So last night I got drunk and played Skyrim
I’m still torn on whether this is the greatest thing I’ve ever done or the stupidest.
Rest in peace, Oberyn Martell, a pansexual man of color who defined himself entirely through the relationships he had to the women in his life.
A man who loved his sister and loved to sass so much he couldn’t figure out TO STAY OUT OF FUCKING ARM’S REACH OF THE MOUNTAIN ARE YOU INSANE
In New Zealand our drinking age is 18 but the drink driving tolerance for under 20s is zero and my friend who’s a cop said he gets great pleasure out of breathalising sober under 20 year olds and watching the terror fill their face as he tells them they’re 10 times over the legit drinking limit cause ten times zero is still zero
nothing fucked me up more than hearing the line “now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest” in mr brightside and REALIZING THAT SICK AND CHEST DON’T RHYME… ….SH E’S NOT TOUCHIGN HIS CHEST…..
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.