Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.By Joshua Espinoza (via fleeten)
Why Try It: Experience all the tongue-mashing fun of kissing without the messiness; a game about sexual activity that makes consent part of the action.
Author’s Notes: "Two people sit together, and contemplate kissing. If both wish to kiss, a robust kissing simulation is provided! Tongues that expand, wobble, squish and lick! As the players are satisfied, the kiss ends. This is Realistic Kissing Simulator: a co-operative, goal-less, kissing simulation game."
those feelings when you want a relationship
but you don’t
but you do
but you don’t
"No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad"
Oh my god. How do you even fix that
did he live?