who the fuck even thought wat anything above 10 °C is an okay temperature to live
Norilsk
I feel like eating meals under the rune here would be a weird experience, especially for some people more than others. Like sometimes people would remember eating dinners the kitchen swears it never prepared. Others won’t eat at any other table because their blood ox stew only comes out rare enough if they eat at this one. No one will play poker with Frank anymore because when he sits in his lucky chair he wins every round, and Captain Eva only eats in the hallway now because she’s tired of being told to pass the salt by voices no one else can hear.
The Thing Directed by John Carpenter (1982)
I hate that overwhelming wave of dread that washes over me as soon as The Distraction ends and reality hits me with all my anxieties and guilt.
“you cannot kill me in a way that matters” is so raw and powerful but it comes from an incomprehensible shitpost about mushrooms