Chuckycore Emojis & Text

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.”

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“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _♥__♥_____♥__♥___ Put This _♥_____♥_♥_____♥__ Heart _♥______♥______♥__ On Your __♥_____/______♥__ Page If ___♥____\_____♥___ You Had ____♥___/___♥_____ Your Heart ______♥_\_♥_______ Broken ________♥_________…………….

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.

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.

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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?

Tuesday 16 October 2012 Smile SMS Smile SMS → ∂ση ησт gσ ƒσя ℓσσкѕ, тнєу ¢αη ∂є¢єινє. ∂ση ησт gσ ƒσя ωєαℓтн, єνєη тнαт ƒα∂єѕ αωαу. gσ ƒσя ѕσмєσηє ωнσ мαкєѕ уσυ ѕмιℓє вє¢σz σηℓу α ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ α ∂αяк ∂αу ѕєєм вяιgнт. → ѕмιℓє ιѕ ¢σмρℓєтє ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн уσυя ℓιρѕ яєƒℓє¢тѕ ιη уσυя єуєѕ αη∂ єη∂ѕ ωιтн α gℓσω ση уσυя ƒα¢є. ωιѕн уσυ мαηу ѕυ¢н ѕмιℓιηg мσмєηтѕ ιη уσυя ℓιƒє. → ∂яєαмѕ мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg ρσѕѕѕιвℓє,нσρє мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg ωσякѕ,ℓσνє мαкєѕ єνєяутнιηg вєαυтιƒυℓ,ѕмιℓє мαкєѕ αℓℓ тнє αвσνє кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg αℓωαуѕ. → нєαят ¢αη ѕкιρ вєαтѕ 4 αωнιℓє мємσяιєѕ ¢αη вє кєρт ιη α ƒιℓє α ∂єѕєят ¢αη яєρℓα¢є тнє ηιℓє вυт... ησтнιηg ¢αη ѕтσρ α ѕмιℓє ωнєη υя ηαмє αρρєαяѕ ση му мσвιℓє. → ησ σηє ιѕ вσяη нαρρу. вυт αℓℓ σƒ υѕ αяє вσяη ωιтн тнє αвιℓιту тσ ¢яєαтє нαρριηєѕѕ. ѕσ тσ∂αу, мαкє σтнєяѕ нαρρу. ƒℓαѕн уσυя ѕωєєтєѕт ѕмιℓє. нανє α ∂αу ƒυℓℓ σƒ ѕмιℓєѕ → кєєρ тнє ѕмιℓє, ℓєανє тнє тєαя, тнιηк σƒ נσу, ƒσяgєт тнє ƒєαя , нσℓ∂ тнє ℓαυgн, ℓєανє тнє ραιη, вє נσυуσυѕ тιℓℓ ι ѕмѕ αgαιη → α gυη ¢αη кιℓℓ ѕσмєσηє. ƒιяє ¢αη вυяη ѕσмєσηє. ωιη∂ ¢αη ¢нιℓℓ. αηgєя ¢αη яαgє тιℓℓ ιт тєαяѕ уσυ αραят. вυт тнє ρσωєя σƒ уσυя ѕмιℓє ¢αη нєαℓ α ƒяσzєη нєαят. → ℓєт мє gυєѕѕ ωнαт υ я ∂σιηg... яєα∂ιηg вσσк? ηα ηα! ℓιѕтιηιηg мυѕι¢? υнυ! ωαт¢нιηg тν? ηαн! ¢αυgнт υ! мιѕѕιηg мє αη∂ яєα∂ιηg му ѕмѕ ηα.!! σн ησω υ я ѕмιℓιηg. → σηє ¢αη∂ℓє єησυgн тσ ¢υт ∂αякηєѕѕ. σηє тяυє ƒяιєη∂ єησυgн тσ мαкє ℓιƒє нαρρу. σηє gσσ∂ gυι∂є єησυgн ƒσя ѕυ¢¢єѕѕ. σηє ѕмѕ ƒяσм уσυ єησυgн тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє… α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу… ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂郃єяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg … αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ … → σƒ αℓℓ тнє ѕмιℓєѕ уσυ яє¢єινє∂ тσ∂αу, тнєяє ιѕ α ѕмιℓє уσυ ∂ι∂η’т яє¢єινє. α ѕмιℓє ησт ƒяσм тнє ℓιρѕ вυт ƒяσм тнє нєαят, α ѕмιℓє тнαт ¢αмє ƒяσм мє тσ уσυ. → ιη тнє мσяηιηg, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє тσ мαкє мє нαρρу… ¢σσℓ вяєєzє нυgѕ мє тσ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє… вιя∂ѕ ѕιηgѕ тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє…. вυт му ∂єαя, тнєу ∂σηт кησω тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ ιη¢σмρℓєтє υηтιℓ ι яємємвєя уσυя ƒα¢є… → αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу, αℓωαуѕ ωєαя α ѕмιℓє; ησт вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ ƒυℓℓ σƒ яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє уσυя ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя мαηу σтнєяѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. → ѕσмє тιмєѕ….ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ αℓσηє. ι ¢ℓσѕє му єуєѕ αη∂ тнιηк σƒ уσυ… αη∂ тнє тнσυgнт σƒ уσυя ℓσνє ωσямѕ мє ιηѕι∂є αη∂ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ωнєη уσυ ѕмιℓє ιт ℓιкє α ѕυηяιѕє тσ мє. αη∂ ι ωαηт α ∂αιℓу ѕυηяιѕє ιη му ℓιƒє. ѕσ… ѕσ…. ѕσ….. ѕσ…… ѕσ кєєρ ѕ*м*ι*ℓ*ι*η*g → ιƒ єα¢н ℓєαƒ σƒ α тяєє ιѕ уσυя ѕмιℓє тнєη ι ρяσмιѕє уσυ му ∂єαя, ι ωιℓℓ ωαтєя ιт тняσυgн συт му ℓιƒє тσ ѕєє уσυя єνєяgяєєη ѕмιℓє ƒσяєνєя → ∂σ¢тσя’ѕ ρяєѕ¢яιρтιση 4 υ. α ¢υтє ℓιттℓє ѕмιℓє 4 вяєαкƒαѕт. мσяє ℓαυgнѕ 4 ℓυη¢н. ℓσтѕ σƒ нαρριηєѕѕ ƒσя ∂ιηηєя. ∂σ¢тσя’ѕ ƒєє? αη ѕмѕ ωнєη υ я ƒяєє. → ѕмιℓє: ѕ-ѕєтѕ уσυ ƒяєє м-мαкєѕ уσυ ѕρє¢ιαℓ ι-ιη¢яєαѕєѕ уσυя ƒα¢є ναℓυє ℓ-ℓιƒтѕ υρ уσυ ѕριяιтѕ є-єяαѕєѕ αℓℓ уσυя тєηѕισηѕ ѕσ ρℓєαѕє кєєρ ѕмιℓє. → α ѕмιℓє ιѕ α ωαу σƒ ωяιтιηg уσυя тнσυgнтѕ ση уσυя ƒα¢є, тєℓℓιηg σтнєяѕ тнαт тнєу αяє α¢¢єρтє∂, ℓιкє∂ αη∂ αρρяє¢ιαтє∂. ѕσ, нєяє’ѕ α вιg ѕмιℓє ƒσя уσυ тєℓℓιηg уσυ тнαт уσυ αяє αρρяє¢ιαтє∂ → тєαяѕ αяє мσяє тяυтнƒυℓ тнαη ѕмιℓє вє¢αυѕє уσυ ¢αη ѕмιℓє ιη ƒяσηт σƒ єνєяуσηє вυт уσυ ωιℓℓ σηℓу ¢яу ιη ƒяσηт σƒ σηє ωнσ ιѕ ѕρє¢ιαℓ ƒσя уσυ. → ιт ιѕ α ѕ”ιмρℓє” м”ιη∂ тσυ¢нιηg” ι”ηтєяα¢тινє” ℓ”σηg ℓαѕтιηg” є”ƒƒє¢т ωнι¢н ωιηѕ тнє нєαятѕ. уєѕ.. ιтѕ уσυя “ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє” ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg αℓωαуѕ, gσσ∂ мσяηιηg! → ιƒ уσυ ωσяяу αвσυт α тяσυвℓє ιт вє¢σмєѕ ∂συвℓє вυт ωнєη уσυ ѕмιℓє αт ιт, ιт ∂ιѕαρρєαяѕ ℓιкє α вυввℓє ѕσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє αт уσυя ρяσвℓєм. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg → ѕмιℓιηg ιѕ ιηƒє¢тισυѕ уσυ ¢αт¢н ℓιкє тнє ƒℓυ. ωнєη ѕмιℓє∂ αт тσ∂αу, ι ѕтαятє∂ ѕмιℓιηg тσσ. ι ραѕѕ яσυη∂ тнє ¢σяηєя, αη∂ ѕσмєσηє ѕαω му gяιη. ωнєη ѕмιℓє∂ ι яєαℓιzє ι ραѕѕє∂ ιт ση тσ ιм! ι тнσυgнт αвσυт тнαт ѕмιℓє, тнєη ι яєαℓιzє∂ ιт’ѕ ωσятн. α ѕιηgℓє ѕмιℓє ℓιкє мιηє ¢συℓ∂ тяανєℓ тнє єαятн → ѕιмρℓє мυѕι¢ ¢αη мαкє уσυ ѕιηg, α ѕιмρℓє нυg ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ вєттєя, ѕιмρℓє тнιηgѕ ¢αη мαкє уσυ нαρρу. нσρє му ѕιмρℓє нι ωιℓℓ мαкє уσυ ѕмιℓє …gσσ∂ мσяηιηg…. → ѕнαкєѕρєαяє ѕαι∂ ∂ση’т ωσяяу! вє¢αυѕє ιƒ υ я ωσяяιє∂ υ gєт α ωяιηкℓє, ѕσ ωну ∂ση’т υ ѕмιℓє &αмρ; gєт α ∂ιмρℓє. αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє αη∂ вє нαρρу → ℓєт α ѕмιℓє вє уσυя υмвяєℓℓα, αη∂ уσυ’ℓℓ єη∂ υρ ωιтн α ƒα¢є ƒυℓℓ σƒ яαιη → α ѕα∂ gιяℓ ωαѕ ѕιттιηg ωιтн нєя вσуƒяιєη∂. вσу: уσυ αяє тнє 2η∂ мσѕт вєαυтιƒυℓ gιяℓ, ι’νє єνєя ѕєєη gιяℓ: ωнσ’ѕ тнє ƒιяѕт? . . . вσу: ιт’ѕ уσυ ωнєη υ ѕмιℓє..! → ѕσмєтιмєѕ….ωнєη ι’м αℓℓ αℓσηє. ι ¢ℓσѕє му єуєѕ αη∂ тнιηк σƒ уσυ… αη∂ тнє тнσυgнт σƒ уσυя ℓσνє ωσямѕ мє ιηѕι∂є αη∂ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє. → ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя → α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ яє∂ ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 υя тєєтн, ριηк ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ℓιρѕ, ѕιℓνєя ¢σℓσυя 2 υя єуєѕ, ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; єηנσу тнє ¢σℓσυяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє → ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂郃єяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ → яσѕє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя gяα¢є… α∂νσ¢αтє ιѕ ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя нιѕ ¢αѕє… нσяѕєѕ αяє ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя яα¢є… вυт уσυ αяє ƒαмσυѕ ƒσя ѕмιℓє ση уσυя ƒα¢є…! нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу → α ѕмιℓє gινєѕ яє∂ ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ¢нєєкѕ, ωнιтє 2 υя тєєтн, ριηк ¢σℓσυя 2 υя ℓιρѕ, ѕιℓνєя ¢σℓσυя 2 υя єуєѕ, ѕσ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg &αмρ; єηנσу тнє ¢σℓσυяѕ σƒ ℓιƒє → тнєяє ιѕ αℓωαуѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя єνєяутнιηg α яєαѕση тσ ℓινє α яєαѕση тσ ∂ιє α яєαѕση тσ ¢яу, вυт ιƒ уσυ ¢αη’т ƒιη∂ α яєαѕση тσ ѕмιℓє ¢αη ι вє тнє яєαѕση ƒσя α ωнιℓє → ѕмιℓє ιη єαѕє, ѕмιℓє ιη ραιη, ѕмιℓє ωнєη тяσυвℓє, ρσυя ℓιкє яαιη, ѕмιℓє ωнєη ѕσмєσηє нυят υя ƒєℓℓιηgѕ, ѕмιℓєѕ уσυ кησω αяє νєяу нαιℓηg… → ѕσмєσηє ѕσмєωнєяє ∂яєαмѕ σƒ уσυя ѕмιℓє… αη∂ ωнιℓє тнιηкιηg σƒ уσυ ѕαуѕ ℓιƒє ιѕ ωσятнωнιℓє. ѕσ ωнєηєνєя уσυ’яє ℓσηєℓу…яємємвєя ιтѕ тяυє…. ѕσмєσηє ѕσмєωнєяє ιѕ тнιηкιηg σƒ уσυ → тнσυѕαη∂ѕ σƒ ℓαηgυαgєѕ αяσυη∂ тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂ вυт “ѕмιℓє” ¢αη вєαт тнєм αℓℓ. вє¢αυѕє “ѕмιℓє” ιѕ тнє ℓαηgυαgє єνєη α вαву ¢αη ѕρєαк.. → нєу.. ℓιѕтєη .. тωσ ρєσρℓє ωєяє αѕкιηg мє уσυя ∂єтαιℓѕ тσ∂αу. ι gανє тнєм уσυя α∂∂яєѕѕ αη∂ мσвιℓє ηυмвєя. тнєу ωιℓℓ вє νιѕιтιηg уσυ ѕσση. тнєιя ηαмєѕ αяє נσу &αмρ; нαρριηєѕѕ. → тнє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ, тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωαѕ αη∂ тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωιℓℓ вє αℓωαуѕ σηє. ωнαтєνєя уσυ ∂σ ,ωнєяє єνєя уσυ ℓινє αη∂ ωнєяє єνєя уσυ gσ. αℓωαуѕ ρяσυ∂ тσ вє σηє ωσяℓ∂ιαη. נυѕт ℓσνє ιт! → αℓωαуѕ вє нαρρу, αℓωαуѕ ωєαя α ѕмιℓє; ησт вє¢αυѕє ℓιƒє ιѕ ƒυℓℓ σƒ яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє вυт вє¢αυѕє уσυя ѕмιℓє ιтѕєℓƒ ιѕ α яєαѕση ƒσя мαηу σтнєяѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. . . → ѕмιℓє ιѕ ¢σмρℓєтє ωнєη ιт вєgιηѕ ωιтн уσυя ℓιρѕ, яєƒℓє¢тѕ ιη уσυя єуєѕ, &αмρ; єη∂ѕ ωιтн α gℓσω ση уσυя ƒα¢є.. ωιѕн уσυ α ℓσт σƒ ѕмιℓιηg мσмєηтѕ ιη уσυя ℓιƒє…:-) → ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя → ιη тнє мσяηιηg, ѕυη gαzєѕ αт мє тσ мαкє мє нαρρу ¢σσℓ вяєєzє нυgѕ мє тσ ѕєє му ѕмιℓє вιя∂ѕ ѕιηgѕ тσ мαкє мє ѕмιℓє вυт му ∂єαя, тнєу ∂σηт кησω тнαт му ѕмιℓє ιѕ ιη¢σмρℓєтє υηтιℓ ι яємємвєя уσυя ƒα¢є → α ѕмιℓє ¢σѕтѕ ℓєѕѕ тнαη єℓє¢тяι¢ιту, вυт gινєѕ мσяє ℓιgнт ѕσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ρяσνє тнαт υ αяє тнє вєѕт вυℓв ιη ραкιѕтαη ∂ση’т gєт ƒυѕє∂! → кιℓℓ ∂ ѕтяєѕѕ в4 ιт кιℓℓѕ υ яєα¢н ∂ gσαℓ в4 ιт кι¢кѕ υ нєℓρ єνєяу1 в4 ѕυм1 нєℓρѕ υ ℓινє ℓιƒє в4 ℓιƒє ℓєανєѕ υ кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg:-) → ωнєη ι ѕмѕ уσυ, ι ¢αη ησт ѕєє уσυ. вυт ι кησω ωнєη уσυ яєα∂ му ѕмѕ. α ѕωєєт ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σмє ση уσυя ƒα¢є. тнєη ι ρяαу тσ gσ∂ тσ вℓєѕѕ уσυя ѕмιℓє ƒσяєνєя → ιη єα¢н ѕιηgℓє ∂αу, ωє ѕмιℓє &αмρ; ℓαυgн ѕσ мαηу тιмєѕ! ωє ηєνєя тнαηк gσ∂ αƒтєя єνєяу ѕмιℓє! вυт ωє ∂σ вℓαмє нιм ƒσя єνєяу тєαя ωє ¢яу!! нσω ѕтяαηgє вυт тяυє!! → ℓινє ωιтн ησ єχ¢υѕєѕ αη∂ ℓσνє ωιтн ησ яєgяєтѕ. ωнєη ℓιƒє gινє уσυ 100 яєαѕσηѕ тσ ¢яу. ѕнσω ℓιƒє тнαт уσυ нανє 1000 яєαѕσηѕ тσ ѕмιℓє. кєєρ ѕмιℓιηg. → ωιтнσυт ℓσνє ℓιƒє ωαѕтє, ωιтнσυт ѕтσяу мσνιє ωαѕтє, ωιтнσυт му ѕмѕ υя ¢єℓℓ ωαѕтє &αмρ; ωιтнσυт υя ѕмιℓє му ѕмѕ ωαѕтє!! → gєт υρ ƒяσм уσυя ѕσƒт ѕσƒт вє∂. σρєη уσυя тєєηу єєηу єуєѕ. ωєαя тнαт נσℓℓу ωσℓℓу ѕмιℓє. αη∂ ѕαу тσ уσυяѕєℓƒ gσσ∂ мσяηιηg ƒяσм мє, нανє α ηι¢є ∂αу. 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The other day, I went to my church for youth group. We were making PBJ sandwiches for the homeless people.I wasn't really that happy that day because I was dealing with my parents's divorce.A random man came up and said "Smile more.You're beautiful."And walked away. He made my day.He GMH Aug 7, 2013 at 9:30pm by Anonymous

→ ι тнιηк υ я νєяу ¢αяєℓєѕѕ!!! υ ¢σмє &αмρ; ℓєανє тнιηgѕ вєнιη∂!!!! ѕєє ησω ωнαт υ нανє ℓєƒт?? υ נυѕт ¢αмє ιη му мιη∂ &αмρ; ℓєƒт α ѕмιℓє ση му ƒα¢є….

→ уєѕтєя∂αу ιѕ нιѕтσяу. тσмσяяσω ιѕ муѕтєяу. тσ∂αу ιѕ α gιƒт. тнαт ιѕ ωну ιт ιѕ ¢αℓℓє∂ “тнє ρяєѕєηт”. ℓινє ιη “тнє ρяєѕєηт” αη∂ мαкє уσυя ℓιƒє вєαυтιƒυℓ тσ∂αу → ƒσυя ƒα¢тѕ тσ ℓινє вєттєя ℓιƒє ; 1ѕт: ηєνєя ѕαу ѕσяяу тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ℓιкєѕ уσυ. 2η∂: ηєνєя ѕαу вує тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ηєє∂ѕ уσυ. 3я∂: ηєνєя вℓαмє тнє σηє , ωнσ яєαℓℓу тяυѕтѕ уσυ. 4тн: ηєνєя ƒσяgєт тнє σηє , ωнσ αℓωαуѕ яємємвєяѕ уσυ → ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє… α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу… ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂郃єяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg … αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ … → α ѕιηgℓє нαяѕн ωσя∂ ѕρσкєη αт тнє тιмє σƒ αηgєя ιѕ ѕσ ρσιѕσησυѕ тнαт ιт мαкєѕ υѕ тσ ƒσяgєт тнє 100 ℓσναвℓє ¢σηνєяѕαтισηѕ ωιтнιη ѕє¢ση∂ѕ. → ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя → gσσ∂ вєнανισя ¢αη ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ вυт gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ ¢αη ηєνєя ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ вєнανισя ѕσ кєєρ уσυя вєнανισя αт тнє вєѕт ℓєνєℓ

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.

I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him

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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

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.

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.

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.

‘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 .

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.

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..

"Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn't recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, "On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center."

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..

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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...

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: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿

r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago AuthorDuff ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ Mommy, there's something under my bed," the girl yelled. I cûrsêd at myself for being too loud as I watched the mother's feet enter the bedroom.

“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield

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.

Pretending to be asleep doesn’t work ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a mvrderer carrying the bødies of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the bløød of the déád bødies. He then hides under the child's bed... The child is scared beyond relief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathing from under the bed... An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence... “I know you’re awake”. He senses something shift underneath his bed...

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

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 6 yr. ago Lightuke After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed" I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."

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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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:̷ 👽̷🌿̷💀̷💫̷🔪̷🥀̷🌱̷☕̷🍼̷🌙̷☁̷️̷💿̷

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:̶ 👽̶🌿̶💀̶💫̶🔪̶🥀̶🌱̶☕̶🍼̶🌙̶☁̶️̶💿̶

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dramama i bring dramama with my girls in the back 🗣️ (argue more its so fun to watch)

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｡⋆

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?

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

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.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 ౨ৎ 1 don’t compare yourself to other people 2 repeat number 1 daily

i am lucky 𖦁　 ˚ 　　　. ✧　　 　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　˚ 　. ᰔ luck is always by my side ᰔ i am the luckiest girl right now ᰔ luck never lets me down ᰔ it always turns out good ᰔ everything i want is mine ᰔ miracles happen to me daily ᰔ things always work out for me ᰔ i am always just so lucky 　　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

｡・ ﾟ・｡ ｡ +. ﾟ｡・. ｡. * ﾟ + ｡・ﾟ・｡・ﾟ・. ｡* ｡ ・ﾟ・ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ a small reminder for you, try not to be so hard on yourself, i know you are trying and giving your best! i know it might sound crazy to you right now but better days WILL come and you will look back at this exact moment and remember how impossible it all seemed. ♡ but look, you DID it! you got through one of your hardest days. so, don’t give up. healing takes time. it might all seem impossible but you will get there. it doesn’t have to look a certain way, in fact, healing looks different for everyone. go at your own pace and don’t try to rush anything! it’s not a race! ♡ don’t stress yourself out and try to worry less. you are stronger than you think and i KNOW you can do this and get through whatever you are going through! 🌸 you GOT THIS! ˙ᵕ˙ ｡・ ﾟ・｡ ｡ +. ﾟ｡・. ｡. * ﾟ + ｡・ﾟ・｡・ﾟ・. ｡* ｡ ・ﾟ・

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

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｡

‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * it has gotten better before and it will again ☆ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ *

𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ soft hearted, kind to myself, divine, glowing soul gentle, loving aura, dreaming big 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒

・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・ i hope this year brings us lots of love, blessings and good people 🧁 ⟡ ﾟ｡

　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . you are bigger than what is making you anxious 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 .

everyone shut up 🎀🎀 let's keep this website just for cute emojis n symbols not ur arguments over some DOTS take it to twitter or something pls and thank uu 🙏 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ༊*·˚

. ✧ 　 ˚　 . i will face whatever comes today with a positive attitude ♡ 　　˚ 　 . ✧　　 .

My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

compassionatereminders "But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing Feb 17th, 2024

daily affirmations ˙ᵕ˙ ❤︎ i won’t be so hard on myself ❤︎ i belong here ❤︎ i am worthy of what i desire ❤︎ i love me always ❤︎ happiness is in my hands

nondivisable some of yall need to understand that "my bødy, my chøice" also applies to: addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting phys dısabled people who deny medical treatment neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality dısorder) trans people who want or don't want to medically transition and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase

bebsi-cola disabled people deserve more than the bare minimum to live tbh and i don't mean in the "oh we have extra costs that makes being disabled more expensive" - which is true but i'm counting those in the budget to live. disabled people also deserve enough money to buy treats, nice clothes, fund their hobbies, take a trip away and so on. being disabled shouldn't force you into a life of frugality and poverty Mar 7th, 2024

Accessibility should not be an afterthought Feb 21st, 2024 silversarcasm Your daily reminder that inaccessibility isn’t just a little bothᥱr to dısabled people but is part of a violent ableist culture that bars dısabled people from many parts of life and treats them as unimportant and unneeded

chthonic-pain if you work at an inaccessible venue and a dısabled person calls up to ask if there is wheelchair access, you are doing them a favour and being a good ally by saying the truth and warning that person about inaccessibility. if you want to help dısabled people, you need to make an effort not to put obstacles in our way, and that means informing us of access issues so that we can plan around them and avoid getting stuck or hurt̸. if you lie about or try to minimise access issues, you are instead putting us in danger. we will learn about the inaccessibility one way or another: either by you telling us, or by going there and finding out for ourselves when we hit a roadblock. don't let it be the second one.. Mar 28th, 2024

disabilityreminders You’re allowed to use accommodations even if you could technically get by without them. Use the accommodations if you can. You don’t need to be at the highest level of suffering to be valid in using them. If they improve your quality of life or paın level or anything at all like that, then they’re worth using and you deserve to use them. Jan 18th, 2024

The Ethics of Work Aug 14th, 2015 The Ethics of Work I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do. It’s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that I’ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. I’ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to one’s livelihood as well as anything else. I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didn’t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of one’s life? Not many can say they’ve been blessed like that. My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, I’m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face. Speaking of smiles, my clients are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face. I guess it was inevitable that I’ve begun taking my work home with me. It’s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practise my work as often as I can. I think that’s what gotten me into trouble. I’ve been relieved of my job, because of my “off the clock” work. I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though I’m now on the other side of them. I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see. In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.