i think it's so so so great that beating someone up can actually injure and scar you. like from a symbolic perspective. every act of violence leaves a mark on you, chipping away at you with each blow until you're nothing but hard muscle and sharp edges. the hurt you visit on others shapes you in its image.
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
why do we fix someone else's tie for them instead of just telling them how? why do we hold hands when they're cold instead of just putting them in our pockets? Get real
my favorite genre of post is "absurd internet drama i've never ever heard of told in a carefully-paced screenshot montage set to In The Hall of the Mountain King"
being the token horror movie guy in the family is so hard. what do you mean you dont wanna watch the having a bad time movie? What? What do you mean its scary?