invoicemeforthemicrophone:

orsonwelles:

wes anderson is kinda like the acoustic version of quentin tarantino???

i don’t know why but this makes sense

j-moriarty:

pun-crock:

poppunklovesongs:

knee-say:

"I loved you, always.”

going to comment a little on this game: the overseeing voice talks as if it owns you, and defies your free will. if you follow its orders, you are praised, and the worldview becomes sharper and more detailed. if you don’t, you are chastised, and the world becomes more vague and difficult to navigate, but also more colourful and loud. it’s odd, and sort of eerie, but definitely interesting. take it as you will.

That was a damn weird/ damn good game

i understand the point of the game, but im just really bad at playing it to the point where instead of appreciating the point of it i got really pissed because i couldn’t jump over the barbs and stuff and i died over and over and over

simpusimpu:

poor Martha

simpusimpu:

poor Martha