um monty what are you doing?
Gamers: Hehe… I’m gonna trick old man Nook by making these weeds into a leaf umbrella and selling them back to him
Tom Nook: …t-that’s not a trick. You put work into it, you put labor into the creation and thus its value increased. Has Capitalism deceived you so that you know not your own labor has value?
Gamers: Hehe… he’ll never suspect a thing…
my existence is based on a variety of soups
The younger generations aren’t here to mess around
Suicide notes and love letters are terrifyingly similar.
They both contain a sense of finality in them.
They both have a feeling of hesitation from fear and anxiety.
They are both written by hands of a body with a heart beating dangerously erratic or disturbingly steady.
They are both confessions of lost souls wanting for more.
What do I do when I can’t handle silence but any and all noise is Too Much
How to remember ACTUAL information and not just random trivia about my current hyperfixation