@mothmush as someone who was in relationships from 18-30, these past almost five years of singledom have in summary been spent experiencing a whole lot of peace and fuckin quiet (and reading a lot of pulp romance)
attained the zweihander before I developed the strength to wield the zweihander and yes I orchestrated this minding the authenticity of my Artorias stance
also something about lack of personal identity/abject ego death when not in the throes of a limit experience, limit experiences as special interest, etc. etc.
in this essay, I will be expounding on unwittingly being Homura Akemi kin by way of her legendary embodiment of the sunk cost fallacy, disastrous ride or die hubris, Long Dark Hair Supremacy and her drinking problem (Homura Akemi has a drinking problem, not negotiable)
in this essay, I will be expounding on unwittingly being Homura Akemi kin by way of her legendary embodiment of the sunk cost fallacy, disastrous ride or die hubris, Long Dark Hair Supremacy and her drinking problem (Homura Akemi has a drinking problem, not negotiable)
not getting a cataract like "a fixable reality that I can deal with later" but getting a cataract like "unable to paint, she had flung herself into the Seine. That was 60 years ago, the protagonist thinks - so who was the woman who caught their gaze on the street with milky eyes"
"I got this pirated copy of the Silent Hill 2 remake working on my personal home computer! I am so happy and so clever!"
(thirty minutes elapse)
"Wood Side Apartments is still the scariest part and it is also the first part and I want to go home"
this is not Ohio discourse, I only fear the place because I love "Hang on Sloopy" and I would sink into a depression so profound at every football game thinking about her that they'd have to spray me with automated tranquilizer darts just to cheer me up
visual representations of a violent limit experience who have foot fetishes and no future, bisexual powerbottom anti-golden retrievers on the incorrect medication regimens and people with rough, grainy, burnt ass veiny fuckin fuckoff working man's necks to the front
really wondering how the faceless figure that absolutely iced me from an adjacent bus window is doing, They Who Sniped a Cypress Hill CD between my eyes and busted my face spectacularly apart in high school. Where are you my lost young love