It’s nice to meet all you. I am she/her, can speak Toki Pona and English (non-natively), and locatable on Reddit as MozartWasARed. The links at https://discord.gg/sEuSSDz6TQ and https://www.deviantart.com/triagonal/art/My-copyright-policy-and-the-impact-it-extends-into-906668443 are pertinent to me.
But I don’t feel like anything in particular. If someone were to tell me to “just do it” a trillion different random things have equal potential to come to mind. Should I tour the toothpick factory because that’s “a thing to do while alive”, as opposed to trying out at the tiddlywinks championship? That’s the issue, nothing that I would expect to be able to do draws me.
My reaction anytime I watch something with Jim Carrey. He was like a fad we just keep now for the novelty, no offense to him.
I mean, it’s technically the police force’s fault for being so “into” her in the first place.
Silence, it was usually my pose rather than the background noise that affected sleep. When I sleep, I often look like I was carried out of the chamber of secrets.
How does one absolutely know here that a certain person is a certain other person?
Before this thing people call anhedonia, I remember love felt like a bubbly feeling, like you had an internal compass made not of magnets but of your sweetest memories and an undying interest to form more, and it always pointed to the ones I loved. Remnants of that died once and for all with my mum recently (who I loved even during anhedonia) and that caused every remaining relationship to collapse. Today I feel like I’m surrounded by NPC’s, and sadly not the kind who’ll say they want to be a Blitzball when they grow up.
You think that of everyone though.
Do you mean conspiracies we believe or conspiracies about us?
What happened in Ace Ventura Pet Detective?
I wish I knew. I’m not motivated enough about life to fantasize.
I was in the Battle of B-r5rb under the Halloween Coalition (and won, cue the wrath of former N3 Coalitionaires and Pandemic Legionaires). This actually technically makes me a war veteran.
Good, though could do without the mosquitoes/allergies/weather. Also recently celebrated a few friends’ birthdays which was good.
They don’t get fat, they just get longer or larger overall.
Once most cocoon species hatch into their respective moth, the moth is unable to eat by its own design, slowly dying of starvation over a few weeks, which is why the moths in your bedrooms just get smaller and smaller until they seem to vanish. Poor little guys :(
Now apply that in reverse. An insect that eats is just going to look like a bigger insect. Same goes for when they’re pregnant. If insects got fat, leaving a mound of sugar outside for them to eat would lead to fat ones, but instead they just eat themselves to death.
No, I was referring to the title which I thought referred to “if” I was an author. Though very, very few of my writings are fiction and most are vents/guides.
The only justification I can think of for vandalizing a library is that the books are all guides on how to commit vandalism.
I’m already an author.
Who you love is ultimately up to you. Some people still have love for their parents despite strictness, others might place the bar lower than you describe. That isn’t to say I encourage physical discipline, I’m only saying people have different priorities. I probably faced what people today would call an unacceptable category of discipline, but either way was and am too distracted by how I mention society treats me to care.
Not really, money probably doesn’t exist in Heaven.