deserve dogs just as much as we deserve apple trees

“how do i write good sex scenes” the same way you learn to write anything else you read a lot of it and take a lot of notes. examine. break it apart. what’s being done? how is it being accomplished? what’s not being done? read something good. now read something bad. make a list of why the bad thing was bad. ok now go practice forever

You can now play as 🐗 Hog.