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I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girl… In there. Couldn’t she breathe? Why didn’t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. “Shh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!” But she wouldn’t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldn’t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasn’t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. I’ll save one for real next time, I swear.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.
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The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.
Things to Remember thespacegoat: • Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it. • Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad. • CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL • Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel. • Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there. • Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover. • Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it • Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick. • If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it. • If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kıll the bacteria. • Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel. • Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas. • Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https:// • Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking. • Pick a flavour of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test. • Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft. • Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster. • Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out. • Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier. • Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either. • Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat. • The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes. • Use hydrogen peroxide to remove bľood stains from clothing. • When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks. • When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy. • When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it. • When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.
r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.
Tumblr | 10/6/2014 | 7:44pm | DO YOU? meeplol: Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of tortur͘e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident. Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?
Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.
Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.
The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.
ғɪsʜɴᴇᴛsᴀɴᴅɴɪᴄᴏᴛɪɴᴇ 2014 ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟs ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ɪᴛs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ ᴇʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴜʀɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇ ᴀ ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴇssᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟs 👽🌿 ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪɢʜ ᴡᴀɪsᴛᴇᴅ sᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴊᴇᴀɴs ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅʀᴇssᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴢᴇᴅ 'ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ' sᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅɪɢᴀɴs ғɪsʜɴᴇᴛs ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛɪɢʜᴛs (ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ) ᴘʟᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ/ sᴋᴀᴛᴇʀ sᴋɪʀᴛs (ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, ᴍᴀʀᴏᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴀɪᴅ) ᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴢᴇᴅ ʙᴀɴᴅ sʜɪʀᴛs (ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏs, ᴊᴏʏ ᴅɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪʀᴠᴀɴᴀ) ᴄʀᴏᴘ ᴛᴏᴘs sᴛʀɪᴘᴇᴅ sʜɪʀᴛs (ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ) ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇɴɪᴍ ʜɪɢʜ ᴡᴀɪsᴛᴇᴅ sʜᴏʀᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀɴɴᴇʟs! ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀs! ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇɴɪᴍ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ɢʀɪᴅ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ғᴏʀ ʜᴏʟᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʜɪɢʜ sᴏᴄᴋs ᴅᴏᴄ ᴍᴀʀᴛᴇɴs (ʙᴏᴏᴛs ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴄᴜᴛ) ᴠᴀɴs ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘᴇʀs ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs/ ʜᴀɪʀ/ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇssʏ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴜɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪᴄᴏɴɪᴄ ʙʀᴀɪᴅs ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʀs sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʟᴇsᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴀᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇʟɪɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ᴍᴀsᴄᴀʀᴀ, ᴏʀ ᴍᴇssʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ/ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴇʏᴇsʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, sᴍᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇʟɪɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘsᴛɪᴄᴋ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴀɪʟ ᴘᴏʟɪsʜ (ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ) ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ᴄʜᴜɴᴋʏ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪɴɢs ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏs ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs sᴋʏ ғᴇʀʀᴀʀɪᴀ ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴀʏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴅɪᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ʟᴏʀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ɴɪʀᴠᴀɴᴀ ᴛʜᴇ 1975 ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴛɪғs ᴀʟɪᴇɴs ʙᴏxᴇᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ/ ʙʟᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ/ ᴠᴏss ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴘʜᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴠ sʜᴏᴡs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀʀɪᴀ, sᴋɪɴs ᴜᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғʟᴀsʜ/ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀᴏɪᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ sᴜᴄᴄᴜʟᴇɴᴛs ᴠɪɴʏʟs ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴜɴɢʟᴀssᴇs ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs ᴇᴍᴏᴊɪs: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿
Swim at Your Own Risk In 1985, a guest at a pool party found after he drowned in the deep end of the pool. The party was for lifeguards who were celebrating a season without any drownings. ✨ Victim at Lifeguards' Party Jerome Moody was found on the bottom at the deep end of a department pool as the party ended. Mr. Moody, who was 31 years old, was not a lifeguard, but four lifeguards were on duty at the party.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago GuyAwks Take Her Swimming on the First Date Fake lips, fake eyelashes, fake brows, fake complexion, fake curves and fake hair. All that and no wonder blokes don’t trust women nowadays. I ring the doorbell and my date answers, looking just as stunning as when I’d asked her out at the pub. Anthea is a Mediterranean beauty, dark blondie hair framing her bandage dress, her olive skin radiant. But that’s just how she looks. Me and my mates know looks can be deceiving. The amount of foundation some of these stuck-up birds in our neighbourhood trowel on is atrocious. Who gave them the idea that vain cakefaces are what guys dig? Everyone always jokes about how, if you don’t want to wake up next to a 2, you need to take her swimming first. Well, I’m not joking tonight. “Where are we heading?” Anthea coyly asks from my passenger seat. “I hope I’m not overdressed.” “Hmm” I reply. “I was thinking we could take a walk by the shore, sit on the pier and...just relax.” “Sure, that sounds like a nice first date! Just...no swimming okay?” Typical princess, I think smugly as I nod. What Miss Perfect doesn’t know is that I’m actually planning a midnight dip in the sea for her. It’ll be the ultimate gag— of an ice queen melting after I’ve tossed her off the pier. “Tonight was wonderful, Alfie” Anthea swoons to me later that evening, dangling her legs over the jetty. Now it’s finally showtime. Interlocking my fingers with hers, I suddenly send the two of us lurching into the water. As I surface, I expect to see running mascara and waterlogged extensions. Indeed, my date’s form is beginning to melt away. But what I’m glimpsing is...skin shedding into scales...fingers melding into webbed claws. I can only tread water as the woman metamorphosizes into a serpentine monster before my eyes. Whatever illusion this creature had going, seawater has clearly broken it—and Anthea is not happy. “We could have had so much more fun together” she hisses, incensed. “This is premature.” With that, the sea siren viciously seizes me and drags me underneath the waves, her voice echoing on as water fills my lungs. “I only take men to sea on the last date.”
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f̲i̲s̲h̲n̲e̲t̲s̲a̲n̲d̲n̲i̲c̲o̲t̲i̲n̲e̲ 2̲0̲1̲4̲ g̲r̲u̲n̲g̲e̲ e̲s̲s̲e̲n̲t̲i̲a̲l̲s̲ i̲ t̲h̲i̲n̲k̲ i̲ w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ h̲a̲v̲e̲ k̲i̲l̲l̲e̲d̲ f̲o̲r̲ s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ l̲i̲k̲e̲ t̲h̲i̲s̲ w̲h̲e̲n̲ t̲u̲m̲b̲l̲r̲ w̲a̲s̲ i̲n̲ i̲t̲s̲ o̲r̲i̲g̲i̲n̲a̲l̲ g̲r̲u̲n̲g̲e̲ e̲r̲a̲ a̲n̲d̲ w̲i̲t̲h̲ t̲h̲e̲ a̲e̲s̲t̲h̲e̲t̲i̲c̲ h̲a̲v̲i̲n̲g̲ a̲ r̲e̲s̲u̲r̲g̲e̲n̲c̲e̲ i̲ w̲a̲n̲t̲e̲d̲ t̲o̲ c̲o̲m̲p̲i̲l̲e̲ a̲ l̲i̲s̲t̲ o̲f̲ e̲s̲s̲e̲n̲t̲i̲a̲l̲s̲ 👽̲🌿̲ f̲a̲s̲h̲i̲o̲n̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ h̲i̲g̲h̲ w̲a̲i̲s̲t̲e̲d̲ s̲k̲i̲n̲n̲y̲ j̲e̲a̲n̲s̲ f̲l̲o̲r̲a̲l̲ d̲r̲e̲s̲s̲e̲s̲ o̲v̲e̲r̲s̲i̲z̲e̲d̲ '̲g̲r̲a̲n̲d̲p̲a̲'̲ s̲w̲e̲a̲t̲e̲r̲s̲ o̲r̲ c̲a̲r̲d̲i̲g̲a̲n̲s̲ f̲i̲s̲h̲n̲e̲t̲s̲ r̲e̲g̲u̲l̲a̲r̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ t̲i̲g̲h̲t̲s̲ (̲t̲o̲ b̲e̲ s̲t̲r̲a̲t̲e̲g̲i̲c̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ r̲i̲p̲p̲e̲d̲)̲ p̲l̲e̲a̲t̲e̲d̲/̲ s̲k̲a̲t̲e̲r̲ s̲k̲i̲r̲t̲s̲ (̲b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲,̲ w̲h̲i̲t̲e̲,̲ m̲a̲r̲o̲o̲n̲,̲ p̲l̲a̲i̲d̲)̲ o̲v̲e̲r̲s̲i̲z̲e̲d̲ b̲a̲n̲d̲ s̲h̲i̲r̲t̲s̲ (̲p̲o̲p̲u̲l̲a̲r̲ o̲n̲e̲s̲ i̲n̲c̲l̲u̲d̲e̲ a̲r̲c̲t̲i̲c̲ m̲o̲n̲k̲e̲y̲s̲,̲ j̲o̲y̲ d̲i̲v̲i̲s̲i̲o̲n̲,̲ a̲n̲d̲ n̲i̲r̲v̲a̲n̲a̲)̲ c̲r̲o̲p̲ t̲o̲p̲s̲ s̲t̲r̲i̲p̲e̲d̲ s̲h̲i̲r̲t̲s̲ (̲b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ a̲n̲d̲ w̲h̲i̲t̲e̲)̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ o̲r̲ d̲e̲n̲i̲m̲ h̲i̲g̲h̲ w̲a̲i̲s̲t̲e̲d̲ s̲h̲o̲r̲t̲s̲ f̲o̲r̲ w̲a̲r̲m̲ w̲e̲a̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ f̲l̲a̲n̲n̲e̲l̲s̲!̲ a̲l̲l̲ t̲h̲e̲ c̲o̲l̲o̲u̲r̲s̲!̲ w̲e̲a̲r̲ t̲h̲e̲m̲ w̲i̲t̲h̲ e̲v̲e̲r̲y̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ d̲e̲n̲i̲m̲ j̲a̲c̲k̲e̲t̲ i̲f̲ y̲o̲u̲'̲r̲e̲ i̲n̲t̲o̲ m̲o̲r̲e̲ o̲f̲ a̲ p̲a̲l̲e̲ g̲r̲u̲n̲g̲e̲ v̲i̲b̲e̲,̲ g̲r̲i̲d̲ p̲a̲t̲t̲e̲r̲n̲s̲ a̲r̲e̲ y̲o̲u̲r̲ t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ s̲a̲m̲e̲ g̲o̲e̲s̲ f̲o̲r̲ h̲o̲l̲o̲g̲r̲a̲p̲h̲i̲c̲ t̲h̲i̲g̲h̲ h̲i̲g̲h̲ s̲o̲c̲k̲s̲ d̲o̲c̲ m̲a̲r̲t̲e̲n̲s̲ (̲b̲o̲o̲t̲s̲ o̲r̲ l̲o̲w̲ c̲u̲t̲)̲ v̲a̲n̲s̲ o̲r̲ c̲o̲n̲v̲e̲r̲s̲e̲ c̲r̲e̲e̲p̲e̲r̲s̲ a̲c̲c̲e̲s̲s̲o̲r̲i̲e̲s̲/̲ h̲a̲i̲r̲/̲ m̲a̲k̲e̲u̲p̲ b̲l̲e̲a̲c̲h̲e̲d̲ o̲r̲ c̲o̲l̲o̲u̲r̲e̲d̲ h̲a̲i̲r̲,̲ a̲n̲d̲ m̲a̲k̲e̲ i̲t̲ m̲e̲s̲s̲y̲ s̲p̲a̲c̲e̲ b̲u̲n̲s̲ h̲a̲v̲e̲ a̲l̲w̲a̲y̲s̲ b̲e̲e̲n̲ i̲c̲o̲n̲i̲c̲ b̲r̲a̲i̲d̲s̲ c̲h̲o̲k̲e̲r̲s̲ s̲i̲l̲v̲e̲r̲ a̲n̲d̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ j̲e̲w̲e̲l̲l̲e̲r̲y̲ a̲n̲y̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ c̲e̲l̲e̲s̲t̲i̲a̲l̲ t̲h̲e̲m̲e̲d̲ m̲a̲k̲e̲u̲p̲ s̲h̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ b̲e̲ e̲i̲t̲h̲e̲r̲ n̲e̲a̲t̲,̲ w̲i̲t̲h̲ t̲h̲i̲c̲k̲ w̲i̲n̲g̲e̲d̲ e̲y̲e̲l̲i̲n̲e̲r̲ a̲n̲d̲ l̲o̲t̲s̲ o̲f̲ m̲a̲s̲c̲a̲r̲a̲,̲ o̲r̲ m̲e̲s̲s̲y̲,̲ w̲i̲t̲h̲ b̲r̲o̲w̲n̲/̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ e̲y̲e̲s̲h̲a̲d̲o̲w̲,̲ s̲m̲u̲d̲g̲e̲d̲ e̲y̲e̲l̲i̲n̲e̲r̲,̲ a̲n̲d̲ d̲a̲r̲k̲ r̲e̲d̲ l̲i̲p̲s̲t̲i̲c̲k̲ b̲l̲a̲c̲k̲ n̲a̲i̲l̲ p̲o̲l̲i̲s̲h̲ (̲l̲e̲t̲ i̲t̲ g̲e̲t̲ c̲h̲i̲p̲p̲e̲d̲)̲ l̲o̲t̲s̲ o̲f̲ c̲h̲u̲n̲k̲y̲ b̲r̲a̲c̲e̲l̲e̲t̲s̲ a̲n̲d̲ r̲i̲n̲g̲s̲ m̲u̲s̲i̲c̲ a̲r̲c̲t̲i̲c̲ m̲o̲n̲k̲e̲y̲s̲ m̲a̲r̲i̲n̲a̲ a̲n̲d̲ t̲h̲e̲ d̲i̲a̲m̲o̲n̲d̲s̲ s̲k̲y̲ f̲e̲r̲r̲a̲r̲i̲a̲ l̲a̲n̲a̲ d̲e̲l̲ r̲a̲y̲ j̲o̲y̲ d̲i̲v̲i̲s̲i̲o̲n̲ l̲o̲r̲d̲e̲ t̲h̲e̲ n̲e̲i̲g̲h̲b̲o̲u̲r̲h̲o̲o̲d̲ n̲i̲r̲v̲a̲n̲a̲ t̲h̲e̲ 1̲9̲7̲5̲ p̲o̲p̲u̲l̲a̲r̲ m̲o̲t̲i̲f̲s̲ a̲l̲i̲e̲n̲s̲ b̲o̲x̲e̲d̲ w̲a̲t̲e̲r̲/̲ b̲l̲k̲ w̲a̲t̲e̲r̲/̲ v̲o̲s̲s̲ w̲a̲t̲e̲r̲ c̲o̲f̲f̲e̲e̲ w̲h̲i̲t̲e̲ h̲e̲a̲d̲p̲h̲o̲n̲e̲s̲ t̲v̲ s̲h̲o̲w̲s̲ l̲i̲k̲e̲ d̲a̲r̲i̲a̲,̲ s̲k̲i̲n̲s̲ u̲k̲,̲ a̲n̲d̲ a̲m̲e̲r̲i̲c̲a̲n̲ h̲o̲r̲r̲o̲r̲ s̲t̲o̲r̲y̲ f̲l̲a̲s̲h̲/̲ p̲o̲l̲a̲r̲o̲i̲d̲ p̲h̲o̲t̲o̲g̲r̲a̲p̲h̲y̲ s̲u̲c̲c̲u̲l̲e̲n̲t̲s̲ v̲i̲n̲y̲l̲s̲ r̲o̲u̲n̲d̲ s̲u̲n̲g̲l̲a̲s̲s̲e̲s̲ f̲l̲o̲w̲e̲r̲ c̲r̲o̲w̲n̲s̲ e̲m̲o̲j̲i̲s̲:̲ 👽̲🌿̲💀̲💫̲🔪̲🥀̲🌱̲☕̲🍼̲🌙̲☁̲️̲💿̲
f̳i̳s̳h̳n̳e̳t̳s̳a̳n̳d̳n̳i̳c̳o̳t̳i̳n̳e̳ 2̳0̳1̳4̳ g̳r̳u̳n̳g̳e̳ e̳s̳s̳e̳n̳t̳i̳a̳l̳s̳ i̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳k̳ i̳ w̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ h̳a̳v̳e̳ k̳i̳l̳l̳e̳d̳ f̳o̳r̳ s̳o̳m̳e̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ l̳i̳k̳e̳ t̳h̳i̳s̳ w̳h̳e̳n̳ t̳u̳m̳b̳l̳r̳ w̳a̳s̳ i̳n̳ i̳t̳s̳ o̳r̳i̳g̳i̳n̳a̳l̳ g̳r̳u̳n̳g̳e̳ e̳r̳a̳ a̳n̳d̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ t̳h̳e̳ a̳e̳s̳t̳h̳e̳t̳i̳c̳ h̳a̳v̳i̳n̳g̳ a̳ r̳e̳s̳u̳r̳g̳e̳n̳c̳e̳ i̳ w̳a̳n̳t̳e̳d̳ t̳o̳ c̳o̳m̳p̳i̳l̳e̳ a̳ l̳i̳s̳t̳ o̳f̳ e̳s̳s̳e̳n̳t̳i̳a̳l̳s̳ 👽̳🌿̳ f̳a̳s̳h̳i̳o̳n̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ h̳i̳g̳h̳ w̳a̳i̳s̳t̳e̳d̳ s̳k̳i̳n̳n̳y̳ j̳e̳a̳n̳s̳ f̳l̳o̳r̳a̳l̳ d̳r̳e̳s̳s̳e̳s̳ o̳v̳e̳r̳s̳i̳z̳e̳d̳ '̳g̳r̳a̳n̳d̳p̳a̳'̳ s̳w̳e̳a̳t̳e̳r̳s̳ o̳r̳ c̳a̳r̳d̳i̳g̳a̳n̳s̳ f̳i̳s̳h̳n̳e̳t̳s̳ r̳e̳g̳u̳l̳a̳r̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ t̳i̳g̳h̳t̳s̳ (̳t̳o̳ b̳e̳ s̳t̳r̳a̳t̳e̳g̳i̳c̳a̳l̳l̳y̳ r̳i̳p̳p̳e̳d̳)̳ p̳l̳e̳a̳t̳e̳d̳/̳ s̳k̳a̳t̳e̳r̳ s̳k̳i̳r̳t̳s̳ (̳b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳,̳ w̳h̳i̳t̳e̳,̳ m̳a̳r̳o̳o̳n̳,̳ p̳l̳a̳i̳d̳)̳ o̳v̳e̳r̳s̳i̳z̳e̳d̳ b̳a̳n̳d̳ s̳h̳i̳r̳t̳s̳ (̳p̳o̳p̳u̳l̳a̳r̳ o̳n̳e̳s̳ i̳n̳c̳l̳u̳d̳e̳ a̳r̳c̳t̳i̳c̳ m̳o̳n̳k̳e̳y̳s̳,̳ j̳o̳y̳ d̳i̳v̳i̳s̳i̳o̳n̳,̳ a̳n̳d̳ n̳i̳r̳v̳a̳n̳a̳)̳ c̳r̳o̳p̳ t̳o̳p̳s̳ s̳t̳r̳i̳p̳e̳d̳ s̳h̳i̳r̳t̳s̳ (̳b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ a̳n̳d̳ w̳h̳i̳t̳e̳)̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ o̳r̳ d̳e̳n̳i̳m̳ h̳i̳g̳h̳ w̳a̳i̳s̳t̳e̳d̳ s̳h̳o̳r̳t̳s̳ f̳o̳r̳ w̳a̳r̳m̳ w̳e̳a̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ f̳l̳a̳n̳n̳e̳l̳s̳!̳ a̳l̳l̳ t̳h̳e̳ c̳o̳l̳o̳u̳r̳s̳!̳ w̳e̳a̳r̳ t̳h̳e̳m̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ e̳v̳e̳r̳y̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ d̳e̳n̳i̳m̳ j̳a̳c̳k̳e̳t̳ i̳f̳ y̳o̳u̳'̳r̳e̳ i̳n̳t̳o̳ m̳o̳r̳e̳ o̳f̳ a̳ p̳a̳l̳e̳ g̳r̳u̳n̳g̳e̳ v̳i̳b̳e̳,̳ g̳r̳i̳d̳ p̳a̳t̳t̳e̳r̳n̳s̳ a̳r̳e̳ y̳o̳u̳r̳ t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ s̳a̳m̳e̳ g̳o̳e̳s̳ f̳o̳r̳ h̳o̳l̳o̳g̳r̳a̳p̳h̳i̳c̳ t̳h̳i̳g̳h̳ h̳i̳g̳h̳ s̳o̳c̳k̳s̳ d̳o̳c̳ m̳a̳r̳t̳e̳n̳s̳ (̳b̳o̳o̳t̳s̳ o̳r̳ l̳o̳w̳ c̳u̳t̳)̳ v̳a̳n̳s̳ o̳r̳ c̳o̳n̳v̳e̳r̳s̳e̳ c̳r̳e̳e̳p̳e̳r̳s̳ a̳c̳c̳e̳s̳s̳o̳r̳i̳e̳s̳/̳ h̳a̳i̳r̳/̳ m̳a̳k̳e̳u̳p̳ b̳l̳e̳a̳c̳h̳e̳d̳ o̳r̳ c̳o̳l̳o̳u̳r̳e̳d̳ h̳a̳i̳r̳,̳ a̳n̳d̳ m̳a̳k̳e̳ i̳t̳ m̳e̳s̳s̳y̳ s̳p̳a̳c̳e̳ b̳u̳n̳s̳ h̳a̳v̳e̳ a̳l̳w̳a̳y̳s̳ b̳e̳e̳n̳ i̳c̳o̳n̳i̳c̳ b̳r̳a̳i̳d̳s̳ c̳h̳o̳k̳e̳r̳s̳ s̳i̳l̳v̳e̳r̳ a̳n̳d̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ j̳e̳w̳e̳l̳l̳e̳r̳y̳ a̳n̳y̳t̳h̳i̳n̳g̳ c̳e̳l̳e̳s̳t̳i̳a̳l̳ t̳h̳e̳m̳e̳d̳ m̳a̳k̳e̳u̳p̳ s̳h̳o̳u̳l̳d̳ b̳e̳ e̳i̳t̳h̳e̳r̳ n̳e̳a̳t̳,̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ t̳h̳i̳c̳k̳ w̳i̳n̳g̳e̳d̳ e̳y̳e̳l̳i̳n̳e̳r̳ a̳n̳d̳ l̳o̳t̳s̳ o̳f̳ m̳a̳s̳c̳a̳r̳a̳,̳ o̳r̳ m̳e̳s̳s̳y̳,̳ w̳i̳t̳h̳ b̳r̳o̳w̳n̳/̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ e̳y̳e̳s̳h̳a̳d̳o̳w̳,̳ s̳m̳u̳d̳g̳e̳d̳ e̳y̳e̳l̳i̳n̳e̳r̳,̳ a̳n̳d̳ d̳a̳r̳k̳ r̳e̳d̳ l̳i̳p̳s̳t̳i̳c̳k̳ b̳l̳a̳c̳k̳ n̳a̳i̳l̳ p̳o̳l̳i̳s̳h̳ (̳l̳e̳t̳ i̳t̳ g̳e̳t̳ c̳h̳i̳p̳p̳e̳d̳)̳ l̳o̳t̳s̳ o̳f̳ c̳h̳u̳n̳k̳y̳ b̳r̳a̳c̳e̳l̳e̳t̳s̳ a̳n̳d̳ r̳i̳n̳g̳s̳ m̳u̳s̳i̳c̳ a̳r̳c̳t̳i̳c̳ m̳o̳n̳k̳e̳y̳s̳ m̳a̳r̳i̳n̳a̳ a̳n̳d̳ t̳h̳e̳ d̳i̳a̳m̳o̳n̳d̳s̳ s̳k̳y̳ f̳e̳r̳r̳a̳r̳i̳a̳ l̳a̳n̳a̳ d̳e̳l̳ r̳a̳y̳ j̳o̳y̳ d̳i̳v̳i̳s̳i̳o̳n̳ l̳o̳r̳d̳e̳ t̳h̳e̳ n̳e̳i̳g̳h̳b̳o̳u̳r̳h̳o̳o̳d̳ n̳i̳r̳v̳a̳n̳a̳ t̳h̳e̳ 1̳9̳7̳5̳ p̳o̳p̳u̳l̳a̳r̳ m̳o̳t̳i̳f̳s̳ a̳l̳i̳e̳n̳s̳ b̳o̳x̳e̳d̳ w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳/̳ b̳l̳k̳ w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳/̳ v̳o̳s̳s̳ w̳a̳t̳e̳r̳ c̳o̳f̳f̳e̳e̳ w̳h̳i̳t̳e̳ h̳e̳a̳d̳p̳h̳o̳n̳e̳s̳ t̳v̳ s̳h̳o̳w̳s̳ l̳i̳k̳e̳ d̳a̳r̳i̳a̳,̳ s̳k̳i̳n̳s̳ u̳k̳,̳ a̳n̳d̳ a̳m̳e̳r̳i̳c̳a̳n̳ h̳o̳r̳r̳o̳r̳ s̳t̳o̳r̳y̳ f̳l̳a̳s̳h̳/̳ p̳o̳l̳a̳r̳o̳i̳d̳ p̳h̳o̳t̳o̳g̳r̳a̳p̳h̳y̳ s̳u̳c̳c̳u̳l̳e̳n̳t̳s̳ v̳i̳n̳y̳l̳s̳ r̳o̳u̳n̳d̳ s̳u̳n̳g̳l̳a̳s̳s̳e̳s̳ f̳l̳o̳w̳e̳r̳ c̳r̳o̳w̳n̳s̳ e̳m̳o̳j̳i̳s̳:̳ 👽̳🌿̳💀̳💫̳🔪̳🥀̳🌱̳☕̳🍼̳🌙̳☁̳️̳💿̳
ᶠⁱˢʰⁿᵉᵗˢᵃⁿᵈⁿⁱᶜᵒᵗⁱⁿᵉ ²⁰¹⁴ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵍᵉ ᵉˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃˡˢ ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵍᵉ ᵉʳᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ʳᵉˢᵘʳᵍᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵖⁱˡᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵉˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱᵃˡˢ 👽🌿 ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʰⁱᵍʰ ʷᵃⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵏⁱⁿⁿʸ ʲᵉᵃⁿˢ ᶠˡᵒʳᵃˡ ᵈʳᵉˢˢᵉˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳˢⁱᶻᵉᵈ 'ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ' ˢʷᵉᵃᵗᵉʳˢ ᵒʳ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱᵍᵃⁿˢ ᶠⁱˢʰⁿᵉᵗˢ ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃʳ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵗⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ⁽ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵍⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ʳⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ⁾ ᵖˡᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ/ ˢᵏᵃᵗᵉʳ ˢᵏⁱʳᵗˢ ⁽ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ⸴ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃʳᵒᵒⁿ⸴ ᵖˡᵃⁱᵈ⁾ ᵒᵛᵉʳˢⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵇᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰⁱʳᵗˢ ⁽ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ ᵃʳᶜᵗⁱᶜ ᵐᵒⁿᵏᵉʸˢ⸴ ʲᵒʸ ᵈⁱᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿⁱʳᵛᵃⁿᵃ⁾ ᶜʳᵒᵖ ᵗᵒᵖˢ ˢᵗʳⁱᵖᵉᵈ ˢʰⁱʳᵗˢ ⁽ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ⁾ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵒʳ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵐ ʰⁱᵍʰ ʷᵃⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ˢʰᵒʳᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃʳᵐ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠˡᵃⁿⁿᵉˡˢ! ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵐ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵉᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖᵃˡᵉ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵍᵉ ᵛⁱᵇᵉ⸴ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ᵖᵃᵗᵗᵉʳⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒˡᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰⁱᶜ ᵗʰⁱᵍʰ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˢᵒᶜᵏˢ ᵈᵒᶜ ᵐᵃʳᵗᵉⁿˢ ⁽ᵇᵒᵒᵗˢ ᵒʳ ˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ⁾ ᵛᵃⁿˢ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳⁱᵉˢ/ ʰᵃⁱʳ/ ᵐᵃᵏᵉᵘᵖ ᵇˡᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ʰᵃⁱʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵉˢˢʸ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵇᵘⁿˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ⁱᶜᵒⁿⁱᶜ ᵇʳᵃⁱᵈˢ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉʳˢ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʲᵉʷᵉˡˡᵉʳʸ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵉˡᵉˢᵗⁱᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉᵘᵖ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵃᵗ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ʷⁱⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉˡⁱⁿᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃˢᶜᵃʳᵃ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉˢˢʸ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿ/ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵉʸᵉˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ⸴ ˢᵐᵘᵈᵍᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉˡⁱⁿᵉʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʳᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵖˢᵗⁱᶜᵏ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ⁿᵃⁱˡ ᵖᵒˡⁱˢʰ ⁽ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜʰⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ⁾ ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵘⁿᵏʸ ᵇʳᵃᶜᵉˡᵉᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵃʳᶜᵗⁱᶜ ᵐᵒⁿᵏᵉʸˢ ᵐᵃʳⁱⁿᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵈˢ ˢᵏʸ ᶠᵉʳʳᵃʳⁱᵃ ˡᵃⁿᵃ ᵈᵉˡ ʳᵃʸ ʲᵒʸ ᵈⁱᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ˡᵒʳᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒᵘʳʰᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱʳᵛᵃⁿᵃ ᵗʰᵉ ¹⁹⁷⁵ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵒᵗⁱᶠˢ ᵃˡⁱᵉⁿˢ ᵇᵒˣᵉᵈ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ/ ᵇˡᵏ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ/ ᵛᵒˢˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗᵛ ˢʰᵒʷˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵈᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ˢᵏⁱⁿˢ ᵘᵏ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᶠˡᵃˢʰ/ ᵖᵒˡᵃʳᵒⁱᵈ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰʸ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘˡᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵛⁱⁿʸˡˢ ʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˢᵘⁿᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿˢ ᵉᵐᵒʲⁱˢ⠘ 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿
fiͥs͛hͪneͤᴛⷮs͛aͣndͩniͥcͨoͦᴛⷮiͥneͤ 2014 grͬuͧngeͤ eͤs͛s͛eͤnᴛⷮiͥaͣls͛ iͥ ᴛⷮhͪiͥnᴋⷦ iͥ woͦuͧldͩ hͪaͣvͮeͤ ᴋⷦiͥlleͤdͩ foͦrͬ s͛oͦmͫeͤᴛⷮhͪiͥng liͥᴋⷦeͤ ᴛⷮhͪiͥs͛ whͪeͤn ᴛⷮuͧmͫвⷡlrͬ waͣs͛ iͥn iͥᴛⷮs͛ oͦrͬiͥgiͥnaͣl grͬuͧngeͤ eͤrͬaͣ aͣndͩ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ aͣeͤs͛ᴛⷮhͪeͤᴛⷮiͥcͨ hͪaͣvͮiͥng aͣ rͬeͤs͛uͧrͬgeͤncͨeͤ iͥ waͣnᴛⷮeͤdͩ ᴛⷮoͦ cͨoͦmͫрⷬiͥleͤ aͣ liͥs͛ᴛⷮ oͦf eͤs͛s͛eͤnᴛⷮiͥaͣls͛ 👽🌿 faͣs͛hͪiͥoͦn вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ hͪiͥghͪ waͣiͥs͛ᴛⷮeͤdͩ s͛ᴋⷦiͥnny jeͤaͣns͛ floͦrͬaͣl dͩrͬeͤs͛s͛eͤs͛ oͦvͮeͤrͬs͛iͥzeͤdͩ '́grͬaͣndͩрⷬaͣ'́ s͛weͤaͣᴛⷮeͤrͬs͛ oͦrͬ cͨaͣrͬdͩiͥgaͣns͛ fiͥs͛hͪneͤᴛⷮs͛ rͬeͤguͧlaͣrͬ вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ ᴛⷮiͥghͪᴛⷮs͛ (ᴛⷮoͦ вⷡeͤ s͛ᴛⷮrͬaͣᴛⷮeͤgiͥcͨaͣlly rͬiͥрⷬрⷬeͤdͩ) рⷬleͤaͣᴛⷮeͤdͩ/ s͛ᴋⷦaͣᴛⷮeͤrͬ s͛ᴋⷦiͥrͬᴛⷮs͛ (вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ,̓ whͪiͥᴛⷮeͤ,̓ mͫaͣrͬoͦoͦn,̓ рⷬlaͣiͥdͩ) oͦvͮeͤrͬs͛iͥzeͤdͩ вⷡaͣndͩ s͛hͪiͥrͬᴛⷮs͛ (рⷬoͦрⷬuͧlaͣrͬ oͦneͤs͛ iͥncͨluͧdͩeͤ aͣrͬcͨᴛⷮiͥcͨ mͫoͦnᴋⷦeͤys͛,̓ joͦy dͩiͥvͮiͥs͛iͥoͦn,̓ aͣndͩ niͥrͬvͮaͣnaͣ) cͨrͬoͦрⷬ ᴛⷮoͦрⷬs͛ s͛ᴛⷮrͬiͥрⷬeͤdͩ s͛hͪiͥrͬᴛⷮs͛ (вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ aͣndͩ whͪiͥᴛⷮeͤ) вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ oͦrͬ dͩeͤniͥmͫ hͪiͥghͪ waͣiͥs͛ᴛⷮeͤdͩ s͛hͪoͦrͬᴛⷮs͛ foͦrͬ waͣrͬmͫ weͤaͣᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ flaͣnneͤls͛! aͣll ᴛⷮhͪeͤ cͨoͦloͦuͧrͬs͛! weͤaͣrͬ ᴛⷮhͪeͤmͫ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ eͤvͮeͤrͬyᴛⷮhͪiͥng dͩeͤniͥmͫ jaͣcͨᴋⷦeͤᴛⷮ iͥf yoͦuͧ'́rͬeͤ iͥnᴛⷮoͦ mͫoͦrͬeͤ oͦf aͣ рⷬaͣleͤ grͬuͧngeͤ vͮiͥвⷡeͤ,̓ grͬiͥdͩ рⷬaͣᴛⷮᴛⷮeͤrͬns͛ aͣrͬeͤ yoͦuͧrͬ ᴛⷮhͪiͥng s͛aͣmͫeͤ goͦeͤs͛ foͦrͬ hͪoͦloͦgrͬaͣрⷬhͪiͥcͨ ᴛⷮhͪiͥghͪ hͪiͥghͪ s͛oͦcͨᴋⷦs͛ dͩoͦcͨ mͫaͣrͬᴛⷮeͤns͛ (вⷡoͦoͦᴛⷮs͛ oͦrͬ loͦw cͨuͧᴛⷮ) vͮaͣns͛ oͦrͬ cͨoͦnvͮeͤrͬs͛eͤ cͨrͬeͤeͤрⷬeͤrͬs͛ aͣcͨcͨeͤs͛s͛oͦrͬiͥeͤs͛/ hͪaͣiͥrͬ/ mͫaͣᴋⷦeͤuͧрⷬ вⷡleͤaͣcͨhͪeͤdͩ oͦrͬ cͨoͦloͦuͧrͬeͤdͩ hͪaͣiͥrͬ,̓ aͣndͩ mͫaͣᴋⷦeͤ iͥᴛⷮ mͫeͤs͛s͛y s͛рⷬaͣcͨeͤ вⷡuͧns͛ hͪaͣvͮeͤ aͣlwaͣys͛ вⷡeͤeͤn iͥcͨoͦniͥcͨ вⷡrͬaͣiͥdͩs͛ cͨhͪoͦᴋⷦeͤrͬs͛ s͛iͥlvͮeͤrͬ aͣndͩ вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ jeͤweͤlleͤrͬy aͣnyᴛⷮhͪiͥng cͨeͤleͤs͛ᴛⷮiͥaͣl ᴛⷮhͪeͤmͫeͤdͩ mͫaͣᴋⷦeͤuͧрⷬ s͛hͪoͦuͧldͩ вⷡeͤ eͤiͥᴛⷮhͪeͤrͬ neͤaͣᴛⷮ,̓ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ ᴛⷮhͪiͥcͨᴋⷦ wiͥngeͤdͩ eͤyeͤliͥneͤrͬ aͣndͩ loͦᴛⷮs͛ oͦf mͫaͣs͛cͨaͣrͬaͣ,̓ oͦrͬ mͫeͤs͛s͛y,̓ wiͥᴛⷮhͪ вⷡrͬoͦwn/ вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ eͤyeͤs͛hͪaͣdͩoͦw,̓ s͛mͫuͧdͩgeͤdͩ eͤyeͤliͥneͤrͬ,̓ aͣndͩ dͩaͣrͬᴋⷦ rͬeͤdͩ liͥрⷬs͛ᴛⷮiͥcͨᴋⷦ вⷡlaͣcͨᴋⷦ naͣiͥl рⷬoͦliͥs͛hͪ (leͤᴛⷮ iͥᴛⷮ geͤᴛⷮ cͨhͪiͥрⷬрⷬeͤdͩ) loͦᴛⷮs͛ oͦf cͨhͪuͧnᴋⷦy вⷡrͬaͣcͨeͤleͤᴛⷮs͛ aͣndͩ rͬiͥngs͛ mͫuͧs͛iͥcͨ aͣrͬcͨᴛⷮiͥcͨ mͫoͦnᴋⷦeͤys͛ mͫaͣrͬiͥnaͣ aͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ dͩiͥaͣmͫoͦndͩs͛ s͛ᴋⷦy feͤrͬrͬaͣrͬiͥaͣ laͣnaͣ dͩeͤl rͬaͣy joͦy dͩiͥvͮiͥs͛iͥoͦn loͦrͬdͩeͤ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ neͤiͥghͪвⷡoͦuͧrͬhͪoͦoͦdͩ niͥrͬvͮaͣnaͣ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ 1975 рⷬoͦрⷬuͧlaͣrͬ mͫoͦᴛⷮiͥfs͛ aͣliͥeͤns͛ вⷡoͦxͯeͤdͩ waͣᴛⷮeͤrͬ/ вⷡlᴋⷦ waͣᴛⷮeͤrͬ/ vͮoͦs͛s͛ waͣᴛⷮeͤrͬ cͨoͦffeͤeͤ whͪiͥᴛⷮeͤ hͪeͤaͣdͩрⷬhͪoͦneͤs͛ ᴛⷮvͮ s͛hͪoͦws͛ liͥᴋⷦeͤ dͩaͣrͬiͥaͣ,̓ s͛ᴋⷦiͥns͛ uͧᴋⷦ,̓ aͣndͩ aͣmͫeͤrͬiͥcͨaͣn hͪoͦrͬrͬoͦrͬ s͛ᴛⷮoͦrͬy flaͣs͛hͪ/ рⷬoͦlaͣrͬoͦiͥdͩ рⷬhͪoͦᴛⷮoͦgrͬaͣрⷬhͪy s͛uͧcͨcͨuͧleͤnᴛⷮs͛ vͮiͥnyls͛ rͬoͦuͧndͩ s͛uͧnglaͣs͛s͛eͤs͛ floͦweͤrͬ cͨrͬoͦwns͛ eͤmͫoͦjiͥs͛: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿
f̷i̷s̷h̷n̷e̷t̷s̷a̷n̷d̷n̷i̷c̷o̷t̷i̷n̷e̷ 2̷0̷1̷4̷ g̷r̷u̷n̷g̷e̷ e̷s̷s̷e̷n̷t̷i̷a̷l̷s̷ i̷ t̷h̷i̷n̷k̷ i̷ w̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ h̷a̷v̷e̷ k̷i̷l̷l̷e̷d̷ f̷o̷r̷ s̷o̷m̷e̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ l̷i̷k̷e̷ t̷h̷i̷s̷ w̷h̷e̷n̷ t̷u̷m̷b̷l̷r̷ w̷a̷s̷ i̷n̷ i̷t̷s̷ o̷r̷i̷g̷i̷n̷a̷l̷ g̷r̷u̷n̷g̷e̷ e̷r̷a̷ a̷n̷d̷ w̷i̷t̷h̷ t̷h̷e̷ a̷e̷s̷t̷h̷e̷t̷i̷c̷ h̷a̷v̷i̷n̷g̷ a̷ r̷e̷s̷u̷r̷g̷e̷n̷c̷e̷ i̷ w̷a̷n̷t̷e̷d̷ t̷o̷ c̷o̷m̷p̷i̷l̷e̷ a̷ l̷i̷s̷t̷ o̷f̷ e̷s̷s̷e̷n̷t̷i̷a̷l̷s̷ 👽̷🌿̷ f̷a̷s̷h̷i̷o̷n̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ h̷i̷g̷h̷ w̷a̷i̷s̷t̷e̷d̷ s̷k̷i̷n̷n̷y̷ j̷e̷a̷n̷s̷ f̷l̷o̷r̷a̷l̷ d̷r̷e̷s̷s̷e̷s̷ o̷v̷e̷r̷s̷i̷z̷e̷d̷ '̷g̷r̷a̷n̷d̷p̷a̷'̷ s̷w̷e̷a̷t̷e̷r̷s̷ o̷r̷ c̷a̷r̷d̷i̷g̷a̷n̷s̷ f̷i̷s̷h̷n̷e̷t̷s̷ r̷e̷g̷u̷l̷a̷r̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ t̷i̷g̷h̷t̷s̷ (̷t̷o̷ b̷e̷ s̷t̷r̷a̷t̷e̷g̷i̷c̷a̷l̷l̷y̷ r̷i̷p̷p̷e̷d̷)̷ p̷l̷e̷a̷t̷e̷d̷/̷ s̷k̷a̷t̷e̷r̷ s̷k̷i̷r̷t̷s̷ (̷b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷,̷ w̷h̷i̷t̷e̷,̷ m̷a̷r̷o̷o̷n̷,̷ p̷l̷a̷i̷d̷)̷ o̷v̷e̷r̷s̷i̷z̷e̷d̷ b̷a̷n̷d̷ s̷h̷i̷r̷t̷s̷ (̷p̷o̷p̷u̷l̷a̷r̷ o̷n̷e̷s̷ i̷n̷c̷l̷u̷d̷e̷ a̷r̷c̷t̷i̷c̷ m̷o̷n̷k̷e̷y̷s̷,̷ j̷o̷y̷ d̷i̷v̷i̷s̷i̷o̷n̷,̷ a̷n̷d̷ n̷i̷r̷v̷a̷n̷a̷)̷ c̷r̷o̷p̷ t̷o̷p̷s̷ s̷t̷r̷i̷p̷e̷d̷ s̷h̷i̷r̷t̷s̷ (̷b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ a̷n̷d̷ w̷h̷i̷t̷e̷)̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ o̷r̷ d̷e̷n̷i̷m̷ h̷i̷g̷h̷ w̷a̷i̷s̷t̷e̷d̷ s̷h̷o̷r̷t̷s̷ f̷o̷r̷ w̷a̷r̷m̷ w̷e̷a̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ f̷l̷a̷n̷n̷e̷l̷s̷!̷ a̷l̷l̷ t̷h̷e̷ c̷o̷l̷o̷u̷r̷s̷!̷ w̷e̷a̷r̷ t̷h̷e̷m̷ w̷i̷t̷h̷ e̷v̷e̷r̷y̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ d̷e̷n̷i̷m̷ j̷a̷c̷k̷e̷t̷ i̷f̷ y̷o̷u̷'̷r̷e̷ i̷n̷t̷o̷ m̷o̷r̷e̷ o̷f̷ a̷ p̷a̷l̷e̷ g̷r̷u̷n̷g̷e̷ v̷i̷b̷e̷,̷ g̷r̷i̷d̷ p̷a̷t̷t̷e̷r̷n̷s̷ a̷r̷e̷ y̷o̷u̷r̷ t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ s̷a̷m̷e̷ g̷o̷e̷s̷ f̷o̷r̷ h̷o̷l̷o̷g̷r̷a̷p̷h̷i̷c̷ t̷h̷i̷g̷h̷ h̷i̷g̷h̷ s̷o̷c̷k̷s̷ d̷o̷c̷ m̷a̷r̷t̷e̷n̷s̷ (̷b̷o̷o̷t̷s̷ o̷r̷ l̷o̷w̷ c̷u̷t̷)̷ v̷a̷n̷s̷ o̷r̷ c̷o̷n̷v̷e̷r̷s̷e̷ c̷r̷e̷e̷p̷e̷r̷s̷ a̷c̷c̷e̷s̷s̷o̷r̷i̷e̷s̷/̷ h̷a̷i̷r̷/̷ m̷a̷k̷e̷u̷p̷ b̷l̷e̷a̷c̷h̷e̷d̷ o̷r̷ c̷o̷l̷o̷u̷r̷e̷d̷ h̷a̷i̷r̷,̷ a̷n̷d̷ m̷a̷k̷e̷ i̷t̷ m̷e̷s̷s̷y̷ s̷p̷a̷c̷e̷ b̷u̷n̷s̷ h̷a̷v̷e̷ a̷l̷w̷a̷y̷s̷ b̷e̷e̷n̷ i̷c̷o̷n̷i̷c̷ b̷r̷a̷i̷d̷s̷ c̷h̷o̷k̷e̷r̷s̷ s̷i̷l̷v̷e̷r̷ a̷n̷d̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ j̷e̷w̷e̷l̷l̷e̷r̷y̷ a̷n̷y̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ c̷e̷l̷e̷s̷t̷i̷a̷l̷ t̷h̷e̷m̷e̷d̷ m̷a̷k̷e̷u̷p̷ s̷h̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ b̷e̷ e̷i̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ n̷e̷a̷t̷,̷ w̷i̷t̷h̷ t̷h̷i̷c̷k̷ w̷i̷n̷g̷e̷d̷ e̷y̷e̷l̷i̷n̷e̷r̷ a̷n̷d̷ l̷o̷t̷s̷ o̷f̷ m̷a̷s̷c̷a̷r̷a̷,̷ o̷r̷ m̷e̷s̷s̷y̷,̷ w̷i̷t̷h̷ b̷r̷o̷w̷n̷/̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ e̷y̷e̷s̷h̷a̷d̷o̷w̷,̷ s̷m̷u̷d̷g̷e̷d̷ e̷y̷e̷l̷i̷n̷e̷r̷,̷ a̷n̷d̷ d̷a̷r̷k̷ r̷e̷d̷ l̷i̷p̷s̷t̷i̷c̷k̷ b̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ n̷a̷i̷l̷ p̷o̷l̷i̷s̷h̷ (̷l̷e̷t̷ i̷t̷ g̷e̷t̷ c̷h̷i̷p̷p̷e̷d̷)̷ l̷o̷t̷s̷ o̷f̷ c̷h̷u̷n̷k̷y̷ b̷r̷a̷c̷e̷l̷e̷t̷s̷ a̷n̷d̷ r̷i̷n̷g̷s̷ m̷u̷s̷i̷c̷ a̷r̷c̷t̷i̷c̷ m̷o̷n̷k̷e̷y̷s̷ m̷a̷r̷i̷n̷a̷ a̷n̷d̷ t̷h̷e̷ d̷i̷a̷m̷o̷n̷d̷s̷ s̷k̷y̷ f̷e̷r̷r̷a̷r̷i̷a̷ l̷a̷n̷a̷ d̷e̷l̷ r̷a̷y̷ j̷o̷y̷ d̷i̷v̷i̷s̷i̷o̷n̷ l̷o̷r̷d̷e̷ t̷h̷e̷ n̷e̷i̷g̷h̷b̷o̷u̷r̷h̷o̷o̷d̷ n̷i̷r̷v̷a̷n̷a̷ t̷h̷e̷ 1̷9̷7̷5̷ p̷o̷p̷u̷l̷a̷r̷ m̷o̷t̷i̷f̷s̷ a̷l̷i̷e̷n̷s̷ b̷o̷x̷e̷d̷ w̷a̷t̷e̷r̷/̷ b̷l̷k̷ w̷a̷t̷e̷r̷/̷ v̷o̷s̷s̷ w̷a̷t̷e̷r̷ c̷o̷f̷f̷e̷e̷ w̷h̷i̷t̷e̷ h̷e̷a̷d̷p̷h̷o̷n̷e̷s̷ t̷v̷ s̷h̷o̷w̷s̷ l̷i̷k̷e̷ d̷a̷r̷i̷a̷,̷ s̷k̷i̷n̷s̷ u̷k̷,̷ a̷n̷d̷ a̷m̷e̷r̷i̷c̷a̷n̷ h̷o̷r̷r̷o̷r̷ s̷t̷o̷r̷y̷ f̷l̷a̷s̷h̷/̷ p̷o̷l̷a̷r̷o̷i̷d̷ p̷h̷o̷t̷o̷g̷r̷a̷p̷h̷y̷ s̷u̷c̷c̷u̷l̷e̷n̷t̷s̷ v̷i̷n̷y̷l̷s̷ r̷o̷u̷n̷d̷ s̷u̷n̷g̷l̷a̷s̷s̷e̷s̷ f̷l̷o̷w̷e̷r̷ c̷r̷o̷w̷n̷s̷ e̷m̷o̷j̷i̷s̷:̷ 👽̷🌿̷💀̷💫̷🔪̷🥀̷🌱̷☕̷🍼̷🌙̷☁̷️̷💿̷
𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟜 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 👽🌿 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 ❜𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕡𝕒❜ 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 (𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕) 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕/ 𝕤𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 (𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖, 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕) 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 (𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤, 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕒) 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕤 (𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖) 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕤❕ 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤❕ 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕞 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦❜𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕓𝕖, 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕔 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤 (𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕦𝕥) 𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤/ 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣/ 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟/ 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨, 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 (𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕) 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕝 𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕟𝕚𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝟙𝟡𝟟𝟝 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕩𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣/ 𝕓𝕝𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣/ 𝕧𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕧 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕒, 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕦𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙/ 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕪𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕛𝕚𝕤: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿
f̶i̶s̶h̶n̶e̶t̶s̶a̶n̶d̶n̶i̶c̶o̶t̶i̶n̶e̶ 2̶0̶1̶4̶ g̶r̶u̶n̶g̶e̶ e̶s̶s̶e̶n̶t̶i̶a̶l̶s̶ i̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ i̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ k̶i̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ t̶u̶m̶b̶l̶r̶ w̶a̶s̶ i̶n̶ i̶t̶s̶ o̶r̶i̶g̶i̶n̶a̶l̶ g̶r̶u̶n̶g̶e̶ e̶r̶a̶ a̶n̶d̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ a̶e̶s̶t̶h̶e̶t̶i̶c̶ h̶a̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶ r̶e̶s̶u̶r̶g̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ i̶ w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ c̶o̶m̶p̶i̶l̶e̶ a̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶ o̶f̶ e̶s̶s̶e̶n̶t̶i̶a̶l̶s̶ 👽̶🌿̶ f̶a̶s̶h̶i̶o̶n̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ h̶i̶g̶h̶ w̶a̶i̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ s̶k̶i̶n̶n̶y̶ j̶e̶a̶n̶s̶ f̶l̶o̶r̶a̶l̶ d̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶s̶ o̶v̶e̶r̶s̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ '̶g̶r̶a̶n̶d̶p̶a̶'̶ s̶w̶e̶a̶t̶e̶r̶s̶ o̶r̶ c̶a̶r̶d̶i̶g̶a̶n̶s̶ f̶i̶s̶h̶n̶e̶t̶s̶ r̶e̶g̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ t̶i̶g̶h̶t̶s̶ (̶t̶o̶ b̶e̶ s̶t̶r̶a̶t̶e̶g̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ r̶i̶p̶p̶e̶d̶)̶ p̶l̶e̶a̶t̶e̶d̶/̶ s̶k̶a̶t̶e̶r̶ s̶k̶i̶r̶t̶s̶ (̶b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶,̶ w̶h̶i̶t̶e̶,̶ m̶a̶r̶o̶o̶n̶,̶ p̶l̶a̶i̶d̶)̶ o̶v̶e̶r̶s̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ b̶a̶n̶d̶ s̶h̶i̶r̶t̶s̶ (̶p̶o̶p̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ o̶n̶e̶s̶ i̶n̶c̶l̶u̶d̶e̶ a̶r̶c̶t̶i̶c̶ m̶o̶n̶k̶e̶y̶s̶,̶ j̶o̶y̶ d̶i̶v̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶,̶ a̶n̶d̶ n̶i̶r̶v̶a̶n̶a̶)̶ c̶r̶o̶p̶ t̶o̶p̶s̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶p̶e̶d̶ s̶h̶i̶r̶t̶s̶ (̶b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ a̶n̶d̶ w̶h̶i̶t̶e̶)̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ o̶r̶ d̶e̶n̶i̶m̶ h̶i̶g̶h̶ w̶a̶i̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ s̶h̶o̶r̶t̶s̶ f̶o̶r̶ w̶a̶r̶m̶ w̶e̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ f̶l̶a̶n̶n̶e̶l̶s̶!̶ a̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶o̶l̶o̶u̶r̶s̶!̶ w̶e̶a̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ d̶e̶n̶i̶m̶ j̶a̶c̶k̶e̶t̶ i̶f̶ y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ o̶f̶ a̶ p̶a̶l̶e̶ g̶r̶u̶n̶g̶e̶ v̶i̶b̶e̶,̶ g̶r̶i̶d̶ p̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶n̶s̶ a̶r̶e̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ s̶a̶m̶e̶ g̶o̶e̶s̶ f̶o̶r̶ h̶o̶l̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶i̶c̶ t̶h̶i̶g̶h̶ h̶i̶g̶h̶ s̶o̶c̶k̶s̶ d̶o̶c̶ m̶a̶r̶t̶e̶n̶s̶ (̶b̶o̶o̶t̶s̶ o̶r̶ l̶o̶w̶ c̶u̶t̶)̶ v̶a̶n̶s̶ o̶r̶ c̶o̶n̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶ c̶r̶e̶e̶p̶e̶r̶s̶ a̶c̶c̶e̶s̶s̶o̶r̶i̶e̶s̶/̶ h̶a̶i̶r̶/̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶u̶p̶ b̶l̶e̶a̶c̶h̶e̶d̶ o̶r̶ c̶o̶l̶o̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ h̶a̶i̶r̶,̶ a̶n̶d̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶ i̶t̶ m̶e̶s̶s̶y̶ s̶p̶a̶c̶e̶ b̶u̶n̶s̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ b̶e̶e̶n̶ i̶c̶o̶n̶i̶c̶ b̶r̶a̶i̶d̶s̶ c̶h̶o̶k̶e̶r̶s̶ s̶i̶l̶v̶e̶r̶ a̶n̶d̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ j̶e̶w̶e̶l̶l̶e̶r̶y̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶e̶l̶e̶s̶t̶i̶a̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶u̶p̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ e̶i̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ n̶e̶a̶t̶,̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶i̶c̶k̶ w̶i̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ e̶y̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶r̶ a̶n̶d̶ l̶o̶t̶s̶ o̶f̶ m̶a̶s̶c̶a̶r̶a̶,̶ o̶r̶ m̶e̶s̶s̶y̶,̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ b̶r̶o̶w̶n̶/̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ e̶y̶e̶s̶h̶a̶d̶o̶w̶,̶ s̶m̶u̶d̶g̶e̶d̶ e̶y̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶r̶,̶ a̶n̶d̶ d̶a̶r̶k̶ r̶e̶d̶ l̶i̶p̶s̶t̶i̶c̶k̶ b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶ n̶a̶i̶l̶ p̶o̶l̶i̶s̶h̶ (̶l̶e̶t̶ i̶t̶ g̶e̶t̶ c̶h̶i̶p̶p̶e̶d̶)̶ l̶o̶t̶s̶ o̶f̶ c̶h̶u̶n̶k̶y̶ b̶r̶a̶c̶e̶l̶e̶t̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ r̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ m̶u̶s̶i̶c̶ a̶r̶c̶t̶i̶c̶ m̶o̶n̶k̶e̶y̶s̶ m̶a̶r̶i̶n̶a̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶a̶m̶o̶n̶d̶s̶ s̶k̶y̶ f̶e̶r̶r̶a̶r̶i̶a̶ l̶a̶n̶a̶ d̶e̶l̶ r̶a̶y̶ j̶o̶y̶ d̶i̶v̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ l̶o̶r̶d̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶ n̶e̶i̶g̶h̶b̶o̶u̶r̶h̶o̶o̶d̶ n̶i̶r̶v̶a̶n̶a̶ t̶h̶e̶ 1̶9̶7̶5̶ p̶o̶p̶u̶l̶a̶r̶ m̶o̶t̶i̶f̶s̶ a̶l̶i̶e̶n̶s̶ b̶o̶x̶e̶d̶ w̶a̶t̶e̶r̶/̶ b̶l̶k̶ w̶a̶t̶e̶r̶/̶ v̶o̶s̶s̶ w̶a̶t̶e̶r̶ c̶o̶f̶f̶e̶e̶ w̶h̶i̶t̶e̶ h̶e̶a̶d̶p̶h̶o̶n̶e̶s̶ t̶v̶ s̶h̶o̶w̶s̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ d̶a̶r̶i̶a̶,̶ s̶k̶i̶n̶s̶ u̶k̶,̶ a̶n̶d̶ a̶m̶e̶r̶i̶c̶a̶n̶ h̶o̶r̶r̶o̶r̶ s̶t̶o̶r̶y̶ f̶l̶a̶s̶h̶/̶ p̶o̶l̶a̶r̶o̶i̶d̶ p̶h̶o̶t̶o̶g̶r̶a̶p̶h̶y̶ s̶u̶c̶c̶u̶l̶e̶n̶t̶s̶ v̶i̶n̶y̶l̶s̶ r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ s̶u̶n̶g̶l̶a̶s̶s̶e̶s̶ f̶l̶o̶w̶e̶r̶ c̶r̶o̶w̶n̶s̶ e̶m̶o̶j̶i̶s̶:̶ 👽̶🌿̶💀̶💫̶🔪̶🥀̶🌱̶☕̶🍼̶🌙̶☁̶️̶💿̶
fishnetsandnicotine 2014 grunge essentials i think i would have killed for something like this when tumblr was in its original grunge era and with the aesthetic having a resurgence i wanted to compile a list of essentials 👽🌿 fashion black high waisted skinny jeans floral dresses oversized 'grandpa' sweaters or cardigans fishnets regular black tights (to be strategically ripped) pleated/ skater skirts (black, white, maroon, plaid) oversized band shirts (popular ones include arctic monkeys, joy division, and nirvana) crop tops striped shirts (black and white) black or denim high waisted shorts for warm weather flannels! all the colours! wear them with everything denim jacket if you're into more of a pale grunge vibe, grid patterns are your thing same goes for holographic thigh high socks doc martens (boots or low cut) vans or converse creepers accessories/ hair/ makeup bleached or coloured hair, and make it messy space buns have always been iconic braids chokers silver and black jewellery anything celestial themed makeup should be either neat, with thick winged eyeliner and lots of mascara, or messy, with brown/ black eyeshadow, smudged eyeliner, and dark red lipstick black nail polish (let it get chipped) lots of chunky bracelets and rings music arctic monkeys marina and the diamonds sky ferraria lana del ray joy division lorde the neighbourhood nirvana the 1975 popular motifs aliens boxed water/ blk water/ voss water coffee white headphones tv shows like daria, skins uk, and american horror story flash/ polaroid photography succulents vinyls round sunglasses flower crowns emojis: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿
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f⃨i⃨s⃨h⃨n⃨e⃨t⃨s⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨n⃨i⃨c⃨o⃨t⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨ 2⃨0⃨1⃨4⃨ g⃨r⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨e⃨ e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨n⃨t⃨i⃨a⃨l⃨s⃨ i⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨k⃨ i⃨ w⃨o⃨u⃨l⃨d⃨ h⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨ k⃨i⃨l⃨l⃨e⃨d⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ s⃨o⃨m⃨e⃨t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ l⃨i⃨k⃨e⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨s⃨ w⃨h⃨e⃨n⃨ t⃨u⃨m⃨b⃨l⃨r⃨ w⃨a⃨s⃨ i⃨n⃨ i⃨t⃨s⃨ o⃨r⃨i⃨g⃨i⃨n⃨a⃨l⃨ g⃨r⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨e⃨ e⃨r⃨a⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ a⃨e⃨s⃨t⃨h⃨e⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨ h⃨a⃨v⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ a⃨ r⃨e⃨s⃨u⃨r⃨g⃨e⃨n⃨c⃨e⃨ i⃨ w⃨a⃨n⃨t⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨o⃨ c⃨o⃨m⃨p⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ a⃨ l⃨i⃨s⃨t⃨ o⃨f⃨ e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨n⃨t⃨i⃨a⃨l⃨s⃨ 👽⃨🌿⃨ f⃨a⃨s⃨h⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ h⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨ w⃨a⃨i⃨s⃨t⃨e⃨d⃨ s⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨n⃨y⃨ j⃨e⃨a⃨n⃨s⃨ f⃨l⃨o⃨r⃨a⃨l⃨ d⃨r⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨s⃨ o⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨i⃨z⃨e⃨d⃨ '⃨g⃨r⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨p⃨a⃨'⃨ s⃨w⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨ o⃨r⃨ c⃨a⃨r⃨d⃨i⃨g⃨a⃨n⃨s⃨ f⃨i⃨s⃨h⃨n⃨e⃨t⃨s⃨ r⃨e⃨g⃨u⃨l⃨a⃨r⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ t⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨t⃨s⃨ (⃨t⃨o⃨ b⃨e⃨ s⃨t⃨r⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨g⃨i⃨c⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨y⃨ r⃨i⃨p⃨p⃨e⃨d⃨)⃨ p⃨l⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨d⃨/⃨ s⃨k⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ s⃨k⃨i⃨r⃨t⃨s⃨ (⃨b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨,⃨ w⃨h⃨i⃨t⃨e⃨,⃨ m⃨a⃨r⃨o⃨o⃨n⃨,⃨ p⃨l⃨a⃨i⃨d⃨)⃨ o⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨i⃨z⃨e⃨d⃨ b⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨ s⃨h⃨i⃨r⃨t⃨s⃨ (⃨p⃨o⃨p⃨u⃨l⃨a⃨r⃨ o⃨n⃨e⃨s⃨ i⃨n⃨c⃨l⃨u⃨d⃨e⃨ a⃨r⃨c⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨ m⃨o⃨n⃨k⃨e⃨y⃨s⃨,⃨ j⃨o⃨y⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨i⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨,⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ n⃨i⃨r⃨v⃨a⃨n⃨a⃨)⃨ c⃨r⃨o⃨p⃨ t⃨o⃨p⃨s⃨ s⃨t⃨r⃨i⃨p⃨e⃨d⃨ s⃨h⃨i⃨r⃨t⃨s⃨ (⃨b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ w⃨h⃨i⃨t⃨e⃨)⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ o⃨r⃨ d⃨e⃨n⃨i⃨m⃨ h⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨ w⃨a⃨i⃨s⃨t⃨e⃨d⃨ s⃨h⃨o⃨r⃨t⃨s⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ w⃨a⃨r⃨m⃨ w⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨ f⃨l⃨a⃨n⃨n⃨e⃨l⃨s⃨!⃨ a⃨l⃨l⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ c⃨o⃨l⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨s⃨!⃨ w⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨m⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨y⃨t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ d⃨e⃨n⃨i⃨m⃨ j⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨e⃨t⃨ i⃨f⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨'⃨r⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨o⃨ m⃨o⃨r⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ a⃨ p⃨a⃨l⃨e⃨ g⃨r⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨e⃨ v⃨i⃨b⃨e⃨,⃨ g⃨r⃨i⃨d⃨ p⃨a⃨t⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨n⃨s⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ s⃨a⃨m⃨e⃨ g⃨o⃨e⃨s⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ h⃨o⃨l⃨o⃨g⃨r⃨a⃨p⃨h⃨i⃨c⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨ h⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨ s⃨o⃨c⃨k⃨s⃨ d⃨o⃨c⃨ m⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨e⃨n⃨s⃨ (⃨b⃨o⃨o⃨t⃨s⃨ o⃨r⃨ l⃨o⃨w⃨ c⃨u⃨t⃨)⃨ v⃨a⃨n⃨s⃨ o⃨r⃨ c⃨o⃨n⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨e⃨ c⃨r⃨e⃨e⃨p⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨ a⃨c⃨c⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨o⃨r⃨i⃨e⃨s⃨/⃨ h⃨a⃨i⃨r⃨/⃨ m⃨a⃨k⃨e⃨u⃨p⃨ b⃨l⃨e⃨a⃨c⃨h⃨e⃨d⃨ o⃨r⃨ c⃨o⃨l⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨e⃨d⃨ h⃨a⃨i⃨r⃨,⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ m⃨a⃨k⃨e⃨ i⃨t⃨ m⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨y⃨ s⃨p⃨a⃨c⃨e⃨ b⃨u⃨n⃨s⃨ h⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨ a⃨l⃨w⃨a⃨y⃨s⃨ b⃨e⃨e⃨n⃨ i⃨c⃨o⃨n⃨i⃨c⃨ b⃨r⃨a⃨i⃨d⃨s⃨ c⃨h⃨o⃨k⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨ s⃨i⃨l⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ j⃨e⃨w⃨e⃨l⃨l⃨e⃨r⃨y⃨ a⃨n⃨y⃨t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ c⃨e⃨l⃨e⃨s⃨t⃨i⃨a⃨l⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨m⃨e⃨d⃨ m⃨a⃨k⃨e⃨u⃨p⃨ s⃨h⃨o⃨u⃨l⃨d⃨ b⃨e⃨ e⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨ n⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨,⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨c⃨k⃨ w⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨e⃨d⃨ e⃨y⃨e⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨r⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ l⃨o⃨t⃨s⃨ o⃨f⃨ m⃨a⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨r⃨a⃨,⃨ o⃨r⃨ m⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨y⃨,⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ b⃨r⃨o⃨w⃨n⃨/⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ e⃨y⃨e⃨s⃨h⃨a⃨d⃨o⃨w⃨,⃨ s⃨m⃨u⃨d⃨g⃨e⃨d⃨ e⃨y⃨e⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨r⃨,⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ d⃨a⃨r⃨k⃨ r⃨e⃨d⃨ l⃨i⃨p⃨s⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨k⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ n⃨a⃨i⃨l⃨ p⃨o⃨l⃨i⃨s⃨h⃨ (⃨l⃨e⃨t⃨ i⃨t⃨ g⃨e⃨t⃨ c⃨h⃨i⃨p⃨p⃨e⃨d⃨)⃨ l⃨o⃨t⃨s⃨ o⃨f⃨ c⃨h⃨u⃨n⃨k⃨y⃨ b⃨r⃨a⃨c⃨e⃨l⃨e⃨t⃨s⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ r⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨s⃨ m⃨u⃨s⃨i⃨c⃨ a⃨r⃨c⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨ m⃨o⃨n⃨k⃨e⃨y⃨s⃨ m⃨a⃨r⃨i⃨n⃨a⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ d⃨i⃨a⃨m⃨o⃨n⃨d⃨s⃨ s⃨k⃨y⃨ f⃨e⃨r⃨r⃨a⃨r⃨i⃨a⃨ l⃨a⃨n⃨a⃨ d⃨e⃨l⃨ r⃨a⃨y⃨ j⃨o⃨y⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨i⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨ l⃨o⃨r⃨d⃨e⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ n⃨e⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨b⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨h⃨o⃨o⃨d⃨ n⃨i⃨r⃨v⃨a⃨n⃨a⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ 1⃨9⃨7⃨5⃨ p⃨o⃨p⃨u⃨l⃨a⃨r⃨ m⃨o⃨t⃨i⃨f⃨s⃨ a⃨l⃨i⃨e⃨n⃨s⃨ b⃨o⃨x⃨e⃨d⃨ w⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨/⃨ b⃨l⃨k⃨ w⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨/⃨ v⃨o⃨s⃨s⃨ w⃨a⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ c⃨o⃨f⃨f⃨e⃨e⃨ w⃨h⃨i⃨t⃨e⃨ h⃨e⃨a⃨d⃨p⃨h⃨o⃨n⃨e⃨s⃨ t⃨v⃨ s⃨h⃨o⃨w⃨s⃨ l⃨i⃨k⃨e⃨ d⃨a⃨r⃨i⃨a⃨,⃨ s⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨s⃨ u⃨k⃨,⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ a⃨m⃨e⃨r⃨i⃨c⃨a⃨n⃨ h⃨o⃨r⃨r⃨o⃨r⃨ s⃨t⃨o⃨r⃨y⃨ f⃨l⃨a⃨s⃨h⃨/⃨ p⃨o⃨l⃨a⃨r⃨o⃨i⃨d⃨ p⃨h⃨o⃨t⃨o⃨g⃨r⃨a⃨p⃨h⃨y⃨ s⃨u⃨c⃨c⃨u⃨l⃨e⃨n⃨t⃨s⃨ v⃨i⃨n⃨y⃨l⃨s⃨ r⃨o⃨u⃨n⃨d⃨ s⃨u⃨n⃨g⃨l⃨a⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨s⃨ f⃨l⃨o⃨w⃨e⃨r⃨ c⃨r⃨o⃨w⃨n⃨s⃨ e⃨m⃨o⃨j⃨i⃨s⃨:⃨ 👽⃨🌿⃨💀⃨💫⃨🔪⃨🥀⃨🌱⃨☕⃨🍼⃨🌙⃨☁⃨️⃨💿⃨
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I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty
Thank You You know, I’ve really grown attached to you. All this time I’ve spent with you has really made me feel a special connection to you. I mean, that doesn’t surprise you now, does it? You gave me shelter, fed me, and you’ve always been there for me. I honestly do not know how I could ever truly express my gratitude towards you. You’ve been so good to me, and I hope you know that I could not be any more grateful. I just wanted you to know that tonight, I’ll be bearing my - no, our - children, all 15,000 of them. They’ll be a reminder of the special connection we’ve shared these past few weeks; I just hope that you, or maybe your friends or family, will share the same connection with our children. From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for being such a good host.
‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.
r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜ping̨ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .
WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.
r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..
r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.
A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.
Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..
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1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, “If you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lįfe.” I pressed it once, and everything went dark̵.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they weren’t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.
.--. .--. (_ _) "SICK" (_ _) I CANNOT GO TO SCHOOL TODAY )( -by Shel Silverstein )( Said little Peggy Ann McKay. /__\ /__\ [____] __,--"""""""--,__ [____] "I have the measles and the mumps, ) ( _/ \_ ) ( A gash, a rash, and purple bumps. \__/ / ((((((()))) \ \__/ My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, [ _]/ (((((((())))))) \[ ] I'm going blind in my right eye. [(_`"-._((((((( ))))))--"`_) ] [ ) (((( ,_ _, )))) ( ] My tonsils are as big as rocks, [ / (() |*| |*| (() \ ] I've counted sixteen chicken pox. [/ ()) ''' ''' ()) \ ] And there's one more- ( (() '' ^ '' (() )] ...that's seventeen! [ ())'. C====O.'()) / ] And don't you think [(\_/) (() '-._____.-' (()( ( ] ...my face looks green? ./o o\())____/ \____())____) . :(= Y =)@-----'---`-----@--------: My leg is cut, my eyes are blue- |/`----'/|\ /|\ \It might be instamatic flu. |``________________________________ I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke | |\'.'''.'''.".'.'".'..'".'.'.'."" I'm sure that my left leg is broke. | |'\.'"..'...."'"'..'...'.'.'.'.'..'.\ | |.'\.''.'...'''"'..'..'.'.'.'..'. My hip hurts when I move my chin, | |.'.\.'"..'.'."".'".'..'.'.".'.'. My belly button's caving in, | |.'.'\'.".'.".'.".''.'".'.'".'.'. My back is wrenched, | |.".'.\'.'..'.".'.'.-".'.'.'.- '.' ...my ankle's sprained, | |.'.' .\'.'.''.''.''.''.'.'.''.'' My 'pendix pains each time it rains. | |'.'.' .\'".'.-".'.''".''.-'".'.'.'.".'.'.'.\ \ |.'.'." .\".'.'-'.'".'..'.'.'.'.' My nose is cold, my toes are numb, \|.'.'..".'\".'.''.'..".'.''-'''.' I have a sliver in my thumb. \'.'.'.''.'\.'.''.'..'".'.'..'.'. My neck is stiff, my spine is weak. \.'.'.'".'.\'.'".'.'.'".'.".".'. I hardly whisper when I speak. \'".'.".".'\".'.'.".'.'-".'.".'.'.'."."-".'.'.'\ \.'.".'.".'\'.'.".'-'.''.'.'.'.'.'.".'.'.".'.'.\ \'.'.'".".'\'.'.".'.-''".".'. My tongue is filling up my mouth, \'.".'.'.".\'.'.'.'.".'.'.'. I think my hair is falling out. \".'.".'.".\".'-".." .".'.' My elbow's bent- \ \'.".''.".'\".'.'." .'.' ". ...my spine ain't straight. \".'.-'.".'\.'.'- .'.".'. My temperature is one-o-eight. \".".'.'.'|~.-~~-.~~-~.'~-~-.-'~-~..~~'-~-~-~-~| \'.'.''.'|.".'.'..-'.'. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, \".'..".|".''.''.'.".' There is a hole inside my ear. \'.".'.|".''..'.'.'.' I have a hangnail, and my heart is- \".'.'|".-.'..'..-'.' ...WHAT? \'.'.|.'.'.-'.'.'.".'..'".'.'.".'.'.".'"..| \'.'|'.'.".'.'..'. What's that? What's that you say? \.'|".''.'-'.'.'. You say today is...Saturday? \'|.-.'-'.-".'." G'bye, I'm going out to play!" \|jgs''.'.'.'.'.'-'.'".'.'.'".'.'.'.'"| ~~~~`~~~`~~~``~~~~```~~~~~`~~~~`~~~~~
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

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Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.
‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix Any day now, she’ll say her first words. My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth. “P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…” My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying. “It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Mary’s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Mary’s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they can’t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah
I have been away… but don’t worry, I’ve still been lurking. And now that I’m back? Prepare. | 8 years ago
‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage She's gone, all because of him. Dead. He killed my wife. She'd still be here, if it's not for him. If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...
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⚫ South African astronomer Danie du Toit gave a lecture on how death can strike anyone, at any time. Upon the completion of this lecture, du Toit popped a mint candy into his mouth. It slid into the back of his throat, promptly causing him to choke to death. ⚫
. #DUDLEY, Sylvester, son of Sylvester & Anna, drowned 14 Jun 1802, age 5
Ennis Chronicle, Co. Clare, Ireland, Thurs 21 Mar 1793 JELLICO Limerick March 20 Last night Mrs. JELLICO confectioner fell into the river and was drowned. Submitted by #I000525
T H R E E L I V E S LOST . —————— (From a Correspondent.) A boating party, consisting of 8, left the town of Kenmare on Sunday last, and proceeded up the river about four miles, when a squall came on, and melancholy to relate, the boat upset and three people (Geoffrey Houlehan, Jeremiah Murphy, and Robert Downing) were drowned. The others saved themselves by clinging to the boat for upwards of an hour and a half, when a small boat from a vessel anchored in the harbour put off and rescued them from their perilous situation. The body of Downing was found the following day. The Cork Examiner, 16 April 1847
🇮🇪 Cavan Weekly News Published in Cavan, county Cavan SUDDEN DEATH. On Saturday night last, a man named John FAULKNER, residing at Aghaloora, near Kinaleck, was choked by a piece of meat sticking in his throat. This accident is becoming frequent in this neighbourhood, a man named DOWDAL having lost his life the other day at Finea from a similar case. This ought to teach people that good digestion depends very much on proper mastication of our food. December 6, 1878 🇮🇪
My Fear of Water pazuzuscrypt: I’ve always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can’t swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young. I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It always happened it was just normal for me, but i never got used to it. It was unnerving, but also soothing at the same time. She always made me feel like it was okay. I still avoided it, though, because I was just a kid and it was really freaky. I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up. It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him again, about my mom. He still wouldn't say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine. So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel. Today, buried in our town library, I found it. WINCHESTER: Withie, 28, drowned yesterday evening after climbing a razerwire fence and fleeing to a nearby resevoir. A funeral is scheduled by her family for the 25th. She was institutionalized just six months ago, after being found “not guilty” of attempted murder on grounds of insanity. Her husband Withie had acted quickly enough to rescue their infant child when she was found trying to drown him in a bathtub. Monday, December 14th, 2015 | via: pazuzuscrypt | source: pazuzuscrypt
BUEHLER, George d 1959 Jul 20, drown; IR 1959 Jul 30
BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849 🇮🇪 DEATH BY DROWNING- Last week Patrick Fitzgerald, a private of the 39th Regiment, while bathing in the Moy, near Foxford, where a detachment of that regiment is stationed at present, was seized with cramps and was drowned before some of his comrades, who were looking on, could render him any assistance. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 day ago SuspiciousSlowpoke I lay on the floor, para1yzed and nearing deαth The last sound I hear is my new-born baby crying in the bath, as it slowly fills with water..
I Begged You “Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and gives me a truly sorrowful look... The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so many times before already. “Any final words?” “Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say. clean conscience. That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a clean conscience. That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend developed a broken leg. I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun. Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly. —stellarpath
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago normancrane I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents. That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.
ᴱᵈⁿᵃ ᴳˡᵃˢˢᵐᵉʸᵉʳ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁰² ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁴ ᴶᵃⁿ ¹⁹⁰⁵ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ²–³⁾ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴸⁱᵇᵉʳᵗʸ ᴾʳᵃⁱʳⁱᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᴱᵈʷᵃʳᵈˢᵛⁱˡˡᵉ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈⁱˢᵒⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴵˡˡⁱⁿᵒⁱˢ⸴ ᵁᔆ ᴰᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴳˡᵃˢˢᵐᵉʸᵉʳ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵘᵗᵗᵒⁿ ᴬᵍᵉ ³
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Over a century ago, the woman was encouraged to keep her child after she's considering pregnancy termination. "your baby could be an artist or grow up to be a world leader" they had said, so she kept it and went to give birth to a baby boy c. 1888 He's named Adolf

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 hr. ago jesth857 I Watched As My Son Slowly Turned Blue After Tasting My Food From DoorDash Will they ever stop trying to poison me?
“So if you really are responsible for those unsolved kidnappings,” started the skeptical amateur reporter, “how do you lure your victims?” “With an interview.” by MintClicker
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago masiakasaurus On the last day I told my double, "only one of us be coming out alive." And I tied his umbilical cord around his neck.
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Como el principito con una rosa. Mi vida no ha sido la misma desde que leí; “A veces uno no quiere sanar algo que duele, porque quizás, ese sea el único lazo que queda con esa persona.” La mejor curva que tienes mujer no está en la copa de tu sostén, no está en las curvas de tu cadera, ni en tu trasero casi redondo; tu curva más bonita es tu sonrisa por saberte hermosa a pesar de las opiniones que pesen encima de tus hombros. Al parecer no he contado todas las estrellas en el cielo…ni descifrado por completo las miradas que me robas los suspiros y los sueños, Mi rostro clamando invierno, pero cuando sonríe el sol parece ser eterno. Mi amor tiene más gotas, que la lluvia de cualquier inseguridad.💫✨✨
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Like this is you have a bf/gf/crush <3 February 12th, 2014, 2:44 AM
𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 ♡ ੈ i am loved i am beautiful i am worthy i am kind to myself i trust myself
Sometimes I feel like I have my life together and then I'm like WOW that was a really nice 45 seconds November 14th, 2015, 11:51 AM
 ˚    . ✧      ˚     . ✧   ˚   . everything you are worried about is going to turn out ok, i promise you ˙ᵕ˙ ‧ ゚。⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ゚。⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ゚。⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ゚。⋆
I hate when websites ask "are you human?" ... no, I'm a vacuum. August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM
˚ . ✧   ˚      . ✧      ˚     . ✧  sending you as many good vibes as virtually possible ✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️
January 15th, 2013, 1:58 PM I have a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate moments.
Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”
𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ♡ ˚₊‧⁺
stop trying so hard for people who don't care Feb 18th, 2018
◌ 🌸 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁  ‎◌ 🧚🏽‍♂️ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌   ‎◌ 🫧 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 ‎◌ 🌱 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 ‎◌ 🪷 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌
To who ever is reading this; you’re lovely. Absolutely lovely. A perfect creation. You have so much potential and can achieve so much. Really, you are. So live your life the way it feel right, dream big dreams, and live passionately. Aug 19th, 2019
Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015
𝑡𝑖𝑝 🎀 ෆ self love is respecting yourself ෆ self love is setting boundaries ෆ self love is not skipping meals ෆ self love is standing firm on your beliefs ෆ self love is being kind to yourself ෆ self love is listening to what your body needs ෆ self love is prioritizing your mental health ෆ self love is embracing your physical “flaws” because it’s a part of you and makes you who you are ෆ self love is leaving people and situations that drain you ෆ self love is saying “no” to situations you’re not comfortable with even if it hurts someone else’s feelings
𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 what are 3 things i want to accomplish this week? what are 3 ways i can improve from last week? what can i let go of this week? what drained my energy last week? how can i prevent that from happening this week? list 3 things i’m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?
Losing Carrie Carrie’s parents were deep in mourning They had lost their daughter, without warning Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow Her mom looked down and in her head She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts Tell them how they would cope, where could they start? Her father looked down also and in his head His mind was racing with a sense of dread See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said Is, ‘Mom, please help me, he knows I’m not dead.’
Skin Deep On Monday she looked beautiful, her skin silky smooth and sleek. Then on Tuesday she was saddened by the pimple on her cheek. Wednesday was a nightmare, the awful blemish grew and grew. On Thursday people stopped and stared; it seemed like everybody knew. Friday left her scrambling, finding cover-up that matched. And early Saturday morning…..it hatched.
The End “The End is nigh” “Agency Officials: Spend this time with your loved ones” “Citizens prepare for the Inevitable” The newspapers were all the same. His mother whisked him away from the news stand and into her arms, but not before he read the last headline. “The Invasion: What could We have done?” “Mommy, what’s happening?” he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. “The humans. They found us.”
in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。 in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。 in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。 in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。 in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。 in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ゚。
Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as you’re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You don’t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through “Its merely the rustling of the leaves,” But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.
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