see you in hell you stupid fruit (derogatory)

i think maybe we could spend less time thinking about things that make us angry and more time thinking about other stuff

YEAH EXACTLY HOLY SHIT

oh my god hes perfect. replace the faces on us currency with him

early to bed and early to rise leaves a man so fucked up that he dies

[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

Watched a playthrough of Mouthwashing. Adding it to my list of "examples why "walking sims" are actually the best at telling complex and character-focused narratives in video games."

I think the game really justified its genre of gameplay and took advantage in really creative and inspiring ways. Like through the use of interactive metaphor: in a sort of dream sequence, you're told to "take responsibility," but every time you turn around to start walking you're reset. So you have to "take responsibility" by walking backwards and refusing to look where you're going.

I hope this game inspires more writers and devs to look into the walking sim genre and its interactive potential to tell their stories.

I'm sorry but if you genuinely hate walking sims as a format or genre then you are a weak gamer. Maybe if you should sit down and play through a two hour experience you'll feel something for once.

I miss being 9 years old and watching alien sighting videos on YouTube and getting so scared I felt sick

just cast the fire spell. dip shit

block of poop

call my bed an ashtray the way there's fags in there

My mom has always leaned pretty left. Growing up I was always aware we were the household that voted for the blue donkey party. This seemed unfair as elephants were pretty great. My parents voted dutifully in each election.

But aside from that my mother loathes political signs. You know the ones. They go up on road medians and stick around for months after the election ends because no one bothers to pick them up.

So one day in my childhood long ago I was sitting in the front seat, just kid baggage getting hauled around on errands by my mom. After a while my mom realized the car in front of us was placing those hated signs.

My mom had a couple trains of thought. The first was that we were in the family truck. The second was we had no pressing business. And the third was that we needed to insulate the chicken coop.

Suddenly mom announced we were having an adventure. We were punishing the big bad littering machine by taking their signs. I was utterly delighted by this. We began to follow the election campaign car, pausing after they did. I’d leap out, snatch the sign and toss it into the bed of the truck as fast as I could before flinging myself back into my seat.

It took a long time for the sign car to realize what was happening. They got out to yell at my mom who stoically informed them that the signs were being left on public property and as such counted as litter. The person huffed at her and drove away. Mom followed along hopefully but they were done placing signs.

After that we made a game of snagging signs when we saw them, amassing quite a collection.

That fall the coop was adorned with the plentiful campaign slogans of people vying for public office. But while our poor chickens may have slept under the weight of empty promises and propaganda, each one followed by the watchful eyes of countless politicians, at least they slept warm.

oh you’re straight? so you’re kind of, like, half-bi?

how it feels to be in your twenties

calling in to work sick with a “weird dream”