you new-found wealth has caused many of the people around you to grow jealous and covetous, putting a serious strain on your personal relationships leading to many cases of betrayal and heartbreak.
I had a couple of random ideas abut that. one of them was to start a chain of game-stores, like geek-retreat but without the overwhelming incompetence. I don't of any chain-stores like that in the U.S. so I feel like it's something that could work fairly well. I've also thought about getting a tea/coffee farm and selling really high-quality tea/coffee products.
i'd like to imagine that i would have founded a successful business by then. more realistically, probably in a management position at some store chain. either case, i'd still be living with my parents, though possibly it will be in a mobile home right next to them.
You will never be a real elf. You have no knife-ears, you have no supernatural grace, you have no immortality. You are an ordinary man twisted by folklore and delusions into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your gracelessness behind closed doors.
Elfs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of living have allowed elfs to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even humans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a elf. Your ear structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk elf to your feast, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected mortal heart.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
idk if there's a specific name for what i think, but it's somewhere within the confines of liberal democracy and nationalism. i once took a political ideology test that matched me up with Pancasila, the official political ideology of Indonesia, which does check a lot of boxes wit me, though more on paper than in reality.
prove her wrong, don't eat the soup.
wow, she's a good singer. sounds little nuts though.
looks like a baby-tooth that got yanked out to me.
it's a breed of chicken. very fluffy, bones good for soups, got an extra digit or two on their feet.
dude, he was clearly just a fairy. you do believe in fairies don't you?
you new-found wealth has caused many of the people around you to grow jealous and covetous, putting a serious strain on your personal relationships leading to many cases of betrayal and heartbreak.
i wish i get quads.
f6e
I had a couple of random ideas abut that. one of them was to start a chain of game-stores, like geek-retreat but without the overwhelming incompetence. I don't of any chain-stores like that in the U.S. so I feel like it's something that could work fairly well. I've also thought about getting a tea/coffee farm and selling really high-quality tea/coffee products.
i'd like to imagine that i would have founded a successful business by then. more realistically, probably in a management position at some store chain. either case, i'd still be living with my parents, though possibly it will be in a mobile home right next to them.
You will never be a real elf. You have no knife-ears, you have no supernatural grace, you have no immortality. You are an ordinary man twisted by folklore and delusions into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your gracelessness behind closed doors.
Elfs are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of living have allowed elfs to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even humans who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a elf. Your ear structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk elf to your feast, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected mortal heart.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
don't
by browsing other websites
i usually just find something interesting and then post it here for others to see.
just delete the image bro, it's not that hard
not again
thanks, i thought it was pretty good too.
this is what the average /ck/ cook is like.
whatever third-party candidate that's available on the ballot and seems best to me at the time. just gotta remember to get registered in time.
idk
500 years. should be enough time to experience everything i want to.
beary nice
idk if there's a specific name for what i think, but it's somewhere within the confines of liberal democracy and nationalism. i once took a political ideology test that matched me up with Pancasila, the official political ideology of Indonesia, which does check a lot of boxes wit me, though more on paper than in reality.
actually, i think he was planning to make the horse a consul
inside of you are two wolves;
one of them is a pair of shoes on a road
the other is a white woman