#100 percent eat

[abbeysquidd]

Happy birthday, Michael Jones🥳🥳🥳

[captainverbatim]

100% Eat is terrible for a morning commute. I was nearly cry-laughing driving on the freeway imagining Eric as the "mom I throw'd up" meme telling his tiny wife that the dog made him come downstairs

[crimsonxe]

Help Mega64

[koerinz]

“Her green eyes pierced through him like a bullet…. No, she can’t be here--” Chapter 1 ; Penitence : Hidden Hands by @north-noire

[peppered-moths]

imagine you were born hungry. imagine you were born with a hole in your gut that can never be filled, that is always writhing.

you are a mirror. you were born a mirror, surrounded by mirrors. the first thing you ever know is that you are not human. the second thing is that you are not him. you are a reflection, with his face and his voice and the people who loved him. you can mimic him, pretend so well that you are not anything else, but you cannot escape the aching hunger in your stomach, in your mouth.

he cared for the other one, the you-but-not-you. you hear that you died in his arms once. you don't know how to feel about that; you don't know him, don't care (because you're not him even though you want).

nevertheless, you are drawn to him. maybe it's the way he looks at you, guilty and frustrated and awe-struck all at once, a complicated mixture of feelings that has you shying away and inching closer, bit by bit. you decide you like the way he looks when he's happy, though you'd never say it to his face.

that's probably why you don't say anything, when the world twists, soft graphite and watercolors. because you like seeing him happy.

this world is good enough. it doesn't matter if it isn't real, it can be good enough. you can be alive. he can love you like he loved him be happier here, without the pressure, without the fear. isn't that good? why can't it be good enough for him?

you know you don't matter to him, not like the real you. you know that when he looks at your face, all he sees is the other one. he doesn't understand. it's not fair. it's not fair. you want something for yourself for once.

he says he'd die, if that's what you wanted. standing on the precipice. his heels slip over the edge, hanging in space. you want. you do not want. you want, but not like this. you imagine his body below the city lights, arranged like he's sleeping, a halo of red seeping into his hair. you wonder what forever looks like with him, what it might look like without him. he would die for you. you have never been so afraid of that.

he pulls you over the edge, hands entangled.

you are the only one who can stop this. you are the only one who can save him.

(part of you doesn't want to. part of you is selfish, and aching, and hungry.)

(what would he have done?)

you catch him. save his life. it feels like the worst thing in the world. you hate yourself, just a little bit, for not wanting it. the hunger coils in your stomach.

you leave for a while (because of the severance). you don't want to talk about it. the far shore has waves that beat endlessly against the sand, and you fell apart and shivered back together- and you don't want to talk about it.

you tell him to take you somewhere. anywhere. somewhere nice.

(a nice place to die, you think. you're too much of a coward, too much of a monster, to say it.)

it's beautiful, and he's smiling, and there's a gaping emptiness in your gut. you feel yourself shaking apart, skin to bones.

you tell him you are hungry, the words ripped from your throat like the awful truth they are. and he just looks at you, the way he always does.

and then he kills for you. not human, not yet (you wonder if he would), but it still screams as it dies.

he holds the heart in his hands. you are hungry. from here, it just looks like meat. it drips, plip-plop-plip, black blood splatting on tile. you are hungry. he offers it to you.

(despite everything, you sort of want to be human. despite everything, you sort of want to be dead.)

you close your teeth around his fingers instead. like a feral dog. like somebody who is not (has never been) human. his blood is red, and you are terribly, painfully hungry.

you tell him you are a lost cause, a monster with a pretty face and nothing behind it. that he should give up, should leave you alone, should let you die (should kill you himself, really).

he cries, salty and miserable, shoulders shaking. he cries. for you. because of you. all you can do is stare.

the heart drips on the floor between you. you are hungry.

(he does not look like an angel, or an icarus, or a savior. he looks like a fourteen year old boy in love with a monster.)

you have always been selfish.

you have always been hungry.

[haliaiii]

What I wouldn’t give to have Rick write a book on how Sally met Poseidon I need it so bad 😔

[literary-potato]

Well I guess even though my body has adapted to tolerating some small amount of exercise without feeling like garbage the next day, it has NOT adapted to getting overheated. Braved the heat yesterday. Came home, had a horrible migraine that took 2 doses of triptans to knock out, and even then it was so bad that once I was able to fall asleep I simply kept sleeping rather than get up and eat dinner. Woke this morning with my arms and legs incredibly weak and shaky like I had the flu, and I’ve had 3 episodes of near-syncope today.

[existennialmemes]

So school teachers are expected to supply their own classrooms with their own money, but the richest man in the world needs you to give him $8 a month so his website doesn't come apart at the seams. Even though he could fix the problem for approximately

.4% of his net worth

[d3vxoxo]

just lost 3 pounds!! not much but i'm still proud!

[strayfriend]

Following 1400 blogs turned out to be a mistake

Did any of y'all see a love poem yesterday

Had he/him pronouns in it, contained something along the lines of

I could only see his love as a gift before punishment

And like

Love is how we bridge the gap between who we are and who we could be ??

Or some shit like that idk man

Help

It was an image so googling didn't turn anything up

(black text on white with maybe some red??)

EDIT I FOUND IT

FOUND IT TY EVERYONE

I only saw a snippet but here's the full poem.

Death Wish by Josh Alex Baker

[slashingdisneypasta]

I knoww that Audrey II is a plant. A man-eating plant, for that matter. But I feel that they would treat me better.

[brownweaselpoetry]

a flower in my cup

I finish my drink before eating

every petal

[captainverbatim]

every graysie episode gives late-night sleepover vibes

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

Full adult Murph, leaning out the window, putting a milano on the window sill and going “you stay away from my wife!”

[cartoonkitten]

here, have blessed sillies. funny guys. precious babbies. lil meow meows if you might add

[queenerdloser]

hahahaha after like five days of being totally normal, my cat has now decided that he is sick again and threw up like six times in two hours, spiking my anxiety back into astronomical levels