sinking into birchtar?

the part of adulthood that no one ever warns you about is the amount of surfaces you need to acquire to put your things and trinkets on

when people are like "i didn't come here to make friends" i'm like thats sooooo unrelatable. i am always on the look out for some girl friends. I would be in that hunger games cornucopia like "your ex boyfriend did WHAT."

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

Washing ashore must feel good as fuck

at the club no drinks.in.fully stone cold sober: what if thsre was a secret city

Face twists with bravery as a chill runs through the air We have to find it.

We have to find it

its terrible for any number of reasons, but i think if we invent immortality there should be an extreme sport called civilizational speedrunning where teams of 20 go into the wilderness somewhere and try and be the fastest build the first internal combustion engine. i bet you could get it down to like 3 years tops

The real trick is to eat seed heavy food before the speedrun starts so your first poops are halfway to agriculture already

i want you on my team holy shit

today i just (remembers to maintain privacy online) did something really cool. you have to trust me

I just felt someone Z-target me

[clearly circle-strafing you] don't be ridiculous

everyone is meeting me in the grotto

I like to think this is the story of him breaking out of prison and then going on an extended spree of mischief