(I didn't make these)
My ex got them for me lol
Hello, Im Falestine from Gaza🍉🍉. . Im married and have son his name yousef , i born him in war.
Sorry if I am harassing you asking for help, I am extremely embarrassed and embarrassed of trying to ask for help.
I simply don’t want to die, I want to live I want to give Yousef a better life. Help me to escape Gaza
I lost apart of my family😭, my home, and everything I own. We are living in difficult circumstances. I hope you can help me by donating even a simple thing orو publishing 🙏🙏
My campaign was vetted by 90ghost🫂
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boost!
why dio people hate it?
i want more vampire stories except they're from the Deep South and Appalachia with southern accents
I'm falling down a rabbit hoke where I want to draw random shit from when I hyper-fixate momentarily on a singular topic. The main two (2) being.
Watership Down- you know that book by Richard Adams about rabbits having existential crisises and dealing with (from their pov) other-worldly problems? Yeah that.
Creepypasta Stuff (Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ticci Tobi, etc.)
Like it's actually getting so bad right now.
2. Question: Do you think Dexter (the serial killer from the late 90s - early 00s tv series) ever stayed up or woke up at night and thought about how his brother (the Ice Box Killer) was dating/doing his sister?
Like do you think he ever processes how that worked out? Cuz Debbie is his adopted sister and that makes her related to the Ice Box Killer by proxy.
Like that's actually so weird, do you think he ever thought about that?
Nice to meet ya?
Who could you be?
I am injury
No, you aren't
You make the choice to be
But I am!
(No)
I AM
(NO)
Dopamine
If it keeps you from killing yourself it's not stupid. This applies to anything btw.
"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
Looking at you @deathcabforkralie 🫵🏾👁️👁️
marble hornets is great because it asks the important questions. like what would happen if you gave a film major a real working gun
I feel like we should talk abt the victimhood of Alex Kralie as a character.
Ngl, your mom (w/ no offense given) uses the same logic as my friend's mom.
Didn't let him + his brother watch Spongebob because it was 'innapropriate' BUT STILL LET THEM WATCH FAMILY GUY of all things
like c'mon now (ToT)
Fun fact:
the reason our mother blocked us from watching SpongeBob was because she found it "obnoxious" (what she called on par with Caillou and Barney *things she found obnoxious, to be fair we also hold distaste for those shows... they never clicked with us...* ) and so she didn't let us watch it. Oh, and also apparently we did have access to it, she just hid it from us because she didn't want us to watch it.
She didn't want us to watch something because she found it annoying.
Loser, 17, probably acoustic. Bunch of stuff that the lizard in my head screams out from time to time.
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