TrashSalamander

Maybe I'm damaged, but I low-key miss hearing voices in my head.

I haven't really had any fun conversations in a while...

Always happy to see your art!
Love a good bat based character. They always look so cool. I also just really love bats though...

If I ever found out what the voice I do when talking to my dogs sounds like I would walk into the woods never to be seen again.

Would love to be an eccentric creative.
Just being fucking weird while making art for others to enjoy.

Unfortunately I have no talent :/

Every rainy Fall day, I have to mentally prepare myself for a crunchless journey.

You know that awkward shuffle you do when you're in front of someone so you both try to move out of the way and become synchronized dancers for a second?

Well I eventually stopped moving out of the way, I just trust the other person to avoid me.

I'm not sure if that makes me an asshole or a sub...

Sitting on the toilet with your phone for 30 minutes is oddly gender affirming, ngl.

I have enough social intelligence to notice when I've made the situation awkward, but I do not have enough to do anything about it.

Maybe this makes me a bad person, and it definitely makes me spineless but I stand by it:

I think a lot can be excused if you serve enough cunt.

Anyone who plays ZA should understand. I won't be taking questions.

"She's so self-centered, but what a beautiful self to be centered around."

Flipped my pillow and the bitch was cool af.

These are the little wonders of life that keep me from fucking ending it <3

You ever make a bad decision, process that it's a bad decision, and then just do it anyway?

Like others verbally acknowledged that I shouldn't have done something, and then I go do it again.

There might not be much hope for me...

I once yassified a spider to get over my fear of it.

I just started talking about how she slays and is an arachnid icon any time I saw her.

It worked so well I was upset when she disappeared.

The fun thing about being crazy is that you can warp your reality by just pretending until it feels real.

My friend was complaining to me about problems with some people in their life, and I'm still pissed off on their behalf.

Like a legitimate frustration at these people who I have never actually met.

Is this what empathy feels like?

I don't know if I like it...

No I'm not crashing out stfu.

Shiny hunting despite being an incredibly impatient individual is my own personal form of self-harm.

If I had to put a label to my gender identity, I'd say I'm sort of a transjester.

My gender is whatever would be funniest at the time.

I was cleaning a mirror, and I spit on it like I was spit shining it?

Like I had a spray bottle of cleaner and cloth. There was no reason for that.

I literally did it, stared at it for a second, and then wiped the spit off...

Why did I do that?

This house is a fucking prison

I just wanted my MVP Excadrill to get recognition, not to be reminded of how much of a dumbass I am.

BRO I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA USE HER GOVERNMENT NAME

Protagonists are just built different.

Faced with even a hint of conflict and I need a Capri Sun and a cigarette.

Right now I do nothing but play ZA and be mentally ill, so you know I got some feelings.

Maybe I'm just jaded, but for the first time, I wish NPCs pulled their weight more...

Like bro I think that Mega Barbaracle dislocated my shoulder and y'all got me rolling for my life not 5 minutes later.

Posting to me is just like keeping a journal of my random thoughts and such, I just also happen to leave said journal open on the table for anyone to see.

Making a fool of myself online is my craft, and I never had any dignity to begin with so I'm not that worried.

Whenever I play ZA, I make a point to take a café photo with any shinies I either hunted or just kinda fw.

My brain doesn't produce enough serotonin and this is what happens.

It may be a bundle of pixels, but that Swirlix is my lifeline, man...
#pokemon

I just went to the kitchen to grab a spoon to eat my yogurt, came back and realized I already had a spoon, and then proceeded to use neither spoon as I just sorta drank the yogurt like a recently divorced dad.

I don't even know anymore.

Why don’t ‘chu pika up some bitches?

Bro, Statistics is like the Eldritch Horror of math.
The more I think about it the more confused I get.

It frightens me.

Bro I hate when people bless me after I sneeze.
Not for like hater reasons, but I have such bad allergies I know I'm just gonna sneeze again so this is an endless cycle you're gonna get trapped in.
Don't fall to my level.
Just let me suffer alone.

I desire to be both silly and hateful.
I wish to upset everyone.
The town jester.
I may have poisoned the well, but have you seen the little bells on my hat?

I don't think I need to elaborate.