1. can gaslight friends and loved ones by constantly “checking the time” 2. can set the time to whatever you want including funny times like 5:00 and 4:20
there is little more british than grave robbing i’m not sure what to tell you. as for the appeal, consider the innate proclivities towards divadom endemic to homosexuality… ahhh yes. my mother (biological) put me onto the first of many mothers (figurative). used to plug in another controller and let me convince myself i was doing shit. her cone bra built nations. i thought i was going to be a game designer before anything else. she’s the beyoncé of video games and her IP holders need to remember that
I have a miserable relationship with my corporeal form but very little else in the world can cut through that like singing does. It’s a such a physical and embodied practice, forces you to be so present within yourself but so free. At its best it feels like flying and at its worst it provides the impetus for self improvement. It’s one of the only things I love doing just for me. Which feels ironic somehow
