2019 is about doing everything you find scary so that the universe can stop giving you repetitive lessons and elevate you to another level. Rebirth is in the air.
You don’t want to be rich. You want to live freely.
That’s it
that’s it, man.
The idea of being super-rich actually scares me. I don’t want to be so empty inside that I spend my money on $30,000 ugly handbags and giant boats and shit. I just want to pay my bills without panic and support lots of charities.
And maybe go some places
i have NPC energy cause most of my replies consist on
- ok
- NICE
- hell ye!
- no…….
- yes?
- sdfghjhghjkjDFGHJKGHJJDFGSS
- thank you so much!
- fuck!
more reasons im a NPC:
- if i stand still for too long i start doing idle animations
- will only talk to people if they start conversation first
- my walking speed is too fast to be walking and too slow to be running
- if you talk to me too many times i start repeating dialogue
- if you do a small favor for me i will follow you around without questions
- i will drop a lot exposition if you ask
- sometimes i get stuck on doors
- you may stand in a straight line from me holding a corpse but its more than 10 meters so i will not notice
- low HP
My sister brought up how people always draw the Sidhe in like clothing from the 1600s and I got really excited to discuss it because in folklore they are almost always mentioned to be wearing modern clothing for the time or also commonly clothing just a few decades behind, so it stands to reason that any member of the Gentry you meet today would consider a corset as old-fashioned as you do but then Brie said
“there’s a lot of discussion that they’re about ten years behind,” and she said it as if to go on about the way time passes differently between faerie and here in folklore but I couldn’t fucking focus because she was just glossing over what she just said as if she hadn’t just
Insinuated that if you met the Sidhe today they’d be dressed like it’s 2009. As if I were just supposed to ACCEPT that information and move ON with the conversation!!!!
Imagine wandering into a revel in midsummer this year and Shake It by metro station is playing
broadway antique market
i bought this telegram, because it’s probably the best thing i’ve ever seen. i’m framing it. it cost $1.
I need to end all my correspondences with “Get me” now
Tip: This Valentine’s Day, don’t be romantic. Be Romantic! Recite Lord Byron on the edge of a barren cliff! Feel the gusts of the thunderstorm blow through your hair as you sob! Become a reclusive poet who trusts no one and is only seen at 2 am, wandering half-dressed through the streets and muttering in Old High German! Drown your lonely heart in laudanum and die at age 34 of tuberculosis, martyrdom in a small and ill-fated revolution, or wasting away from a disease that makes you look wan but poetic! Forget “forever alone”: You’ll always have your haunting past, your wasted ambitions, and the melancholy of a life unlived to keep you company!
