The doomed Franklin expedition, circa 1848 (artist’s interpretation)
Your straight male friends after two beers: "Hgey man can I smell your hair"
Your friend with the haunted shamisen: [plucks a baleful chord of ill portent]
I need to (remembers to not make casual suicide jokes in order to encourage a more outwardly positive mindset and healthy conversational environment in my day to day life) kill myself
simply dont monday
Images you can hear
its so brave that you have such a 2012-coded url in this 2024 world
would you call a bear brave for standing in a new construction suburb or would you recognize the unfamiliar world they built around him
Rat (longingly)
Rat (longly)
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method
the Two Trees, who shared with us their ancient light before the stars were brought down to light our scrolls from behind
i must not stir the pot. stirring the pot is the notifications-killer. participation in the discourse is the little-death that brings total activity obliteration. i will face the bad opinions on the internet. i will permit them to pass over me and through me. and when they have gone past, i will turn the block button onto their source. where the discourse has come from there will be nothing. only i will remain.
Never give an impassioned reply where a "lol" will suffice
Homestuck Volume 4 - Sburban Jungle