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god, i'd love to. don't think it'd be a good idea for me to be spending my savings on cake, though.

:] True true. When you have the time then, of course.

mm, maybe when i can get a job, y'know? could theoretically make my own, depending, though.

If Sephiroth became the new Mastermind of the mutual killing games.

(This is what happens when I indulge in both FF7 and Danganronpa.....)

(I'd show the animated MrWeebl video but this soldier's dance was kind of amazing to watch)

I always seem to reach a point in where my avatar could go into 2 or more directions and I can't decide which one to choose.

I changed mine then next think I know TRISPHEE EVENT RELEASED

currently: sticking with a vague wilson p higgsbury avatar bc i'm still hyperfixated on dont starve.

actual rant: bro, shut the fuck up about me being out for myself. if i don't want to help you, then i don't want to help you. especially with that cigarette smoke coming from your cigarette.

i do not want the smell of cigarette smoke anywhere near me.

-idly toys with a knife because 1.) knives are a source of comfort and 2.) the perpetual risk of cutting my hand gives me a nice adrenaline boost-

i'd like to collect knives tbh? esp. the ornamental ones.

healthy coping mechanisms? what are those?

Knife, w hand for scale, which isn't saying much bc my hands aren't big:

that looks a lot more like a shiv than a knife.

tfw your dad drops the r slur. i'm just sitting here like. what the actual fucken hell.

Hahaha. It’s a folding pocket knife. Bought it for a measly five bucks. Flaking at the base of the blade, but, eh.

...wow that sucks and I’m glad that english is not my parents’ first language

but of course there are similar words in Taiwanese and Mandarin

folding pocket knives? interesting.

ngl it's just reminding me that my dad is a bit of an ass even if he is a nice person and not to idolize him.

Most pocket knives are capable of folding, or retracting.

Mhh. Yeah, I have parental issues too. I still haven’t been able to get rid of that little voice in the back of my mind going “your parents know best!” even though most of my brain knows they clearly don’t at times.