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.”

“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.

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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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.

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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→ 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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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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..

‘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.

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.

‘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.”

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 .

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.

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.

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.

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..

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.

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.

"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."

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.

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: 👽🌿💀💫🔪🥀🌱☕🍼🌙☁️💿

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.

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

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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.

‘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...

I have been away… but don’t worry, I’ve still been lurking. And now that I’m back? Prepare. | 8 years ago

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

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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.

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𝒾 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒾 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓅𝒽 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂

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 　　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙩! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡!. 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 “𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 !” 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮! 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘿𝙊 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛! 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙊𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛! 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡? 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙝ar𝙙𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚!!! 𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰!, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

˚ . ✧　　 ˚ 　 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　 sending you as many good vibes as virtually possible ✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️✨🧁✨☁️

𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝟑𝟏𝟒𝟒𝟑𝟐𝟑𝟒𝟐𝟓: 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐒! ♡︎ 𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏𝒆: 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒘𝒐: 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆: 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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

࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚ ✰‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ꒰ † ੭‎ ‎ ‎バラのように繊細 ꒰ ✧ ꒱  ۪ ♡ᱹ ʾʿ ⬞ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 & 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘛𝘦𝘢۪ ♡ᱹ ʾʿ ⬞ ˚ ° ⊹ ˚. (ㅅ´ ˘ `) 海の音とコオロギの音˚ ° ⊹ ˚. ♪ ♫ ⸜ 🌸 ⸝˚𝘓𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭⸜ 🌸 ⸝˚ ♪ ♫ ♡ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ桜の花びらが私のチャの上に落ちる ♡ㅤ ㅤ۫ㅤ ࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚࿙‌֒࿚

☘🍓\(💖〰💖💢)/💫🍮 💖💫(=⭐ᗜ⭐=)💫💖 (🎀ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ🎀) ♡☆\(꩜▪︎꩜)/☆♡💢🌽 (✿ > w <)♦️💛🍭₍^ =°ヮ°=^₎🎀🌈 ( 🍓O 〰 O🍓 )🌽🍭( •ω• 🎀)🍱 ($ᯅ $ )/ 💸ᵇᶦˡˡᶦᵒⁿ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ᵇᵃᵇʸ 🌈💫(∗Xω X∗)🥤♣️ ₊‧꒰ა(♡ ❛ ᵕ ❛♡ )໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🫧ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵃᶦʳʸ 🫧 ( ♥️O♥️☘)ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵒᵒ🍔🌈🌳 (✮U✮)⭐💫🎀ℜ𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯★🎸🎧 (⑅・◦・⑅)🎀 kitty♡kitty♡ 🐱🎨(🍥◕u◕🍥)🎨🐱 (⋆𖦹.𖦹⋆)🌽 (🌸=`ω´=🌸) ｡*:☆(・ω・)｡:゜☆｡🍥 (๑ ᵔ﹃ ᵔ ๑)🍔♥️☘🍅🌈ଘ( ゝ。∂)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆ 🍮(◕﹃◕✿)🍮(ˊ〇ˋ*)•◦❥◦••◦❥◦•🌸⭐🌸 ⭐️🍎 ۪ ⊹ ֗ Ｍａｄｅ Ｂｙ Ｍｅ ۪ ⊹ ֗ ⭐️🍎

𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 ♡ ੈ i am loved i am beautiful i am worthy i am kind to myself i trust myself

﹒₊˚︵ ★﹒₊‧ 🎀🥞🥄つずつオンになったｓｔａｒｌｉｇｈｔ 震えてくる私の心🎀🥞🥄﹒₊˚︵ ★﹒₊‧🌈🍦 🍼🎀⋆｡˚ ⋆✿.*今は笑うよ、ｓｍｉｌｅ ａｇａｉｎ🌈🍦 🍼🎀⋆｡˚ ⋆✿.*幸せな瞬間だ、ハッピーデイズ˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩ 甘い📒🎀🧃ｆｅｅｌｉｎ ＇私の心いっぱいに広がってくるから🍎🌈今日も幸せになる注文をかけて✩˚∘˙⊹˚✩

｡ 🎀🌈 ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ 🎀🌈 ｡ ·+.·⊹ Ｍｏｏｎｌｉｇｈｔ🌙🎀 柔らかい ·+.·⊹ ｡ 🎀🌈 ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ 🎀🌈 ｡

𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ꔫ ·˚⊹ ♡ i'm always calm, grounded and relaxed ♡ all my clothes are soft, comfortable and have my desired scent ♡ my clothes always smell like baby powder and vanilla and have a very mild, comfortable scent ♡ wool and clothing tags don't bother me ♡ i have plenty of time to rest and enjoy my own company, and engage in my special interests ♡ it's easy for me to find pretty clothes that fit my sensory needs ♡ i have access to accommodations, like noise cancelling headphones, which are incredibly helpful, and cute stim toys, like mildly scented squishies ♡ i'm always warm, cozy and comfortable ♡ i have a formal diagnosis and can afford therapy ♡ i love my therapist, she's extremely helpful ♡ people around me are incredibly understanding and perform acts of service in order to make things more accessible to me ♡ i'm safe and cared for ♡ everyone i meet is extremely understanding and open to learn more about autism ♡ it's easy for me to make friends ♡ i'm immune to sensory overload, shutdowns, meltdowns and autistic burnout ♡ i love being who i am ♡ it's easy for me to learn new things ♡ i easily have access to my safe items and safe foods ♡ my life is soft and cozy, like being in the stardew valley and animal crossing universe

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ 　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊ ᎮᏗᏕᏖᏋᏝ ᎶᎥᏒᏝᏕ 常時服　/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 🍥　 　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 ˚ 　 . everything you are worried about is going to turn out ok, i promise you ˙ᵕ˙ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆

｡・ 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・

⭐️ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ⭐️ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ⭐️ 🌺✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ ✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ ✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ🌺 🎨🎀 Ｏｎｅｇａｉ Ｍｙ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ 第２２話🎨🎀 🌺✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ ✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ ✿ *: ･ ﾟ ✩ * ೃ🌺 ⭐️ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ⭐️ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ⭐️ ﹢˖ ☆ ⁞ ﹢˖★𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮! ﹢˖ ☆ ⁞ ﹢˖★

　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 someone being patient with you is just so sweet and soft ♡ 　　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

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

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The best apple snack Ingredients: 1-2 apples ½ - 1 Teaspoon of cinnamon Steps: First you need to cut the apples in 8 equal parts Then you have to coat the apples equally with cinnamon ( 1 tsp for 2 apples and ½ tsp for one apple) Lastly, you have to put the apples in the oven at 180°C/ 356°F in the oven for 20. The apples are soft in the inside and the taste resembles an apple pie filling. It’s also low calorie.

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

｡ 🎀🌈 ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ 🎀🌈 ｡ 🐥🎀待っています、はい、待っています。私の🐥🎀 🎀🍮🌈ＲＡＩＮＢＯＷ🎀🍮🌈 🐥🎀それはこれから起こる予兆 早く光を見せて、🐥🎀 🎀🍮🌈ＲＡＩＮＢＯＷ🎀🍮🌈 ｡ 🎀🌈 ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ ₊ ˚ ︶︶✩︶︶‌ 🎀🌈 ｡

ＵＮＰＯＰＵＬＡＲ ＯＰＩＮＩＯＮ 1: 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 “𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭” 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴3𝘹𝘶𝘢1 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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｡

𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙.

やあやあ˚∘˙⊹˚✩ああ、はい、🌈🎀 愛しています🌈🎀˚∘˙⊹˚✩🍎⭐️🚎Ｈａｖｅ Ａ Ｎｉｃｅ Ｄａｙ🍎⭐️🚎˚‧ ﾟ ｡ﾟ ۪ ࣪虹色🍮🎀🌈. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁イチゴハウス🐥🎀🌈⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆🍓ぴんく🍓⋆♫˚.⋆⭒.˚⋆ᘍ ♡🧇🎀🌈🧃🥕🎀Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ Ｄａｙｓ｡⋆₊ ⊹(🎀🌈๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑🎀🌈)｡⋆₊ ⊹🥕🎀あおりんご🍮⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺🍮くりーむいえろー🌈🍊🎀✧˖°.₊ ⊹ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆.˚⋆｡˚₊˚⊹♡࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ 🌈🌸🎨虹を見たければ、🌈🌸🎨ちょっとやそっとの雨は我慢しなくちゃ🌈🌸🎨. ݁₊ ⋆.˚⊹ ٠ ࣪イチゴ味⭑. ݁˖. ݁₊⋆.˚🍓🍓

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ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ *𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞<𝟑* “𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔?, 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒎” ░（ヘ雨ぢギく　たー凹ヽす憶益え往） ★彡𝟕 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬彡★ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿 ⠀ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿

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August 8th, 2012, 3:53 PM matching everything. justgirlythings

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.

I hate when websites ask "are you human?" ... no, I'm a vacuum. August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM

someone: calls me by a nickname me: 💝💛💖💙💖💞💞💖💞💖💝💛💞❤️💙💛💙💜💘💚💟💟💓💞💚💕💖💜💝💛💞💓💘💞💖💜💟💛💘💞 2017/10/01 •

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

☆ 𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓮𝓰𝓸. ☆

▄︻デ══━一💥 *𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎* “𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 ♪ (　-_･) ︻デ═一 ▸ (/❛o❛)/ ♪

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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?

stop trying so hard for people who don't care Feb 18th, 2018

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.’

January 15th, 2013, 1:58 PM I have a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate moments.

Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015

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.”

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