the girl who is comfy in bed yearns to be On The Computer. The girl who is On The Computer yearns to be comfy in bed. Thus does desire become the root of all suffering
the show (going out to get groceries. making myself a nice dinner. showering and opening the windows. being kind to myself in everything i do) Must go on
i’m not gonna name names but i recently started playing an online squad shooter with one of my beautiful mutuals and after TWO FULL DAYS of playing humble while clutching SITUATION after SITUATION in pvp she decides to CASUALLY let slip that she has over SEVEN HUNDRED HOURS logged in a fucking AIM TRAINER. she is clicking on the fucking worry crease on these dudes’ foreheads 100 shots out of 100 and the only person more mind-blown than them is me. i’m literally just there to provide a second target and maybe some covering fire while she just BEAMS dudes in the CORTEX i am WEAK WITH ARDOR
do you know how good you have to be at a video game to solo two dudes, say “gg” in a girl voice, and have them say back “yeah that was clean gg” DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD YOU HAVE TO SON A MAN TO HAVE HIM RESPECT YOU ON CHAT
before she told me it was just two days of me like, spotting a guy and tagging him with my first shot and she, facing the OTHER DIRECTION, whEELS around and puts EVERY SHOT DIRECTLY ON HIS SCALP like she’s giving him fucking HAIR PLUGS and me going “jesus christ that’s jason bourne”
