I think so, but honestly i have no idea what that means, but yes.

No it would have to be a grenade with silver pellets, silver has to penetrate the heart like a stake does, i’m not a nerd i just want to be lore accurate… and grenades are fun anyways… 🚨🎊

<3

meatwads with a girlfriend who diys her clothes know exactly the experience i’m describing.

Do you have any spare change for a meat… 🤐

I don’t understand how we’ve become so dumb that we simply can’t turn a knob for gas and strike a match for a flame. Or, well atleast dumb enough to accept these kinds of shitty products on the “free market.” I understand having convenience in your life, but at the cost of this? AND a higher price all for some “super smoke” and “timer” option.

Is this the technofeudalist dream? If the next big thing in smart tech is to add ai to grills to “get the perfect sear” or whatever, just kill me.

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They keep a little vial of powdered garlic to scare them awake, smelling salts for the immortal.

Also having the fat ass titties genetics helps too, idk who you have to fuck to get em 🤷‍♀️

I seperated the “lines” (ascii) from the backround, i did this by duplicating the image and turning one of the layers into an (alpha/erase) layer, merged it, then set it to be just slightly larger than the untouched layer. Added bloom to it and grain, duplicated it once more to do the method before, merged it again, then i had a mask set to only capture the hue, and erased the grain so that it looks “fuzzy.”

then i layered it upon 6 other layers with a gradual transparency fall off, merged them with a bunch of distortion effects to get the “stitched together” effect, and i completely replaced the backround colour with an image to give it texture. My Gimp is amazing! I love my gimp <3

With makeup running down your face, watching the cars and trains go by, only the glow of the lights are what you can make out of them, it’s a dark night, and so is your whole house because, well, you turned your lights off out of embarassment, you wouldn’t want to see yourself like this.

You wanted to play music, but you don’t want anyone to know what you’re going through, you slip each earpiece in as the music fades in, it only amplifies what you feel, so you take another swig. One blink and you’re on a chair leaning against the window sill, face in hand that you can barely feel, and as you keep slipping higher, the lights bleed in your vision like a reflection in the puddle. The psychedelic nature of the way it refracts and distorts in your vision, as the perspective of each moving light changes the way it was mathematically programmed to dance for you, it calms you, it… changes everything.

“Do i do this to supress the emotions?” i scoff towards the end, i know the answer.

“No, all i can do is wallow in it, this is how i conditioned myself to deal with these feelings…” i check the bottle, and there’s barely a drop left.

Why sink deeper? i think. But i have no answer, all i can really say is that it has to stop. All it takes is one thought, one deeply satisfying harmful thought to send me away from the opportunity of life. No, i can’t do that, i can’t let anyone i know do that.

“Hey, you know you can talk to me right?” I already knew this was an option.

“Yeah…” and here i am not following my own advice, not following the advice of others. And for what? They want to help me, am i just, embarrassed? Is it the fear seeming vulnerable? It’s all in good will, a mutual exchange, so what’s wrong with me? Does it challenge the trust i have for others?

Maybe i just like feeling this way, on the brink, it’s almost fufilling to pull myself out of it all. It’s an adventure of the mind, how far can i go before i slip hard? But this game has no “win,” there is no “prize,” other than getting your shit together again.

But the adrenaline is worth it, i mean, where else can you get such an intense feeling from? Life is so boring, i want to feel something, stimulation they call it. I’m doomed to a life of it. To chase it is to find the motivation towards living, is that not what life is after all? A desire.

Otherwise, it might as well just be one deeply wrong movie, one that you are forced to watch, forced to live in. What’s the fun in any of that? I’d rather feel in control, even if that means i have to live with trauma and pride of my fuckups and passions…

I am human after all, and we have the ability to change so many things, why refuse to change the mind? After all, life never started from stagnation. Be vibrant.

explain yourself immediately. 🐱

Rule of the Jungle.

Meow. :3

I’m making a sandwich rn. wyd?

Splash it in the face of the people who piss you off, pour it down their pants when they aren’t looking, set the pan on their chest when they’re asleep and set their hand in the grease. I DON’T CARE.

Thx! <3

PLEASE DO NOT ENDORSE HAMMERPLAY!!!

Look, it may seem funny to “pretend” to be put into a blacksmith’s furnace and POUNDED with a mallet, or to be NAILED to a wall, or TENDERIZED like a PIECE OF MEAT, but! It is very very very like super very dangerous!!!

“I bet if you showed me another, I’d still be unaroused!”

just keep shaking and covering your eyes, i mean- just cover your eyes… uhm.

She will wear a polyester hoodie as she defies the god’s defined image of her, for god has no final say in the creative muse of the human psyche, “Welcome the Beast.” She mutters with a scoul in the mirror, weilding scissors like a crazed prisoner as she “fixes” her hair.

Shine on you crazy diamond. 💎