Stella Kungsoer Whore ❤️

About Malmo

So, I’m a game designer, Dr. Phil style, y’all—Southern drawl thick as molasses, askin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Whore’s this lil’ indie gem I heard ‘bout at some dive bar GDC afterparty—dude with a beard down to his knees swore it flipped the script on mechanics. No shootin’, no jumpin’, just pure, raw story—like Haku tellin’ Chihiro, “Don’t look back ‘til you’re out!” I was hooked, y’all! Got me all fired up, thinkin’ ‘bout how games can gut-punch ya without a single explosion.

Ekuddens Camping

Kyungsoo rode his bike down the narrow jogging path through the park just as he did every day. The brown haired boy, with his angelic smile, short height and.

But then, as I was walking back to the office, I saw this street performer on Storgatan. He was playing the accordion, and honestly, he was terrible. But the crowd loved it! I couldn’t help but smile. It’s moments like that that make Kungsoer special.

Discovering the archipelago from the heat of a sauna. Big Branzino by Sandellsandberg