Everything I do is an affront to the gods who have forsaken me

hey. look at me. if you think you have a low pain tolerance because things that don't seem to bother other people much (headaches, period cramps, walking a certain distance, etc) hurt you enough that you have trouble functioning or need a break or just want to curl up into a little ball and stop because it hurts too bad or it's distracting you? that's probably not you reacting more strongly to the same amount of pain. you're probably experiencing more pain than everyone else, and you shouldn't ignore that, because you deserve medical care and support

do you ever feel yourself fail a charisma check in real time

in space no one can hear you moan like a girl

Ground control here, we can hear you just fine

I took a bus to a conference today and the bus driver fully stopped the bus to identify and chastise a person who was playing music out loud on their phone. That is how you get me to actually complete the customer service survey specifically so I can give you top ratings

It's days later and I'm still thinking about this man. Full ass bus pulled over to the side of a state highway with the hazards on, stalking down the center aisle intoning "ALL RIGHT. WHO'S GOT IT. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT ON SPEAKER." I want to commission a statue of him. a hero. a king.

I've never found it unrealistic when an adventure game protagonist can hear the faint echo of stone grinding upon stone and know by the sound alone that it must be that mysterious door they passed by twenty minutes ago spontaneously opening because these are just skills you develop when you live with cats.

masculine energy this feminine energy that. well i’m out of energy