Elizabeth's Birthday Party

I once heard a quote by a dude named Alan Watts that went “A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality, and lives in a world of illusions” and now when I get trapped in an anxiety spiral that likes to pop in too

when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck

I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off

anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received

“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”

14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking

FNaF

LEGENDARY pull in my discord character gambling game

green: guys...we defeated vaati and ganon! i..i feel a song coming on! lets dance!

shadow: im dying but...i wanna dance too..

death: i'll wait...

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.

my rooster doesn’t crow when the sun rises, he crows when he hears humans wake up, like you can literally just roll over in bed and he’s like “hoLY SHIT THAT’S A PEOPLE THE HUMAN ISAWAKE AHHH AHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Our Japanese class found it funny that in common terminology "food" isn't very distinguished from specifically "rice" until it was pointed out to us that in English "meal" is "loose roughly ground grain"

frisk is just a fucking baby. and everyone just monologues at them