Samsara Final Girl

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acéphaleson sweetness be my god naraka-chan saint of pataphoric cacophony no one is coming to save us I sell cool stuff at anarchogoth.rip

Harold and kumar go to whitecastle

lovely lady rpg

I played this while ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up on pain meds following bottom surgery, which I presume is how the devs intended it to be experienced.

– spectacularly failed to get off with a hot vixen because I was too occupied with desperately trying to reach a deadline and fell asleep before I could submit it, and still got fired, which is how I spent most of my 20s.

– encountered the most compassionate british doctor

– met a ♥♥♥♥ biker who I also failed to get off with

– it turned out my in-game landlord was my irl mum

– went for a walk with a weapon

10/10 would recommend to anyone who wonders what an average four days in the life of an english trans woman is like

Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav’n, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light? Be it so, since he
Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid
What shall be right: fardest from him is best
Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream
Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang’d by Place or Time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.

He arrived in Moscow in September 1935 and stayed “in the rooms which Napoleon had in 1812.” There he met with Sophia Janovskaya, professor of mathematical logic, who helped secure him offers to teach philosophy at Kazan or Moscow University. He was also shown around Leningrad, where his appeals to get manual work were rejected by party officials. It became apparent that outside of a teaching position, there would be no work for him. In any case, he failed to impress the authorities. Pat Sloan, a correspondent for the Daily Worker, who met with Wittgenstein in Moscow, wrote to Dobb that—“He [Wittgenstein] is hardly a suitable person to come to live and work in the USSR. His mind is so narrowly confined (amounting almost to insanity) that he, feeling this, wants to abandon his mind altogether.”

rip torn as z in men in black: may I ask why you felt littlr Tiffany deserved to die?
judge dredd's judge death: the crime is life the sentence is death

i don't care if you're neuron divergent I need you to go to fucking war