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tachigamirising.bsky.social
i’ll always be Kezia, as long as any hope remains British, regrettably
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“how are you feeling?” somewhere in between all of these

I PRAY YOU, REMEMBER THE PORTER

“everything might depend on you”

KNIGHT OF PENTACLES RIDING INTO THE SUNSET, OFF WE GO INTO THE PALE WIDE YONDER

i am in the anxiety conundrum: i’m sweating, but i’m freezing, and i have an hour and ten minutes before the Big Serious Thing I Must Be Professional for

old Soviet joke for our times: Guy stops by the newsstand every day, scans the front page, doesn’t buy the paper. One day the vendor asks what he’s up to. Guy says: “looking for an obituary.” Vendor says “those are towards the back of the paper, comrade.” Guy says: “not the one I’m looking for.”

would love to have not been raised to see my whole body as a “weight problem” so i could focus on life without thinking constantly that “this is because I’m too big” whenever something goes wrong but here we go, Harriet DuBois reporting for duty

just an assortment of everything, my little scraps of sentiment, my birds’ bones to tell the future by

i decided instead of Roboute Guilliman having an exhausted cigarette i will now be the rescue hedgehog being rescued with his little teary eyes

just gotta get the sertraline to kick in. just gotta get the meds in the system. just gotta have a coffee. just gotta give myself a minute. i hate waking up from intensely vivid dreams and feeling like all my lines are blurred until an hour after rising and finally things come back into focus.

@swimtothematt.bsky.social

desperate (cold) times call for desperate (thermal leggings printed with hot dogs) measures

EMIL: All those people… they’re gone…. Because of me. NIER: Emil… EMIL: … NIER: That was fucking awesome. EMIL: W-what? KAINE: Yeah dude that kicked ass. NIER: I never knew you could kill that many people. And all at once! You must have gotten a big experience boost. WEISS: That’s not how that works

anyway it’s always funny watching another pack get released for the Sims 4, it breaks the existing shit somehow because they’re made of spaghetti code and duct tape (current bugs include children with the pregnant body morph and/or fat asses) and it’s entirely up to the Gods if EA will fix it

US: Rep. Jasmine Crockett asking house representatives to say the words “Russia invaded Ukraine” UK: i have my bones to pick w Labour but holy shit at least it’s not Badenoch. can you imagine her saying this? no, she’d be limping in line with Vance, simpering about Ukrainian “ingratitude”

Sundays are for yelling at the brain when it tries to be stupid with intrusive thoughts

morning stroll

someone say this to me please

Neon Genesis Evangelion Stage 57 The Fifth Child

i keep dreaming of the sea, being in it, far from the cliffs and sandy beach of the land neck deep and treading water, sky darkening and nothing around me but sea foam lights appear on the beach, people looking for me? eventually i’ll exhaust myself and drown, but the dream goes on until then

i’ll regret this when my vertebrae have been crushed together and i shrink to five foot nothing in my old age but right now my back is strong and i have POTATOES

best investment of my life was the fuckoff massive backpack i grabbed out the men’s section like six months ago. i can fit a 7.5kg pack of potatoes in this bad boy with room to spare and hands free to skeet. i am a pack mule, just load me up and set me off

we stand for backxwash in this fucking house

i built this and i’m still decorating but soon! soon my vampires will move in! and i will give them their zombie servants!

fun quirks about my current PC set up: using a laptop that’s gotta be like six years old now, with no built in disc tray (this is the worst, by the way, i like physically owning shit) it got knocked and the screen doesn’t light up but that’s what HDMI to a tv is for

we’re very bonded in that i really cannot see myself dating again should the worst happen to him. i simply can’t be fucking bothered. i will just get a dog. he agreed he’d probably do the same if roles reversed so dont worry we’re mutually misanthropic

hey everything is super crazy right now so i think it’s a great time to remind everyone that a bluesky post is called a “skeet”

me: if anything happens to you i’m getting a dog. Matt: name it after me

i wonder why Matt romanced Karlach in bg3– oh it must’ve just been nice to not hear someone complaining they’re cold all the time for once

i’m so tired of being cold all the time. winter always fucking sucks for me but this year my peasant ancestors and i may reunite via sharing in not surviving the winter

mellified…and loving it

my pfp has never felt so representative. i want that orange cunt’s syphillis to kill him already. someone lace Musk’s ket already. let nature claim their skulls in the dirt where they belong, instead of being up on their pedestals dealing out death and destruction without a fucking care.

literally everything to do with Trump makes me want to scream. of course he wants a fucking gold statue of himself. of course Gaza just needs to be levelled to become a property development. it’ll be a holiday resort built on bones, ash and famine. but he gets a gold statue of himself. so who cares?