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Exercises to Increase Height Here are some of the common exercises that you can try if you are wondering how to grow height in one week— 1. Hanging Hanging on a bar for 15-20 minutes can help increase height as it stretches your muscles. It will also strengthen your core muscles. 2. Cycling Cycling may also help increase height as it stretches your calf muscles. You can adjust the height of your cycle's seat for the best effects. 3. Skipping Skipping is another easy exercise to increase height. As you jump, it expands and contracts your leg muscles. It might increase your height. You can try jumping for a few days before you start skipping with a rope. 4. Swimming Swimming is one of the best exercises for overall fitness. This exercise stretches your muscles and also helps tone them. There is no scientific research that suggests swimming can guarantee height gain. However, many people believe that muscle stretching while swimming can increase height.

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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago GuyAwks Take Her Swimming on the First Date Fake lips, fake eyelashes, fake brows, fake complexion, fake curves and fake hair. All that and no wonder blokes don’t trust women nowadays. I ring the doorbell and my date answers, looking just as stunning as when I’d asked her out at the pub. Anthea is a Mediterranean beauty, dark blondie hair framing her bandage dress, her olive skin radiant. But that’s just how she looks. Me and my mates know looks can be deceiving. The amount of foundation some of these stuck-up birds in our neighbourhood trowel on is atrocious. Who gave them the idea that vain cakefaces are what guys dig? Everyone always jokes about how, if you don’t want to wake up next to a 2, you need to take her swimming first. Well, I’m not joking tonight. “Where are we heading?” Anthea coyly asks from my passenger seat. “I hope I’m not overdressed.” “Hmm” I reply. “I was thinking we could take a walk by the shore, sit on the pier and...just relax.” “Sure, that sounds like a nice first date! Just...no swimming okay?” Typical princess, I think smugly as I nod. What Miss Perfect doesn’t know is that I’m actually planning a midnight dip in the sea for her. It’ll be the ultimate gag— of an ice queen melting after I’ve tossed her off the pier. “Tonight was wonderful, Alfie” Anthea swoons to me later that evening, dangling her legs over the jetty. Now it’s finally showtime. Interlocking my fingers with hers, I suddenly send the two of us lurching into the water. As I surface, I expect to see running mascara and waterlogged extensions. Indeed, my date’s form is beginning to melt away. But what I’m glimpsing is...skin shedding into scales...fingers melding into webbed claws. I can only tread water as the woman metamorphosizes into a serpentine monster before my eyes. Whatever illusion this creature had going, seawater has clearly broken it—and Anthea is not happy. “We could have had so much more fun together” she hisses, incensed. “This is premature.” With that, the sea siren viciously seizes me and drags me underneath the waves, her voice echoing on as water fills my lungs. “I only take men to sea on the last date.”

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago IAbstainFromSociety My attempt to break into the cockpit with the fire axes failed, as the cockpit doors had been reinforced to protect against terrorism. Alone in the cockpit, there was nothing to stop my suicidal co-pilot from crashing the plane into the mountains..

Search the dictionary "horror" meaning in All languages combined Noun [English] IPA: /ˈhɒɹ.ə/ [New-England, Received-Pronunciation], /ˈhɔɹ.ɚ/ [Canada, General-American], /ˈhɑɹ.ɚ/ [New-York-City, Philadelphia], /ˈhɔɚ/ (note: some accents) Audio: en-us-horror.ogg ▶️ [US] Forms: horrors [plural] [Show additional information ▼] (countable, uncountable) An intense distressing emotion of fear or repugnance. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense distressing fear or repugnance): tmerr [masculine] (Albanian), رُعْب (ruʕb) [masculine] (Arabic), خَوْف (ḵawf) [masculine] (Arabic), սարսափ (sarsapʿ) (Armenian), ահ (ah) (Armenian), vahimə (Azerbaijani), dəhşət (Azerbaijani), жах (žax) [masculine] (Belarusian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Belarusian), ভয় (bhoẏ) (Bengali), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Bulgarian), страх (strah) [masculine] (Bulgarian), horror [masculine] (Catalan), 恐怖 (kǒngbù) (Chinese Mandarin), 恐懼 (Chinese Mandarin), 恐惧 (kǒngjù) (Chinese Mandarin), hrůza [feminine] (Czech), gru (Danish), rædsel (Danish), gruwel [masculine] (Dutch), õudus (Estonian), kauhu (Finnish), kammo (Finnish), hirveys (Finnish), horreur [masculine] (French), effroi [masculine] (French), horror [masculine] (Galician), საშინელება (sašineleba) (Georgian), Angst [feminine] (German), Furcht [feminine] (German), Horror [masculine] (German), Grauen [neuter] (German), Greuel [masculine] (German), 𐌿𐍃𐍆𐌹𐌻𐌼𐌴𐌹 (usfilmei) [feminine] (Gothic), τρόμος (trómos) [masculine] (Greek), אֵימָה (éima) [feminine] (Hebrew), दहशत (dahśat) [feminine] (Hindi), आतंक (ātaṅk) [masculine] (Hindi), भय (bhay) [masculine] (Hindi), borzalom (Hungarian), ógn [feminine] (Icelandic), horor (Indonesian), uafás [masculine] (Irish), orrore [masculine] (Italian), 恐怖 (kyōfu) (alt: きょうふ) (Japanese), 恐れ (osore) (alt: おそれ) (Japanese), қорқыныш (qorqynyş) (Kazakh), ភេរវារម្មណ៍ (pheirĕəʼviərɑm) (Khmer), 공포 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), 무서움 (museoum) (Korean), 두려움 (duryeoum) (Korean), коркунуч (korkunuc) (Kyrgyz), horror [masculine] (Latin), šausmas [feminine] (Latvian), siaubas (Lithuanian), šiurpas (Lithuanian), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Macedonian), страв (strav) [masculine] (Macedonian), аймшиг (ajmšig) (Mongolian), gru [feminine] (Norwegian Bokmål), redsel [masculine] (Norwegian Bokmål), orror (Occitan), ōga [masculine] (Old English), دهشت (dahšat) [masculine] (Pashto), وحشت (vahšat) (Persian), دهشت (dahšat) (Persian), Grul [feminine] (Plautdietsch), groza [feminine] (Polish), strach [masculine] (Polish), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), groază [feminine] (Romanian), oroare [feminine] (Romanian), spaimă [feminine] (Romanian), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Russian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Russian), боя́знь (bojáznʹ) [feminine] (Russian), घोर (ghora) [masculine] (Sanskrit), у̏жа̄с [Cyrillic, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), ȕžās [Roman, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), hrôza [feminine] (Slovak), groza [feminine] (Slovene), horror [masculine] (Spanish), skräck [common-gender] (Swedish), fruktan [common-gender] (Swedish), fasa [common-gender] (Swedish), даҳшат (dahšat) (Tajik), ваҳшаг (vahšag) (Tajik), дәһшәт (dähşät) (Tatar), куркыныч (qurkınıç) (Tatar), empelñe (Tocharian B), korku (Turkish), dehşet (Turkish), elhençlik (Turkmen), жах (žax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), دہشت (dahśat) [feminine] (Urdu), قورقۇنچ (qorqunch) (Uyghur), qoʻrquv (Uzbek), dahshat (Uzbek), sự khiếp (Vietnamese), sự ghê rợn (Vietnamese) [Show more ▼] (countable, uncountable) Something horrible; that which excites horror. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▼] (countable, uncountable) Intense dislike or aversion; an abhorrence. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense dislike or aversion): отвраще́ние (otvrašténie) [neuter] (Bulgarian), kammo (Finnish), inho (Finnish), dégoût (French), aversion (French), отвраще́ние (otvraščénije) [neuter] (Russian), омерзе́ние (omerzénije) [neuter] (Russian) [Show more ▼] (uncountable) A genre of fiction designed to evoke a feeling of fear and suspense. Tags: uncountable Categories (topical): Horror, Fear, Genres, Horror, Literary genres [Show more ▼] (countable) An individual work in this genre. Tags: countable Translations (literary genre): жах (žax) [masculine] (Belarusian), у́жаси (úžasi) [masculine, plural] (Bulgarian), terror (Catalan), 恐怖 (kǒngbù) (Chinese Mandarin), horor (Czech), kauhu (Finnish), kauhukirjallisuus (Finnish), Horror [masculine] (German), ホラー (horā) (Japanese), 호러 (horeo) (Korean), 공포 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), у́жаси (úžasi) [masculine, plural] (Macedonian), хо́рор (hóror) [masculine] (Macedonian), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Russian), ужа́стик (užástik) [colloquial, masculine] (Russian), хо́ррор (xórror) [masculine, neologism] (Russian), skräck [common-gender] (Swedish), жах (žax) [masculine] (Ukrainian) [Show more ▼] (countable, colloquial) A nasty or ill-behaved person; a rascal or terror. Tags: colloquial, countable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▼] (informal) An intense anxiety or a nervous depression; often the horrors. Tags: countable, informal, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (informal: intense anxiety): täpinät [plural] (Finnish) [Show more ▼] (in the plural, informal) Delirium tremens. Tags: countable, in-plural, informal, uncountable [Show more ▼] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Synonyms: nightmare, horrour (english: hypercorrect spelling or archaic) [UK] Hypernyms: speculative fiction Related terms: horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifical, horrification, horrify [Show more ▼] Noun [Galician] IPA: [ɔˈroɾ] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: espanto, pavor, terror Related terms: horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Noun [Hungarian] IPA: [ˈhorːor] [Show additional information ▼] horror [Show more ▼] Noun [Latin] IPA: /ˈhor.ror/ [Classical], [ˈhɔrːɔr] [Classical], /ˈor.ror/ (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical), [ˈɔrːor] (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical) [Show additional information ▼] bristling (standing on end) Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] shaking, shivering, chill Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] dread, terror, horror Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Related terms: horrendus, horridus, horribilis, horrificus Noun [Old French] Forms: horror oblique singular or [canonical, feminine], horrors [oblique, plural], horror [nominative, singular], horrors [nominative, plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror or terror Synonyms: horrour, horrur [Show more ▼] Noun [Polish] IPA: /ˈxɔr.rɔr/ [Show additional information ▼] (colloquial) horror (something horrible; that which excites horror) Tags: colloquial, inanimate, masculine [Show more ▼] horror movie Tags: inanimate, masculine Synonyms: film grozy [Show more ▼] horror (literary genre) Tags: inanimate, masculine [Show more ▼] Noun [Portuguese] IPA: /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoɾ/ [São-Paulo], [oˈhoɾ] [São-Paulo], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Rio-de-Janeiro], [oˈχoχ] [Rio-de-Janeiro], /oˈʁoɻ/ [Southern-Brazil], [oˈhoɻ] [Southern-Brazil], /ɔˈʁoɾ/ [Portugal] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: temor, terror Related terms: horrendo, hórrido, horrífero, horrífico, horripilar, horrível, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Adjective [Romanian] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: feminine, indeclinable, masculine, neuter [Show more ▼] Noun [Romanian] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: neuter [Show more ▼] Noun [Spanish] IPA: /oˈroɾ/, [oˈroɾ] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror; terror Wikipedia link: Diccionario crítico etimológico castellano e hispánico Tags: masculine Synonyms: miedo, temor, terror Derived forms: horror al vacío Related terms: horrendo, horrible, hórrido, horrífico, horripilante, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Inflected forms horrores (Noun) [Portuguese] plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Spanish] plural of horror horrors (Noun) [English] plural of horror horrore (Noun) [Latin] ablative singular of horror horroribus (Noun) [Latin] dative/ablative plural of horror horrorem (Noun) [Latin] accusative singular of horror horroris (Noun) [Latin] genitive singular of horror horrori (Noun) [Latin] dative singular of horror horrorum (Noun) [Latin] genitive plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Latin] nominative/accusative/vocative plural of horror Alternative forms horrour (Noun) [Old French] Alternative form of horror horrour (Noun) [English] Misspelling of horror. horrour (Noun) [English] Obsolete form of horror. horrow (Noun) [English] Alternative form of horror If you use this data in academic research, please cite Tatu Ylonen: Wiktextract: Wiktionary as Machine-Readable Structured Data, Proceedings of the 13th Conference on Language Resources and Evaluation (LREC), pp. 1317-1325, Marseille, 20-25 June 2022. 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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 2 yr. ago GuyAwks More Unsolicited Parenting Advice We’ve all run into those insufferable types before in our lives. You know the kind. Total strangers who somehow think they’ve earned the right to micro-manage how you raise your kids just seconds after meeting you. And the kicker is when they aren’t even parents themselves. What would they know? After a long afternoon of dropping items into a shopping cart, me and my preschooler had almost finished the weekly grocery haul. We were on our way to the checkout counter when a lady at a near- by promotional kiosk summoned my attention. “Hello ma’am, could I please have a moment of your time?” the apron-clad woman chirped from behind her booth. Spying the unfinished Coke Zero can Ivy was drinking, this lady scrunched up her face in disapproval. The next words out of her mouth made my blood boil. “I see that your little princess is drinking a canned soda. Ooh, that’s not so great. Have you considered trying our special, 100% natural vitamin juices? Here, try a sample.” Instantly, her hand shot out with a small plastic cup filled with liquid. Taken aback by her boldness I tried to remain somewhat polite. “Thank you, but we’re not interested,” I answered curtly. Something was so unsettling about her fake smile and shrill enthusiasm. “A girl as young as her shouldn’t be drinking soda. It’s full of sugars and unhealthy preservatives. Let me throw that away for you-” Without any hesitation, she reached down to pry the can out of my daughter’s hands. I could not believe the audacity of this woman. “Excuse me!” I snapped, finally losing my composure. “How dare you try and take my daughter’s drink!” “But miss, this is much healthier for your angel,” protested the creepy woman waving her strange-looking syrup at us. “Surely you don’t want her to be sickened by all those dangerous chemicals-” “If you don’t leave us alone, I will report you to the supervisor!” With that, we turned and began strolling away from said relentless salesperson. Only once we were in- to the parking lot did I feel myself calming down. Gosh, that lady really freaked me out. What are the odds someone would randomly try to discard my daughter’s soda on today of all days. The one day I chose to put poisson in it. That rare, traceless toxin I slipped into her soda can earlier today cost me a fortune to order from overseas. The bubbles from the carbonation mask any taste of the thing, making it the perfect delivery system for it. My oblivious daughter would've been dēαd within the hour.. Oh, how I wish people would keep their parenting advice to themselves. It’s not needed. I know how to kıll my own kid just fine, thank you very much!

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago villianrules After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer. It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.

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My Fear of Water pazuzuscrypt: I’ve always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can’t swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young. I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It always happened it was just normal for me, but i never got used to it. It was unnerving, but also soothing at the same time. She always made me feel like it was okay. I still avoided it, though, because I was just a kid and it was really freaky. I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up. It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him again, about my mom. He still wouldn't say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine. So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel. Today, buried in our town library, I found it. WINCHESTER: Withie, 28, drowned yesterday evening after climbing a razerwire fence and fleeing to a nearby resevoir. A funeral is scheduled by her family for the 25th. She was institutionalized just six months ago, after being found “not guilty” of attempted murder on grounds of insanity. Her husband Withie had acted quickly enough to rescue their infant child when she was found trying to drown him in a bathtub. Monday, December 14th, 2015 | via: pazuzuscrypt | source: pazuzuscrypt

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ᯓ★ “𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺!” 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞? ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ♡ ✦ wash your hair. i use the black castor oil shampoo and masque from shea moisture. the scent is lovely, it smells natural and faintly of vanilla, and the shampoo is clarifying, so it cleans your scalp really well. ✦ use a body scrub. you can make your own using brown sugar, honey, almond oil, a couple of drops of lavender oil… you’ll feel like a newborn baby when you’re done. ✦ do some decluttering. donate or sell clothes you no longer wear, throw away old papers, receipts… clean and organize your makeup. throw away any products that are expired, wash your makeup brushes and use a wipe to clean dust and grime off makeup containers. keep in mind most makeup products only last six to twelve months. you can check the expiration date on the container, generally next to the ingredient list. ✦ clean and tidy your space. open the windows, change your sheets, clean your space and when you’re done, light a scented candle or incense. i like using vanilla incense and i love the shea butter yankee candle ♡ 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 ୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ♡ the perfect time to do these things is now. you don’t have to wait until the new year, don’t tell yourself things like “i’ll start next week”. do it now. respect yourself enough to know you deserve to be clean and live in a tidy, comfortable space. and next time you’re shopping, ask yourself these questions: “will this bring value to my life?” “will this make my life easier?” “do i love this?” make sure you’re not going crazy with buying clothes, makeup, trinkets… be smart about your purchases so you don’t end up with a cluttered space all over again.

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𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲; 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫

ℑ 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡…. 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡… 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔬 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔣𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯… 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢

A JOURNEY TO AUTISM v (Autistic author) SpongeBob picks up his cards and looks for any twos. "Got any twos?" he asks, trying to keep the peace. But Plankton's focus has shifted, his eye no longer on the game. "Fish," he says again, his voice desperate. Sponge Bob's patience snaps like a dry twig. "Plankton, enough with the fish!" he exclaims, tossing his cards down onto the floor. The sudden movement startles Plankton, and his antennas retract slightly. "What's wrong with you!" Sponge Bob asks, his voice shaking with frustration. "You're not the same, Plankton." Plankton's antennas wobble, and his eye darts around the room, unable to meet Sponge Bob's gaze. "Fish," he whispers, his voice lost. SpongeBob's frustration was palpable in the tense air of the Chum Bucket, his eyes wide with confusion. He had always known Plankton to be a master of manipulation and cunning wit, so seeing him in such a repetitive state was unsettling. He didn't understand why his friend's world had narrowed down to a simple game of Go Fish and the repeated question for more of the same card. "Plankton, I don't get it," Sponge said, his voice tight with the effort to stay calm. "What's with all the fish?" Plankton's antennas drooped further, his eye cast downward. "Fish," he mumbles again, his voice deflated. "Need more fish." Sponge Bob's mind races to understand the change in Plankton's behavior. He's known Plankton for so long, they've had countless battles over the Krabby Patty formula, but this, this is different. The way Plankton's voice echoes his own words, how he can't seem to let go of the word "fish," it's almost as if he's a different person entirely. "Plankton, please," Sponge Bob pleads, his voice cracking. "Why do you keep saying that?" Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his expression a mix of confusion and sadness. "Fish," he repeats, his voice a mere whisper. "Need fish." "I told you Plankton," Sponge Bob says, his voice strained with patience, "I don't have any more twos, so I can't give you any fish." Plankton's antennas droop, his eye sad. "No fish," he whispers. Sponge Bob's at his wit's end. "Look, Plankton," he says, his voice firm. "This isn't fun anymore. Why do you keep asking for fish when I don't have any?" Plankton's antennas shoot up again, his eye widening in surprise. "Fish?" he asks, as if the concept has just been introduced. Sponge Bob's patience snaps like a rubber band. "Yes, fish!" he yells, his spongy body trembling with frustration. "But I don't have any!" Plankton flinches at the loudness of Sponge Bob's voice, his antennas retreating into his body. "Fish?" he whispers, his eye wide with fear. Sponge Bob's frustration remains. "Why do you keep asking for fish?" he asks. "What's happening to you, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas twitch erratically, his expression a mix of pain and confusion. "Don't know what's happening to you Plankton." Plankton says. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears, his voice shaking. "I just want my friend back," he whispers. "I don't know what happened to you." Plankton's antennas drop, his eye filling with sorrow. "Friend," he repeats, his voice small. "Sponge Bob friend." Yet Sponge Bob doesn't understand. He only sees his friend acting strange and distant, and he can't stay calm anymore. "Why can't you just be normal!" Sponge Bob exclaims, his voice shaking with emotion. Plankton's antennas tremble, and his eye fills with uncertainty. "Fish?" he whispers, his voice shaking. But SpongeBob's frustration was only growing. "I can't do this," he says, his voice shaky. "You're not my friend like this, Plankton. I don't know what happened to you, but I need you to snap out of it!" Plankton's antennas wilt at Sponge Bob's anger, his eye filling with a sorrow that seems to mirror Sponge Bob's own. "Fish," he whispers, his voice trembling. "Need fish." Sponge Bob's heart aches as he watches his friend's distress. He's so tired of the echoing words, the endless loop of "fish." With a sigh, Sponge Bob gathers the scattered cards, his movements deliberate and careful. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice gentler now. "But we can't keep playing this way." Plankton's antennas droop as he watches Sponge Bob clean up. "Fish?" he asks, his voice small and hopeful. Sponge Bob turns, his face a mask of anger and hurt. "No, Plankton," he says firmly. "We're not playing anymore; I'm tired of it!" Plankton's antennas wobble at the harshness of Sponge Bob's tone. "No fish?" he asks, his voice small and trembling. Sponge Bob cannot hold back anymore, as his frustration won't let up. "Plankton," he says, his voice tight with emotion, "I don't have any more fish! Can't you understand that?" Plankton's antennas quiver, his eye welling up with tears. "Fish," he whispers, his voice shaking. That's the last straw. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears of anger and frustration. He's had enough of Plankton's strange behavior, his incessant echoing of words. "You're not listening!" he yells, slamming the cards down on the floor. "I don't have any more fish Plankton, so just stop it!" Plankton's antennas shiver at the harshness of Sponge Bob's words, his body shrinking under the weight of the accusation. "Fish?" he asks again, his voice cracking. Sponge Bob's fists clench, his knuckles turning white. "No more fish!" he says, his voice shaking with anger. "I've had enough of you and your fish!" Plankton stops but Sponge Bob's anger still burns bright. He doesn't know what's happening to Plankton, but he can't tolerate this strange behavior any longer. "What's wrong with you?" Sponge Bob yells, his eyes wide with desperation. "Why can't you just play normally, huh? How hard is it to just ask for a card without all the fish nonsense? I didn't come here to play your weird games!" Plankton's antennas quiver, his eye swelling with unshed tears. "Fish," he whispers, his voice barely audible. Sponge Bob's anger continues to build, his frustration spilling over like boiling water. "You're not even trying!" he accuses, his voice rising. "What happened to you, Plankton?" Plankton's antennas droop, his body slumping. "Fish," he mumbles, his voice broken. Sponge Bob's eyes fill with tears, his heart aching for his friend. "I don't understand," he says, his voice cracking. "What's wrong with you?" Plankton's antennas barely move, his expression a mask of sorrow. "Fish," he whispers, his eye searching Sponge Bob's. Sponge Bob's anger grows, his voice raised. "You're just saying the same thing over and over! Why can't you talk to me normally?" Plankton's antennas flatten against his head, his eye welling up with tears. "Fish," he says again, his voice shaking. Sponge Bob's fists clench tighter, his knuckles white with frustration. "I don't know what's going on with you," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "But this isn't how we talk to each other. We're friends!" Plankton's antennas barely twitch, his expression lost. "Fish," he whispers, his voice desolate. Sponge Bob's anger reaches its peak, his eyes flashing. "I don't have any fish!" he yells, his spongy body quivering with rage. "Why can't you just talk to me?" Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his eye wet with unshed tears. "Fish," he murmurs, his voice a plea. Sponge Bob feels like his patience has been stretched to its breaking point. "I can't do this," he says, his voice shaking with the effort to control his emotions. He turns away, his back to Plankton. "We're not playing anymore," he declares. "We're not playing anything until you start making sense! So you can either stop acting weird and talk to me like a normal being or, I'm leaving!" He kicks the cards, and then Karen decides to intervene. Her voice is firm but kind. "Sponge Bob," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Plankton's not doing this on purpose. Plankton can I tell Sponge Bob?" Plankton nods slowly, his eye never leaving Sponge Bob's back. "Sponge Bob," Karen continues, her voice soothing, "Plankton had a bad accident, and..." Her words hang in the air, but Sponge Bob doesn't turn around. "What?" he asks, his voice small and defeated. Karen's voice is soft but steady. "Plankton hit his head and it affected his brain," she explains. "He has something called Autism now." Sponge Bob turns, his eyes wide with shock. "What's that?" he asks, his voice trembling. "It's a condition," Karen says gently, her gaze meeting Sponge Bob's. "It makes it hard for him to understand certain things, like how to play games without getting stuck on one word." She gestures to Plankton, who's shedding tears rolling down his cheeks. Sponge Bob's anger evaporates, replaced by sympathy. "Oh, Plankton," he says, his voice full of sadness. He steps towards his friend, his hand reaching out. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Plankton's antennas wobble as he looks up at Sponge Bob, his single eye brimming with tears. "I'm sorry," he says again, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to get so mad." Plankton's antennas lift slightly, his eye meeting Sponge Bob's with gratitude. "Fish," he whispers, but it's not a demand this time. It's more of a statement of understanding.

It was my fault By Reddit user three_in_the_morning ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ Josh and I were seniors in high school, who wanted to become math majors. He was more into solving difficult puzzles, I was more into making the solutions more faster and clean. Nonetheless, we were both teenage boys who enjoyed messing around with one another On his birthday his sister gave him a 10 x 10 x 10 Rubik's cube. His parents gave him a car: an old mustang his father had just finished tuning up the week prior. I gave him a book about the history of math. Throughout the next couple of weeks I noticed him changing. He started to talk less and less. He started to grow more thin and more tired.At lunch, his hands would just fidget under the lunch table. He spent most of his days either at home or at the library. After a three month absence from school, it was announced that he had an eating disorder and starved himself to death. we had an assembly for him in the gym. When it was his sister's turn to speak she started off by saying nice things about him before breaking down and blubbering about how it was her fault he was dead. He never had an eating disorder. He spent all his time on trying to solve the Rubik's cube she gave him for his birthday. That is when I remembered. This one time, he had went to the washroom and left the Rubik's cube on his desk. I thought it would be funny if I rearranged the stickers on it.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 57 min. ago BaronBigly My abductor was “kind” enough to leave a TV in my windowless cell so I could watch my devastated family on the news. I had to do a double take when I turned the TV on and there I was, smiling like a cheshire cat, my parents beside me sobbing with relief that I’d been rescued.

Thursday 5 July 2012 Makeup Tutorial: Foliate Swirls Music, Arts, Crafts, Recipes and Fashion blogging from a Gothic/Dark Romantic perspective. You will need: ✥Primer and foundation to match your skin tone ✥Matt white eyeshadow ✥Black soft kohl pencil ✥Felt-tipped eyeliner pen ✥Silver liquid eyeliner ✥Metallic silver eyeshadow ✥Metallic pewter eyeshadow ✥Black eyeshadow. ✥Brush-tipped liquid liner. The first step is to prime and apply foundation. As this design itself is quite heavy, I have applied primer and a very sparing amount of foundation under my eyes to act as concealer, and a tad of actual concealer over the worst of the bags under my eyes. Too much foundation and heavy looks can appear caked. I'm relatively pale naturally, and am using tinted primer and foundation that approximately match my skin tone. Don't forget to set the nose and the rest of the face with powder, but don't set the foundation around the eyes. The next step is to add some strong matt white eye-shadow under the brow line, and then to dust some lightly across the cheeks and above the brow line, forming a 'C' shape around the outside of the eye on the bony parts of the face. This is basically for the purpose of highlighting the contours and to contrast better against the black that will be added later in this look. I use a matt white at this point because a shimmer or pearlescent white would have the wrong lustre for the highlights. The third stage is creating a shadowy effect under the eye. Firstly line below the lashes with a soft, smudgy kohl pencil, then with either a cotton-bud (q-tip) or the edge of your little finger, smudge the kohl outwards and downwards. Try to get it to fade out smoothly. Be careful at the point where you meet with the upper lid not to get black on the outward continuation of the crease of the upper lid. Afterwards, take a felt-tipped black eyeliner pen (NOT a felt-tip pen!) and go over the kohl right up against the lashes. Emphasises the extension of the upper lid's crease by drawing in the downward curve with the same liner. You want to be drawing in the crease, below the upper lid. The idea is to give the illusion of a longer upper lid and therefore longer eye. This stage is most fun! First of all cover the upper lid up to the crease formed by the curvature of the eyeball with liquid silver eyeliner. You want to pick a really metallic shade. I have gone over this with Rimmel metallic silver eyeshadow and then metallic pewter eyeshadow in the corner in order to set the liquid eyeshadow. Draw in the crease with the kohl pencil, and dab over it with black eyeshadow to set. Apply the pewter eyeshadow between the white from earlier and the black. Using a narrow but fluffy-ish brush, blend the outwards to the brow from the black. Begin pencilling in the eyebrow. The next step is fun when you get the hang of it, but requires practice. Take a liquid eyeliner with a brush tip and line the upper lid narrowly over the silver and draw in your swirls. Practice drawing swirls before going out with this. If you use a a brush-tipped liner you can get a variation in width of line when you change the angle. End a few of the lines with tapering ends, or with curls that form dots, practice drawing stylised leaves. I tend to have the swirls emerge from the lower lid line and the extension of the corner, and then have one emerging at the end of the crease following the curve of the lower lid. These swirls are going to have silver on them in the next step so I have included a few broad sections that look a little odd at this stage. You can stop at this stage if you want a sharper, more minimal set of swirls (my personal preference), or go onto the next for an extra level of fanciness. The last stage is adding the silver highlights on the black swirls in silver liner. If it bleeds out onto the black, then just line around it again carefully in more black. Just add small sections of silver on the broadest parts of the black swirls. I also added some dots in black liquid liner below the brow and tidied up the drawing in of the brow. I then applied white eyeliner to my lower waterline and applied mascara to both lower and upper lashes. Then you're done! Swirls with silver and snazzy metallic eyeshadow.

ღ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔯𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔭, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 ! 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯, 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 - 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱

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 6 min. ago gogozombie2 As I wandered lost in the woods, I couldn't help but think that i would die alone. "Not alone," came a voice from the trees.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago GraceTheGreat666 I asked the genie to show what I look like a year from now. I found myself staring at a gravestone with my name on it.

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/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..

❤︎ you are pretty ❤︎ ❤︎ you are kind ❤︎ ❤︎ you are strong ❤︎ ❤︎ you are brave ❤︎ ❤︎ you are dreamy ❤︎ ❤︎ you are loved ❤︎

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago Classic-Dog8399 ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵖˡˢ ⬇️ When I picked up my daughter from the mental institution, something was off about her. It was not just the feeling in my soul, but the stitches across her forehead.

What The Tide Brings In ⇩⇩⇩ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ⇩⇩⇩ From Redditor u/hauntedfossils: After the DNA analysis, the investigators were in utter shock. The hundreds of feet that washed ashore yesterday all belonged to one person.

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 3 hr. ago SadiqUddin I came out of the shower and I saw a burglar standing over the bodies of my family. I couldn't just let him get away, he's seen too much.

. #DUDLEY, Sylvester, son of Sylvester & Anna, drowned 14 Jun 1802, age 5

r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 day ago SuspiciousSlowpoke I lay on the floor, para1yzed and nearing deαth The last sound I hear is my new-born baby crying in the bath, as it slowly fills with water..

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ღ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱, 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰. ℌ𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔥𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔐𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢’𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔒𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫’𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤.

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Swim at Your Own Risk In 1985, a guest at a pool party found after he drowned in the deep end of the pool. The party was for lifeguards who were celebrating a season without any drownings. ✨ Victim at Lifeguards' Party Jerome Moody was found on the bottom at the deep end of a department pool as the party ended. Mr. Moody, who was 31 years old, was not a lifeguard, but four lifeguards were on duty at the party.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 17 min. ago cindybubbles To pass the time, everyone in our bunker played “Never have I ever …” and I pulled out a card that read “… had my head chopped off.” Everyone stayed still, except for one girl who bared the stitches round her neck...

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𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝜗𝜚 ✦ don't share your face towel and change it regularly ✦ take your time when cleansing your face. massage the cleanser for at least 60 seconds, so that the ingredients in the product have the time to work. that's how i finally achieved glass skin! i learned this from a korean youtuber. ✦ keep your phone clean, and change your sheets and pillow cases regularly ✦ if you struggle with hormonal acne, supplementing with shatavari will change your life. there aren't any documented side effects, or interactions with any illnesses or medications (advice from a certified ayurvedic practitioner... me!) ✦ use a washcloth in the shower. your skin will be soft and squeaky clean. just make sure you're washing it regularly, i wash mine with tea tree soap ✦ wash your make up brushes (i also use tea tree soap for this) and keep your skincare and makeup bottles clean, otherwise you'll end up rubbing dead skin cells, bacteria and dust all over your face! ✦ sleep! everyone always talks about how you need to drink water to achieve perfect skin, but i never see anyone mentioning sleep. i look crusty, grey and oily when i don't get enough sleep! ✦ never buy a skincare product without reading the ingredient list. unfortunately, a lot of hyped, extremely expensive products have harmful ingredients in their composition, like alcohol denat or sodium lauryl sulfate. i recommend checking paula's choice skincare dictionary if you want to know more about a certain ingredient. ✦ use your ring finger for delicate areas, like the skin around your eyes, and gently tap instead of rubbing the product 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟: 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦! ♡

r/TwoSentenceHorror 7 hr. ago Fem_Boy-Fem_Boy_ “Mommy, there’s a monster in my closet,” the little girl said to her mother as she was being tucked in. “It’s okay sweetie, the monster’s no longer in the closet,” she says with a smile, revealing her sharp, yellowed teeth.

Go to TwoSentenceComedy r/TwoSentenceComedy 1 yr. ago GuyAwks Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep. But Farmer Button just found some mutton.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 hr. ago stickfigurescalamity ϟ ѕcrσll dσwn αll thє wαч “i want all weapons of mass destruction to disappear forever from earth,” i made my wish. “done,” santa said and the clouds part to reveal an alien armada, just waiting for this moment.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 hr. ago nohemi_trevino My friend was extremely grateful when I gifted her a huge pack of moisturizing lip balms for Christmas. Her mouths had been looking chapped recently, and if they felt uncomfortable at all, they might start eating her as punishment.

Coast mystery: Cow washes up on beach San Francisco Chronicle ^ Posted on 1/12/2005, 4:51:43 PM The highest tide of the year brought an unusual visitor to Ocean Beach Tuesday afternoon -- a dead cow. While it is not unusual for dead sea animals such as sea lions and whales to wash up on the beach, this was the first time anyone could remember that a cow ended up on the coast of San Francisco. The all-black animal is bigger than a calf and smaller than a dairy cow. It ended up at the foot of Noriega Street and was reported to the National Park Police by a visitor at about 4 p.m. Where the animal came from or how it got in the ocean is a mystery. "We've never had a dead cow on the beach before,'' said National Park Service spokesman Rich Wideman.

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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.

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ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉʳᶤᵃ ⁽ˢᵖᵃᶰᶤˢʰ: ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉʳᶤᵃ; ᶜᵃᵗᵃˡᵃᶰ: ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉ̀ʳᶤᵃ; ᴼᶜᶜᶤᵗᵃᶰ: ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉᶤʳᵃ; ᶠʳᵉᶰᶜʰ: ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵗᵉʳᶤᵉ; ᴾᵒʳᵗᵘᵍᵘᵉˢᵉ: ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉ́ʳᶤᵃ⁾ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ⁻ᶜᵉᶰᵗᵘʳʸ ᵛᶤʳᵍᶤᶰ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵃᶤᶰᵗ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵇᵒʳᶰ ᶤᶰ ᴮʳᵃᶜᵃʳᵃ ⁽ᶰᵒʷ ᴮʳᵃᵍᵃ˒ ᴾᵒʳᵗᵘᵍᵃˡ⁾ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵘᶜᶤᵘˢ ᶜᵃᵗᶤˡᶤᵘˢ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ˒ ᴿᵒᵐᵃᶰ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳᶰᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵃˡˡᵃᵉᶜᶤᵃ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴸᵘˢᶤᵗᵃᶰᶤᵃ˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵃˡᶜᶤᵃ˒ ʰᶤˢ ʷᶤᶠᵉˑ ᵠᵘᶤᵗᵉʳᶤᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ "ᴺᵒᶰᵘᵖˡᵉᵗ ˢᶤˢᵗᵉʳˢ˒" ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶰᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴱᵘᵐᵉˡᶤᵃ ⁽ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐᶤᵃ⁾; ᴸᶤᵇᵉʳᵃᵗᵃ ⁽ᵛᶤʳᵍᵉᶠᵒʳᵗᵉ⁾; ᴳᵉᵐᵃ ⁽ᴹᵃʳᶤ́ᶰᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴬᵍᵘᵃˢ ˢᵃᶰᵗᵃˢ˒ ᴹᵃʳᵍᵃʳᶤᵈᵃ⁾; ᴳᵉᶰᵉᵛʳᵃ; ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃᶰᵃ; ᴮᵃˢᶤˡᶤˢˢᵃ; ᴹᵃʳᶤᶜᵃ; ᵃᶰᵈ ᵛᶤᵗᵒ́ʳᶤᵃ ⁽ᵛᶤᶜᵗᵒʳᶤᵃ⁾ˑ ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳᶰ ᶤᶰ ᴹᶤᶰʰᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶰ ᶤᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃᶰᵗ ᴿᵒᵐᵃᶰ ᵐᶤˡᶤᵗᵃʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᶤᶜᶤᵃˡˑ ᵀʰᵉᶤʳ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ˒ ᵈᶤˢᵍᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵍᶤᵛᵉᶰ ᵇᶤʳᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ᶰᶤᶰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᵃˢ ᶤᶠ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᶰ ᵖᵉᵃˢᵃᶰᵗ ⁽ᵒʳ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶰᶤᵐᵃˡ⁾˒ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶤᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʳᶤᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐˑ ᴬˡᵗᵉʳᶰᵃᵗᵉˡʸ˒ ᶜᵃˡᶜᶤᵃ˒ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ˒ ᶠʳᶤᵍʰᵗᵉᶰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶤᶰᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵐᵘˡᵗᶤᵖˡᵉ ᵇᶤʳᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᶤᵍᶰ ᵒᶠ ᶤᶰᶠᶤᵈᵉˡᶤᵗʸ˒ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶰᵗ ˢᶤˡᵃ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶤʳˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᶤᶰ̃ᵒʳ ᴿᶤᵛᵉʳˑ ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᴾᵒʳᵗᵘᵍᵘᵉˢᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵈᶤᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵃ ᶰᵃᵗᶤᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮʳᵃᶜᵃʳᵃ ⁽ᴮʳᵃᵍᵃ˒ ᴾᵒʳᵗᵘᵍᵃˡ⁾ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖᶤᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒʷᶰ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃˑ ᵀʰᶤˢ ˡᵉᵍᵉᶰᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵉʳᵍᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶤᶰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢ˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵘˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰˑ ᴴᵉʳ ˢᶤˢᵗᵉʳ ᴱᵘᵐᵉˡᶤᵃ˒ ᵘᶰᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒˡᵈᶤᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵒ ᵖᵘʳˢᵘᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ˒ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᶜˡᶤᶠᶠ ˢᶤᵗᵘᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵉᶰᵉᵈᵃ⁻ᴳᵉʳᵉ̂ˢ ᴺᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰᵃˡ ᴾᵃʳᵏ ⁽ᶤᵗ ᶤˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᴾᵉᶰᵉᵈᵒ ᵈᵃ ˢᵃᶰᵗᵃ˒ ᶜˡᶤᶠᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᶤᶰᵗ⁾ˑ ᴬ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ᵒᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ˢᵖʳᵃᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵃ ʰᵒᵗ ˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ ᴶᵃᶰᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁸˒ ¹³⁹ˑ

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