Autumn drops like a Steph Curry floater, bringing with it obsessive checking of the NBA tip-off calendar, seasonal allergies, and SPIRITUAL CONTAGIONS wait what
Matt dips into the extras and stares up at the stars.
We sit on this couch and have a long chat about what we’ve done and what we’re doing about it.
Enjoy this calm and simple thumbnail that absolutely isn’t hiding seventy minutes of anxiety attacks.
The answers are not written in the stars, no matter how much I wish that they were.
Hello everyone and welcome to the season of Summer! It’s certainly not an icy disaster outside, no sir! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the sacrifices are bleeding, and the people are worried and not penitent enough. Let’s get this show on the road.
In the middle of the night / And every night is the same / I go and hurt all my friends / Down by the river of pain
I feel like this is the only game where the “forever alone” ending would be the good one.