i hate being that fucked up person that doesn’t have the decency to either outwardly show any distress or self-destruct fast enough for anyone to notice

nobody irl follows me here so i am free to say that ive feel like ive got a bit of my head missing somewhere

thank you for the kind offer to “hang out”sorry it didn’t work out. it turned out there was a vast library of music available to all and an empty room in which to listen to it by myself for as long as I wanted without having to “catch up” or “have a conversation”

The lord of The rings - Eowyn

real demon clown hours

i cannot explain the love in my heart for agent smith from the matrix

i like warhammer but in a “i love the locked tomb and painting minis” way, not in whatever way 38 year old white guys like it

and we should be able to bet on the likelihood of their survival, naturally

i think people who promote sports betting apps should be hunted for sport

men who play golf are, without exception, my enemies

this feels critical to mention — im not a nostalgic person i just find it hilarious that the only fuckin person that i managed to stay friends with post-hs is 90% because we don’t have anyone else to yap about dragon age to irl

veilguard didn’t get nominated for goty because she smoke too tough. her swag too different. her bitch is too bad. they’ll kill her

who up. dragon aging they inquisition. um. fulfilling they requisitions. heralding they andraste.

happy ten years of dragon age inquisition — it feels like i was just talking about this game in the locker room freshman year with this girl i had just met and a decade later i’m still talking about this game with the same girl except in my apartment

im only using this app as a tether to mr the mountain goats

joyce manor has fully wormed their way into my heart like i’m a dog bitten by a mosquito