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babygirl your enormous eyebags and just barely noticeable tremor have captivated me
people that are “failures” have been some of the most coolest, compassionate, and interesting people i’ve met. they haven’t failed, they’ve only found their priorities, or weren’t given the chance to thrive as deserved.
youre not allowed to kill yourself yet because it’s a saturday and the air is warm with spring. Sorry
for everyone saying it’s still cold. youre not allowed to kill yourself yet because it’s a saturday and the air is chilly with winters goodbye hug. Sorry
the world is so beautiful you can eat rice here
playing around w. microsoft office as a child was crazy. it felt transgressive. magical. a portal into the beautiful world of business. i imagined myself one day becoming proficient with every menu in excel and word and powerpoint, expertly choosing between them in a manner similar to a samurai deciding on whether to use the wakizashi or the katana. like stepping into the tabernacle without genuflecting. the sensual mystique of the coffee room. an entire imaginary world of grey-blue carpeted hallways and black plastic caster wheels on chairs. the bright ideas of the future, all springing to life as i am assisted by a paperclip shaped homunculus. slayer of demons of profit loss. the holy armor of the suit and tie. the will of god channeled through commerce. kneeling to the invisible hand, and transcribing its will into an infinite scroll of beautiful white pages.
Guy who’s only seen beauty in the mundane looking at any object: getting a lot of beauty and wonder vibes from this…
the disco elysium shit is so miserable
such a beautiful, deep, passionate piece of art subsumed so wholely by capital, and now using weird, sanitised queerness(?) and wholesome family dynamics between caricatures of the characters to sell the game as a Product, as Content, as Media. Miserable shit
being pathetic and endearing simultaneously is so hard. but i must persist. onwards and upwards