Is it bad that I would possibly give it a bit?

Like, I’m fucked either way. Who knows, maybe I’ll make it for another sleep cycle, and the last thing I’ll see will be those fragments further scattered. Something pretty, as the liquid in my eyes begins to rapidly boil.

Sleep doesn’t mean leaving us. We can be with you in your dreams. We can be with you in every thought.

There is no leaving. You are one of us.

Well, when one of us uses them, dolphins get trapped.

I’m just helping protect the dolphins.

Shit, I need water.

Thanks, random meme, I completely forgot.

When will it be time? Time for them to take my love, my anger, and all of my sorrow?

Depends on the mood.

Just a lazy day? Talk shit about the swamp.

Hist wants to expand the swamps a bit? Talk 'em up, and when people come, show them why the Oblivion Gates of Blackmarsh were closed so quickly.

Man has spent enough time laying down the rules. He’s tired, and this is an issue close to his heart.

Go vote, or Everett True will fucking kill you.

Hey, he’s got Hi-Tops on, at least. Keep that ankle stiff if he rolls it bustin’ a sick trick.

Women who performed a risque(for the time) dance known as the Can-Can. Ever seen cartoons of four women in a line kicking their legs up? That’s what’s being referenced.

Cut two pie tins so they can be joined, put crusts in both, fill crusts with desired fruits, carefully break the crusts so they can meet, top as desired, bake.

Right looks like a blackberry cobbler.

Still trying to figure out how to punch someone through the Internet.

The spirit lives on.

If you can Raiden your sword, don’t let this picture stop you.

Hold that sword with your foot. Do big spins, and swap which foot midair. You can hold a sword with your foot. You are your own master now.

I didn’t realize pelicans had figured out how to type. The last time I tried to teach them, they ate the keyboard.

My father frequently used “That’s low on the scrotum pole” for an issue he didn’t care about. I’ve been thinking about this for a terrifyingly long time.

Draw faces, and have them positioned by importance.

I’ve played too much Gaige. It’s now instinct to rebind my reload key to somewhere far, far away from everything else, no matter what game I play.

Why, yes, I do hate myself, what gave it away?

First, abandon your spoon. You only need a fork and a tac-knife.

Second, kill and eat at least one of every species you come across, and rank how delicious it is.

Third, get in the box. You can think. In the box. You’ll feel free. In the box. Everything is better… In the box.

Fourth, stock up on glowing mushrooms. They’ll recharge your batteries.

No cares, no worries, no thoughts. Just a nice, cool bed of moss and the countless bits of life that make up the decomposition process.

A final bit of everlasting peace.

That also takes dedicating a good chunk of time to practice.

Backpacks are also an option. It’s been my preference, also handy if I need to lug anything larger around for some reason.

Bonus points: Lotta space to put pins for decoration. Downside: Damn, enamel pins get expensive.

I didn’t realize “beefed” had a meaning like that. Funny how usage changes.

My brain immediately goes to someone busting their ass after messing up a skateboard trick.