youre in her dms, im in her made up fantasy daydreams she uses to escape. we are not the same.
my grandparents lived through the depression and spent the rest of their lives stuffing cash under the mattress and hoarding old egg cartons in the garage, so i can’t wait to find out what weird neuroses i’m gonna pick up over the next few years
common cents brain: u gotta practice art to get better so keep trying :)
emotions brain: this shit ugly bro
Y’know, back in my day, if a pestilence swept through the land during a time of famine and flood, it meant that the reigning kings had displeased the gods and that we risked the gods’ further ire by obeying them
Then you took the king out, chopped his head off, and threw him into a bog to appease the angry gods.
It’s like. Imagine you threw a fist-sized rock at the empire state building and the entire thing and everything inside it collapsed into dust. That’s what the existence of human death feels like
Like this sounds wild but like. hear me out. a person is such a ridiculously infinitely complicated web of thoughts and feelings and beliefs and such an unbelievably huge amount of knowledge and the idea that you can destroy that by holding a pillow over someone’s face for three minutes is absolutely surreal. The idea that you can remove knowledge and emotion and memory from the world with a physical object is literally unbelievable. people are literally infinitely huge and complex and the fact that you can kill the person by killing the body is wild. I’m sure this is incoherent but I hope you get it
The fact that humans can be killed through physical means is so ridiculous to me
The next update will fix it so that humans can only be perma-killed through the use of one particular magic dagger.
this intuition is exactly how we ended up with the idea of souls, spirits, ghosts, the afterlife,
This is why I inflict every stupid and horrible idea I have on the people around me all day every day and make art and tell stories and share my thoughts.
You can kill my body if you really want to, but as long as my ideas are out there in the world, irreversibly turned loose into the vast landscape of the internet where they spread like a shitty, stubborn weed, you’ll never be rid of me.
Cooking for one isn’t nearly as annoying as cleaning up for one.
do you ever
do you ever just have
that one class
that one freaking class
that just depresses you when you think about it because
oh god you hate it so much
The bourgeoisie















