The Saddest Thing In Werewolf Media Is When One Of The First “signs” A Recently Turned Character

They're just two girls skipping school together in my head-

i resent the fact that my skills are technical and not creative. why can i get any program running on any capable computer regardless of os but not write poetry? clearly i picked the wrong stats at some point.

why is there no stable girl???

Bitches be like "I'm fine" then open tumblr (I'm bitches)

why is there no stable girl???

the problem is that it would probably just become my main blog. but there’s some things i don’t want to subject my main account audience to

strongly considering making the unhinged sideblog at this point

queer people will have life altering conversations with you for pure love of the game

i miss the times when me and my seven person friend group would just get together and inject poison into packets of sun chips and give them to our parasocial enemy rupert. and warm summer nights we’d walk around the streets after midnight. we’d walk for hours just chatting and giggling and maybe pop into a corner store and buy some redbulls. and we’d clink them together and take a sip and laugh and laugh. oh rupert. he was the only person we knew who liked sun chips. the world was ours back then. the whole city felt like a blanket fort. life was an inside joke. every moment felt like a note in a song. how i loved those people. i dont know if i ever let them know how much i loved them. our parasocial enemy rupert got hit by a car before the poison had finished its course. some people thought he jumped out there on purpose. i guess it doesn’t matter whether that’s true or not. one of my friends went back into the river. another went into a very tall building, one of those buildings you pass by every day but you don’t know what people do in there, and you’ve just accepted that you’ll never know what the inside looks like, much less the top floor. i guess she knows now, but i haven’t seen her since so i can’t ask her. one returned to the rats. one went to one of those secret blocks you only find when you go through a random alley, and i’m not the type to go into alleys. one went up the stairs in the back of a burger restaurant. one fell into a hole. i don’t know what happened to the last one. he texted me, “come meet me at noon, so i can say goodbye to you.” but i was at a matinee that day and didn’t see the message until the movie was over. i think he was in love with me.

steam game achievements fall into three categories:

main story and minor side quests achievements that a decent percentage of players have. rewarding and nice markers of game progression.

challenges and trials that while difficult reward more hardcore players for their efforts. can be tedious but are often mixed in with fun bonus content.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE!

your "digital footprint" is where the robot girl steps on u, usually sternum or above ur paws. Hope this helps