reblog if ur a fuckin piece of shit
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my sister made me dangan ronpa cookies :3
“For fear you will be alone
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all.”
Richard Brautigan; “For fear you will be alone” (via the-final-sentence)
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“I had long insisted upon interpreting the things that Fate forced me to do as victories of my own will and intelligence, and now this bad habit had grown into a sort of frenzied arrogance. In the nature of what I was calling my intelligence there was a touch of something illegitimate, a touch of the sham pretender who has been placed on the throne by some freak chance. This dolt of a usurper could not foresee the revenge that would inevitably be wreaked upon his stupid despotism. I passed the next year with vague and optimistic feelings. There were my law studies, perfunctorily performed, and my automatic goings and comings between university and home…
I was not paying attention to anything, nor was anything paying attention to me. I had acquired a worldly-wise smile like that of a young priest. I had the feeling of being neither alive nor dead. It seemed that my former desire for the natural and spontaneous suicide of death in war had been completely eradicated, and forgotten.
”
Yukio Mishima
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New trailer for Chapters, voiced by the White of the Kin (?).
The textures are kinda’ rough and the animations could use some polish oh who the hell cares. I’d play the game if it was nothing more than a text adventure.
Herbivore Male L4 Carnivore Female
The Kickstarter for Chapters is now live. Support old-school point & click adventure games, folks.
“Travel was once a means of being elsewhere, or of being nowhere. Today it is the only way we have of feeling that we are somewhere. At home, surrounded by information, by screens, I am no longer anywhere, but rather everywhere in the world at once, in the midst of a universal banality — a banality that is the same in every country. To arrive in a new city, or in a new language, is suddenly to find oneself here and nowhere else. The body rediscovers how to look. Delivered from images, it rediscovers the imagination.”
Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays on Extreme Phenomena, translated by James Benedict (via foxesinbreeches)
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