I feel so exhausted for today. Hungry and thirsty, not very good. I was trying to lose fat but its difficult to do that healthily without muscle and everything else. After finishing or reading higurashi I dont know I must make a rule not to deal with the tranime genre much more. It just makes me brainwashed so I think I pass out on umineko or any other bullshit if that is how theyre gonna end them.
It begins strong as horror but devolves to home alone happy comedy 1.5 hour skit sweet shittily didactically scripted. Indeed if author writes stories like these, I don’t think I can handle much shit including Satoko becoming evil, its like a fucking cartoon. I mean it is no longer mature whatsoever, it kind of fucking annoys me how japanese anime become such mix of mature elements written by a complete toddler.
Idk what to say except I am too old now.
Sinisister 2 was boring and i got stuck. Its the sane as first game and im sick of that
My room is so hot because they forgot to thrn off the hearing from winter. I am dtinf awful
I want the thermodynamic reality of thermodynamic morality of life.
I fucking hate normies.
I hate how they speak. I hate how its impossible to connect to them or they’re so cruel. Normies are absolute abominable and scary, they always look down at me with intent to fuck me over. And they’re evil hypocrites who are like super evil and all like fairy tale beasts from some old germanic grimm origins.
All normies want is to destroy the world. Their way of thinking is so mindfucked I look at them like how an angel looks at it, - in a way of complete indifference and normies are fucking idiots with no way Ill respect them.
Remilia scarlet getting railed and sucking my feet with flandre in j the ground
Both pf them suck my boots and i was walking through a ground filled with parasitic worms and they lick it all off.
Theyre supernatural they wont die from parasitic worms but that means parasitic worms will be as immortal as them, so poetic
But I also want cirno to lick my boots
“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever…”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot
I am de artist.
Lets do it eaaasy without weights
Wiring that huge essay didnt make me less horny sadly.
Why NOT
siiigh some things are beyond our control