I'm In Entry #16!! I'm Loving This So Much (but I Only See A Little Every Few Days, Im In Exams Week).

whenever I see nsfw post about creepypasta and BEN drowned is in it, I CANNOT read this shit, because in my head, he is 12

and he would have a patetic owner who cant order him to stop eating

what if there was a comic staring an orange fat cat that loves lasagnas? that would be funny I guess

Fine shyt has separated tooth LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABYYYYYYY WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Palavras

As vezes, sinto muito raiva de mim mesma, por não conseguir pintar, desenhar, ou fazer uma escultura dela, tenho medo do destino tirar ela de mim e eu esquecer dela, ainda bem que sei um pouco de palavras, imagine, esquecer seu rosto, ou não lembrar de seus cabelos escuros. Se um dia, algum infortúnio, ela partir antes, e eu não perder meu coração imediatamente, eu vou ler meus poemas, e vou lembrar para sempre

being friends with fanfic writers is so stupid

cus now anytime i piss off my dearest lovely friend.

i am actively threatened with:

"I will write smut about you and the Kool-aid man-"

I think about him like Gluttony, not because his weight, but because I want him to desire me the way I desire food, even the bigest amount can be bigger. Even if we only talked once, about how teacher is stupid, and how Wrath is right. I think about him like Gluttony because he's my deadliest sin, and i never get enought.

ser dramático está no meu sangue sujo de poeta

ele me consome como o pior dos venenos

ele mora de intruso no meu coração,

pulsando o sangue envenenado ao meu corpo

e a cada passo, cada tropeço, cada virada

as palavras verdadeiras demais para ser acreditadas

pingam, pelos meus poros,

pingam como suor, de um jeito nojento

manchando memorias e coisas

um caderno, um computador

sempre pensando, sobre tudo,

e sempre a ativa, como um rato correndo atras de uma semente

- poesia poder ser, sim, nojenta e irregular

that so... unreal

imagine being so bad that you make a ten year old child have depression and anxiety. And just don't give a fuck. I can't think of it, but there are more people like this than there are schools that actually do something.

What if we are cells in a body, and the sick cells are the bad people? That's the reason we want to kill them. We are the white cells. We are only protecting our body. When we are "atacked" by them, they are trying to kill us, and turn us like they. Don´t become a sick cell, buddy. Don´t join the other team.

Yesterday I dreamed that I was friend with Luigi Mangione, and I liked him, and I got this gut feeling that he liked me too. And I was in a bar, and some dickhead druged me, and in the bathroom, I called him. And he saved me. In the other day, I wake up, and when the romance started happening.... I waked up.