me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Gonna start random discourse now. Living in a two-story house is elitist. Moving to a foreign country is cultural appropriation. And stop saying something is “easy”, you are slutshaming the task