#pt 22

big duck energy

“Mark…” Wil whispered, his voice shaking. Dark stepped back from ‘Glace’ and reached for him, taking his arm and pulling him back to reality.“Wil, you need to stay here,” Dark murmured. “Stay with me.”Wil seemed dizzily award of Dark’s presence at his side, and his eyes grew glassy.“I told you he wasn’t dead,” Wil said, pointing at Glace. “I told you. It was all a joke!”@ynkilled

Autor: so effectively, a character cannot recognize when things are odd because according to all of their lived experience, that is the status quo. it’s not that they aren’t smart enough to recognize that the strings of their destinies are being pulled by an outside force, it’s that they have no reason to suspect it at all. and, if at least the illusion of free will is maintained, maybe it doesn’t even matter that our moves are dictated by deterministic causality. (looks directly at you, the viewer) maybe you’re a “character” and you’re just physically incapable of realizing it. who the fuck knows

“i mean, from one sad bitch to another, it almost certainly has to do with the fact that you are always trying to procure a pure heart as a ‘sacrifice’ and constantly screaming I WILL FORCE EVERYONE TO LOVE ME in public spaces such as the marketplace”

Rue this is why everyone always leaves your messages on “read” on Tinder 

when the lady who sold you the pendant that you later retrofitted to brainwash your boyfriend against her knowledge comes back from the dead and you just have to play it cool

I still can’t believe that all this time Fakir was being targeted by the Literature Mafia.

Y’ALL DID WHAT NOW