HOT mess

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

sex is some naked bullshit and food is some crap they found on the ground but online poker is forever

no one else twists the knife as good as u come over

so you know that cursed sword that slowly drives whoever wields it mad & causes mysterious illnesses? you guessed it: scabbard was absolutely loaded with black mold

i’m so glad goncharov happened pre ai slop era

#weird way to describe 1973 but i guess it’s accurate

steps out of the shower completely dry after parrying every drop of water with my bathroom greatsword

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

emotional neglect didnt even affect me that much. it was the being born inherently without value that did most of the work