You Actually Have To THINK To Win In Chess??? Insane

you actually have to THINK to win in chess??? insane

guys fr be basing their whole personality on one of these

i was born a beast, which is a danger to oneself; this is why i have to put it to sleep along with wild flowers under the dusty snow of medicine. however, sometimes i wonder: what if i can feel the true taste of life in the spring, when the beast and the wild flowers are awakened; when my teeth are white and bare and tearing tissues; when my scream echoes up a staircase; when jealousy turns me into a witch with pale face, locks sticking to the wet forehead, and eyes sharper than a dagger? what if the salt of my tears is the taste of life's blood?

my mind is a highland nunnery, and, like in every nunnery, there's a devil hiding in between the bell ringings. in the morning the air smells painfully clear on the edge of a cliff.

the mountain peaks should always be covered with snow to prevent this primal insanity from descending and making me drunk on the taste of it.

why is it always either 'daddy issues' or 'mommy issues'. why can't it be both. like... lots of issues

i'm a wild furious intense electric maniacal beast (i'm caffeinated)

i'm sick of 'psychologists' on tiktok implying that people pleasers are manipulators using social acceptance to get high on dopamine. why am i supposed to feel guilty for growing up in an unpredictable environment & being constantly tired bc of hypervigilance & feeling like i have to be nice to stay safe which is lowkey stockholm syndrome. such a slut for dopamine