I love Elder Scroll games, because we all start playing them like: “LET’S EXPLORE THE VASTNESS OF THIS IMMENSE MAP AND EVERYTHING IT HAS TO OFFER!” But, soon, it degrades to: “HA, HA! I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF I USE THE CONSOLE COMMANDS TO CLONE SEVEN THOUSAND WHEELS OF CHEESE AND SEND THEM DOWN THIS MOUNTAIN!”
I read smut before bed like it’s a fucking bedtime story
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
one day i will escape from this website
[AGGRESSIVELY AVOIDS USING HEALING ITEMS TO SAVE THEM FOR BOSS BATTLES.]
[AGGRESSIVELY FORGETS TO USE HEALING ITEMS DURING BOSS BATTLES.]
bae: hey u wanna come over? ;)
me: can’t im selling dwarven crafts
bae: my parents aren’t home
me: they’re fine dwarven crafts. direct. from. orzammar.
"text me when you get home" means "i love you, be safe."