Local Cryptid

Keez wtf does that mean

Man on a local news street interview: The earth is a resort for like 500 rich people and the rest of us are just the staff.

This shit hits like a sledgehammer right now. It's not even remotely an exaggeration.

This is great advice! Thank you for the tip.

Long time DND DM and I'm going to run my first daggerheart one shot next Thursday. If anyone has any tips I would really appreciate it.
#daggerheart #ttrpg

I'M GONNA BE KING OF THE PIRATES

This twink better be a cac

To the folks who will get or are being hit by the storm, you probably got water and bread and whatnot but...did you: * run the dishwasher and get everything clean * get disposable (and hopefully compostable) dishware? * get all your laundry done before the power kicks out? * check on your elderly neighbors and their plans? * batteries for flashlights if you don't have generators * those heat thingies that go in your gloves and boots if you're snowboarding? * come up with a plan for pets like reptiles or birds? Stay safe!

MY BALL

Sitting here screwing around on my phone instead of going to bed on time because sometimes I need to feel joy instead of being responsible.

Never again

I honestly just like the silly jokes you come up with and illustrate

Sometimes I'm getting ready for work and I end up thinking to myself "I have a book to be writing, I have charity work to be thinking about, I have amazing friends to be spending time with, why tf do I have to be thinking about inventory numbers???" and this shit really is so unfair.

No I get it cuz that statement makes me want to say mean things that I'm not going to type out.

Bro what is this

TO THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO DIE Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here-through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green's your color. You are Spring.

This poem by Gwendolyn Brooks continues to be an anchor on hard days.

Ones purple

a bunny holding a spiked morning star by lily seika jones text: we must remain whimsical to survive the horrors of this world

HANG UP YOUR FALCHION, TODAY YOU WILL BATTLE THE THOUGHTS THAT WOULD STEAL OUR JOY. AND YOU WILL WIN.

I always just thought it was some kind of stylistic choice. I like that its blushes

this is the guy who wants an AI Dead Nan

THE MERCHANT

God that was my first console. Pikachu and all. The nostalgia

Does anyone else get that cuteness aggression feeling over really cute sappy romance? Cuz sometimes I end up wiggling and have the urge to squeeze something when a romance gets too cute.