There are many reasons I'm going to hell, but by far the worst is the fact that I was involved with a BAD autism movie
I was only 11 during filming but my god this is gonna haunt me for life-
Watching your best friend interact with their crush who definitely likes them back is sometimes torturous-
I SWEAR I'M GONNA STAB MYSELF IN THE BALLS IF ONE OF Y'ALL DOESN'T MAKE A MOVE
been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter
fucked up in the crib playing five nights at freddys at the Jefferson memorial
I don't want Elon Musk to kill himself because that would get him some sympathy from liberals and "oh so you don't care about mentally ill people?" would become a common line. Ideally I'd like him to be assassinated Luigi-style, but again that runs the risk of him becoming a martyr. No, the best way for him to die is in a stupid accident of his own creation, which I'm frankly shocked hasn't happened yet. Y'know like Tesla malfunction, falls over the non-OSHA-certified guard rails in his own factory, SpaceX explosion, crushed to death trying to fuck one of his ugly robots, ect.
I want to try so many little hobbies. Candle making, soap making, basket weaving, wood carving, book binding, baking, weaving, I want to try them all.