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The Super NES is still my favorite console. Used to have Super Metroid, Link to the Past, Gradius III, and Yoshi's Island on constant repeat.

I may honestly end up playing my SNES Classic this evening.

#OnThisDayInGaming! 🎂

The SNES turns 34 today in North America! What are some of your favorite games for the system?

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Brings back memories to when I was about 12. My neighbor had an old NES plugged up in his grandmother's basement. We used to take turns seeing how far we could get on this one in particular.

🎮

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"Treat your body like a temple"

That's all fine and dandy, but when you're filled to the absolute brim with self-hatred, it's kinda hard to do anything in regards to self care.

Looking in the mirror and being like, "Yeah, that's what this pile of shit needs. Stained-glass windows..."

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I struggle with this daily.

Tim Han Reviews : Choosing what’s best for you is not selfish; it’s essential. Don’t feel guilty for taking care of yourself. 💖✨ - Credits to Success Insider

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“Maturity is when you stop complaining and making excuses and start making changes.”

— Roy Bennett

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“Blowing out someone else’s candle doesn’t make yours shine any brighter.”

— Unknown

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As my first Halsey album, I'm so stoked to have a visual component to go along with my auditory journey.

the new "gasoline" music video by @tiredandlonelymuse is exactly what i've been trying to say. because yes. yes i am still leaning on the same vices of ten years ago. yes i am obsessively trying to constellate the stars of my past with the help of hindsight. yes i do wish i could revisit the people i have hurt and used and loved and lost so i could try to explain myself one more time. yes i am reaching out across the grime-streaked table to scream through the decade at a chained and desolate version of myself. yes i have the key now. yes i am going to do something. so it only makes sense that i have to keep running.

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Would someone have every other painting in the museum removed just so that theirs is the only one that can be seen

So that the drab and lifeless kindergarten project that they are can only be viewed without the juxtaposition of another creation

"Look at this! He's the best there is!"

Meanwhile, the viewer has nothing to compare it to.

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“But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.”

— Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

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“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.”

— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

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i have hired this fucking thing to stare at you

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Communication is everything.

“Distance doesn’t separate people. Silence does.”

— Jeff Hood

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“I’ll hear you for a thousand of times, and I’ll listen to you for the rest of my life.”

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Feel this down to my core

I sit across from myself in the mirror

And wonder if I’ll ever truly love who I see

If that person staring back at me

Is even capable of such a thing

My body grows and changes

Stretching and shrinking

Blemishing, fading

But my heart turns sour

My insides corrode

My mind feels love

But is my body capable of holding it?

Is there space for these chemicals to go?

Or will I turn everything rotten?

Will the gentle touch of my fingertips spread

My decay to one who doesn’t deserve it?

In my pursuit of love

Can I ever

Will I ever

Truly be able to hold it in the palm of my hand

Can it caress my skin the way it yearns to be

Can it make me feel whole?

But perhaps I am a bottomless pit

I’ll claw and fight and spit

Dragging you and everything else down with me

In the name of love

In the name of my selfish desires

And, perhaps, unfortunately

I will continue to love not knowing if I should

Eyes blindfolded and chest wide open

Bleeding and beating

So everyone can gaze upon my rot

To weigh it against a feather

And determine my fate

To decide if I deserve that relief

That Holy chemical sensation

Of which my decaying flesh craves