I live in the fucking NIGHTMARE realm

No longer allowed to help my dad in the garden because i picked up the shovel and he saw “a gleeful and cruel darkness in my eyes”

oooooh i got plany of disk space

good morning! remember every day is a chance to begin anew [breaks off and sits on the edge of the bed staring blankly for 23 minutes before running a hand down face like a tortured movie protagonist] my god where did it all go so wrong

Gamble—with utmost Discreetness & Stealthiness—with a Comrade behind a tavern

get Court-Martialled for Discreetly Gambling with your Comrade behind a tavern

Stand Testimony against a Colleague on Charges of Desertion so as to gain Pardon for the Charges of Gambling brought against you

[recommending something i sincerely love] ok so the thing about it is it kinda sucks

the author’s barely disguised job they worked in their early 20s

but for this two-faced bitch there are twice as many stars as usual

Ok so apparently the girls went out for tinis and bruschetta without me

I’m literally in my beast form going to bed

Stop calling the crumbs shit. None of you realize how hard it is to photoshop crumbs falling mid-air via a birds-eye perspective. They don't just have 'mid-air granola crumbs' on google, no one has ever thought of photographing that before. I had to color a bunch of boulders brown. I had to find images of various boulders and color them brown, whnich yeah, when I say it out loud, does make it sound like a funny euphemism for shit, but it's really more of a light brown color and it took a lot of time and effort, so stop.