* HAVE WE SEEN THE ACTUAL REALITY OF A MONSTROUS CRIME, OR MERELY AN ILLUSION, THE PRODUCT OF A TORTURED

do you eat cheese for breakfast rat boy

I don't eat breakfast. Closest I get to breakfast is the spiders that crawl down my throat while I sleep

started playing y7

my ecological romance

whatever. go my noelle

Here's what you're gonna do: You're gonna die the first time, it happens to everyone. Same with the second time. On the Third time he's gonna start attacking you in the middle of his opening speil, after the words: Bird's are singing. You're gonna memorize his attacks and keep Fighting him. It's the only way to continue the dialog. If you don't keep him talking, you're gonna run outta healing items before you even get to the halfway point

he's like a patron saint to me

When I was little I wanted to be Italian REALLT badly bc I loved the movie cars and specifically had a crush on this fucking THING

Which doesn’t speak English at all, all it’s line are in Italian and it’s name is GUIDO. And everyone knew I was obsessed with Italy in elementary school but they didn’t know why bc I, even as a young autistic child, had the sense to know this was a rightfully so, highly mockable thing. So I would read about cars on IMDB and then one day someone posted a crackfic on the message boards there and it was about this guy getting drunk and beating his wife, and it snapped me out of my fugue long enough to realize how absurd wanting to be Italian was, but then it made me cry really hard and my parents were like ‘hey what the fuck’ and I didn’t have the chutzpah to admit anything so I told them I saw a naked lady online and then they went into the computer and found all the weird south park midi songs I downloaded on lime wire and I thought they were literally going to kill me for about two weeks.

Kris in the 2000s emo art style