Anyways hi! Here’s some basic info:
Dni: terfs, racists, sexists, pedophiles, homophobes, transphobes, exclusionists, etc
I just thought of a joke I want to tell but its literally not even funny
will you still love me when my jokes don't land
me: babe was it good for you
the roman centurion I invited to spend the night: veni
sometimes you dont eat fruit for awhile and then you eat some fruit and you're like oh fuck its fruit
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source: my feelings and what i think is true
works cited: organs in my ribcage
makes you imagine the sound of a bowling ball striking pins
This counts as a spell.
if someone asked me “What color is your heart today? Why?” instead of “how are you” I would murder them in cold blood.
Hi welcome to chickfila whate lies do you find yourself believing
Good news for you, this August 23rd.
It’s that time of year again.
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Guess what today is?
"You don't just see things in black and white. Sometimes, you've just gotta blur the edges."
oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.
call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.
text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.
emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.
Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.
You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."
Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.
You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.
You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."
them in a nutshell:
(Unless Hori wants him to yell at her but in those cases it’s not really arguing more like foreplay lmao)
Is your surname pepper
i have been airdropping this image to random people at the cure concert but theyre all declining it…
“I like to think we would find each other in any universe”
AB DEFGHI KLMNO R T V XY
18/26
man inflation's hittin hard