This place used to have a name once

wheres your whimsy. wheres your fucking whimsy

guy who needs to send an email so he completely isolates himself from the world misses out on every opportunity curls up in a ball and dies. and like 2 months later sends said email finally

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here

there is still time. there is still time. until your bones are in the fucking ground there is still time.

(Smugly after failing at a task) and they said it could be done.

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

My five year plan is to just see what happens