drinking a liquid that allows you to remember a great and terrible war where a lot of your friends died, yet the first thing out of your mouth when you come to is:
I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD. THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”
i cant believe its daylight savings time and i havent seen the “hello its me your cousin oskaar from iceland” video on my dash yet you are all slackers
i guess i have to do all the work around here dont i
me, staring into space with an expression of utter and absolute fucking desolation: anyone remember how vriska killed aradia at the urging of a manipulative child predator and because aradia had reanimated the spirits of vriska’s victims as a visceral reminder of her ongoing childhood trauma. or how even then vriska was willing to just learn to live with that all the time before she laid a finger on her friend
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