you know better than to trust a pack of cards

Syllable count is so faaaake. (I am looking up Double Dactyl poems and have repeatedly run into “oh I see if I squash this into one syllable it works” but like the difference between saying a word as one syllable vs two syllables is not concrete. To me anyway.)

I get jealous over people who died better than my dad. My great aunt just died, and I’m jealous over her children and friends being able to turn her bed to face out the window during her last weeks, to communicate with her with a few words on a whiteboard and get a word or two back. To ask whether she wanted something and get an answer. Why couldn’t my dad get to look out the window!

Man the way people on tumblr talk about Yugioh is I think giving me a distorted impression of how good a piece of media Yugioh is.

Rereading an old story of the “everyone is cruel to the protagonist at first because they have plot stuff to worry about” variety and wondering, years after first enjoying the story, why I found any of these assholes forgiveable and even wanted them to come to like and care for the protagonist, actually. That’s the happy ending? These people?