artemisstheartist

[artemisstheartist]

So the whole "You gotta learn to grow up" thing was really just bullshit huh I'm pretty functional in spite of still being a giant child.

[artemisstheartist]

Y'know it just occured to me, beyond some paperwork and general anxiety, there's almost nothing stopping me from moving out of America.

[artemisstheartist]

You ever just be so pan that you think everyone's too hot for you to handle and gaslight yourself into being ace

[artemisstheartist]

Throwback to when I was so unbelievably conflict adverse I preferred to delete my animal crossing islands on my switch over actually going in and having the villagers tell me how much they missed me.

Like that wasn't even conflict. I just dreaded the feeling of guilt the conversation would bring.

[artemisstheartist]

"But it's glowing!"

"It's radioactive, you idiot!"

"Behold my magic sword," said the hero. "That isn't magic," said the wizard. "It has runes on it," said the hero. "Those aren't runes—that's just chicken scratch," said the wizard. "But I've slain monsters," said the hero. "So it's still a sword. Nine times out of ten it's still gonna kill what you stab."

[artemisstheartist]

Life can be harder than any boss, make sure to buff up. I cast Instant 8 Hours of Sleep! I cast Permanent Hydration! I cast Self-Love and Forgiveness! And Lastly I cast Deflect Procrastination! I'd enchant your snacks but I don't know your dietary needs. Now go out there and do your best.

[artemisstheartist]

I feel like the thing that makes movie adaptations of video games special is that everyone has a game they want to see get new life and were witnessing the first domino's fall to allow that. For me it's a Fossil Fighters Saturday Morning Cartoon and a Fire Emblem anime where people die at the rate of the first season of Attack on Titan

Why the fuck are there numbers on my post get out of here

[artemisstheartist]

We've had y'all for so long. Consider, if you will:

Wy'all. A collective term including the user.

"This is an intervention, Joseph. Wy'all are worried about you, and wy'all're tired of pretending this is okay."

To pronounce it: I have 0 clue how phonetics work so just put the "w" at the front of the word as gently as you'd place a rose on your loves grave and figure it out from there.

[artemisstheartist]

The world is stacking Dominoes.

Watch your love, see how far it goes.

A rippling emotion on surface

How many rescued lives can your love purchase?

The World is stacking Dominoes.

To stoke your anger so it grows.

Let's the fires burn your heart,

And never dare tear others apart.

The world is stacking Dominoes

Against you. It isn't fair, it knows.

So many pieces meant to fall.

Tell me the point of it all.

The world is stacking Dominoes

Stay moving, don't dare linger.

The Dominoes are lined up far,

And you are the world's finger.

[artemisstheartist]

A Weed is Just a Plant No One Loves

Once, long ago, but not nearly long enough, I wrote to my friends what self-hatred was. I described it as a parasite burrowing into my chest. I told them that it felt like teeth were clenched around my heart. I supposed I was biased in some way, because it hurt. And day by day, that pain had grown until I had to let it out somehow, thus… I confessed to them. But now… I think differently. Not a parasite. Just another branch on the tree of my life. A thorny one, yes, but another branch nonetheless. It is just as much a part of me as anything else. For some time, I thought maybe I should burn it. Like kindling. Set ablaze the pain in my soul, and let the fire fuel me. Perhaps that’s what I wanted. A reason to burn. To blaze beautiful and bright in the sky like a star. I still do, in fact. But people don’t look at the stars because they burn. They look at them because they shine. I described them as teeth, once. But now I realize, I was wrong. They were roots. Roots growing deep to the bottom of my soul to draw every last ounce of strength. For the nutrients found in the rotten biles of rage and disappointment. The decaying bitterness of loneliness and fear, finally coalescing to a muddy self-reflection. The nutrients are stored, and ready. Leaves are beginning to sprout. I’m ready to finally bloom.

[artemisstheartist]

Never forget that "bad" creations and "good" creations are closer than you might ever realize. These were like 2 minutes apart from each other. One felt like a reminder that I still have 0 clue what I'm doing. The other... kinda gives me hope that maybe I'm shortchanging myself. Remember to give yourself the same forgiveness.

And laugh a little at your mistakes. Bc sometimes, beyond your effort, they might actually be quite funny.

[artemisstheartist]

Everyone talks about the Duolingo owl being nuts but I feel like we kinda glance over lLcy

This woman has countless audio recording devices all over the world in almost every country, questioning what peoples motives are, accusing them of being spies or smth else. I feel like, given that and the fact she speaks every language, she might be doing a bit of deflection. Hrmm.

[artemisstheartist]

Why are so few studios brave enough to turn a ballroom dress into military grade weaponry? Why tf wouldn't the nobility want access to the highest grade weaponry? Who wouldn't want to look gorgeous and be able to wipe a small hamlet off the map in 15 seconds (plus 30 minutes of reloading afterwards)

Does no one have taste?

[artemisstheartist]

The Pain of Love

There are those who, in this world, declare that love is pain. A bitter, cold, and heartless thought, repeated time and again. Flames run hot, this much is true, enough to end a life. And few things strike the back as sharp as the cold steel of a knife. Now, though the words carry a truth, the meaning yet rings hollow. The pain that love can bring is one of joy, not sorrow. The reason the lover is known as a boisterous, brazen buffoon. Is that the soul is filled with love, and grows like a balloon. Great and grand your heart does swell, until it's fit to burst. But that pain’s only a scant percentage of the worst. For the greatest pain of love is not so trivial in the least. Rather, that all the love you have may never be released. A craving deep inside you feel, to put it into words. But love, so fluid a thought, can never quite be heard. Your chest convulses, stomach turns, your heart ties and knots. Just to squeeze out all the love and form it into thoughts. The pain of love needs no remorse, and remember this as such: The pain of love is that no one will ever know how much.

[artemisstheartist]

I think I'm going to want for the impossible a bit extra today.

I'm not just dreaming to own a house. I want a house with a basement and attic that DOESNT have severe mold and asbestos issues.

[artemisstheartist]

Fuck man we need to stop pressuring game releases. So many games I love would've been so much better if they were given another year, hell, another 6 months of time. Or even the same time but more chances for people to step away and take breaks and look at the project from a fresh perspective

At this point my only concern about a games release is "will I be alive long enough to play it."

[artemisstheartist]

"Welcome to the Stressed-Out Spittoon, how anxious are ya?"

"I'm afraid of saying negative things about AI no matter how evilly it's used because what if that's considered racist in 30 years when AI officially gains sentience and Identity." "... Jesus Christ, alright, head on in."