#i'm going to fucking die

[heterosexualgayhusbands]

[missyorkswhore]

FCK FCK FCK FCK!

[stazzzie]

Bsd 115 Spoilers

pls pls no teruko😭😭😭 come back queen the world needs you😭😭

COME BACK!!😭😭

[reidtypical]

do u guys think foreman knows house isn't dead because at the end of everybody dies it shows foreman picking up houses badge that was under the table that was placed weird or am i just absolutely smashed rn

[petrichorvoices]

Cravings <3 are <3 kicking <3 my <3 ass <3 [Plaintext: Cravings are kicking my ass, with a heart emoticon between each word.]

[the-aprilfools-bitch]

I love chewing and chomping and nomming and biting

Why must my teeth and mouth hurt so so much?????

[imminent-danger-came]

Watch this fucking video whatthe fuck watch it

watch it watch it watch it

[agendratum]

[putadapower]

ZAUNDADS IN THE ARCANE ART BOOK OMFGGG

[humming-fly]

was anyone gonna tell me shadow saved rouge's life in sa2 or was I just supposed to find that out playing the game myself

(this worked out as a rather fitting closer for the Final Day in Year of Shadow haha, hope ya'll have a fun new year! 🎉🎉🎉)

[solixfugae]

Viendo Estrellas // Seeing Stars

Una figura rotatoria se desliza por la cuenca de mi ojo, como gusano se arrastra viscosa, avanza a su antojo. Se abre paso al mundo de mi cerebro, escarba tierra hasta hacer un nido de ramas eléctricas, pinta figuras de colores, gira ocilando en su eje como un caleidoscopio.

Esta quemando mi cerebro, siento su fuerza cortando el hilo de mis nervios desde los pies a la cabeza, tiemblo en el calor, mi corazón palpita como un animal despavorido. No siento mis piernas, hay un hoyo que se abre cuando se contrae mi garganta, detrás de mi rostro hay larvas y cuchillos.

Pero no puedo gritar, no puedo llorar, no me puedo lastimar. Soy un maniquí en los brazos de mis Pesadillas, soy una estalactita invertida, soy colmillos sin encías, soy ojos sin pupilas, soy sangre muerta que se reconstruye cada vez que el cuerpo respira. Una serpiente devorando su propia cola, una rotación, un círculo, un ciclo. Cada día es una muerte, cada noche llega vida.

¿Será una mentira existir? ¿Será tan bueno como todo el mundo dice que lo es? Ya no quiero pensar, algún día entregaré al mundo mi piel. Saldré de la cárcel pulsante en mi pecho, una carcasa pudriéndose ante mi ser. Seré inmortal, imparable, seré infinito, ya no sentiré aquella pesadumbre agobiante que se apodera de mis músculos, en olejaes giratorios vendrá el extasis del último respiro, rotare brincando como el patrón de un engranaje, los caballos de un carrusel

Estoy muriendo.

Lo puedo sentir dentro de mi boca, en mis ojeras, lo puedo sentir en mi mente.

Estoy envejeciendo.

Lo puedo sentir en mi pelo, en mis rodillas, en mi cadera, en mi lengua, el dolor y el gusto lo hacen tan aparente.

Pero no lo recuerdo. Pero no lo sé completamente. Dime porfavor, cuanto duran los muertos vivientes.

El ruido es lo único que conecta los hilos, los colores me consumen, las adicciones me abrazan, arruyan de una forma tan dulce mis latidos.

A whirling figure slides through the socket of my eye, like a worm it wriggles viscously, it advances at its whim. It makes its way to the world of my brain, digs up dirt until it makes a nest of electric branches, paints colored figures, rotates oscillating on its axis like a kaleidoscope.

It's burning my brain, I feel its force cutting the thread of my nerves from head to toe, I tremble in the heat, my heart beats like an animal aghast. I can't feel my legs, there is a hole that opens when my throat contracts, behind my face there's maggots and knives.

But I can't scream, I can't cry, I can't hurt myself. I am a mannequin in the arms of my nightmares, I am an inverted stalactite, I am fangs without gums, I am eyes without pupils, I am dead blood that is rebuilt every time the body breathes. A snake devouring its own tail, a rotation, a circle, a cycle. Every day is a death, every night comes life.

Could it be a lie to exist? Is it as good as everyone paints it to be? I no longer want to think, one day I will give my skin to the world. I will leave the prison pulsating in my chest, a carcass rotting before my being. I will be immortal, unstoppable, I will be infinite, I will no longer feel that overwhelming heaviness that takes over my muscles. In whirling waves the ecstasy of the last breath will come, I will swirl trotting like the pattern of a gear, the horses of a carousel

I'm dying.

I can feel it inside my mouth, in my dark circles, I can feel it in my mind.

I'm getting older.

I can feel it in my hair, in my knees, in my hip, in my tongue, the pain and the taste make it so apparent.

But I don't remember it. But I don't know completely. Please tell me how long the living dead last.

The noise is the only thing that connects the threads, the colors consume me, the addictions embrace me, they lull my heartbeats in such a sweet way.

[mandiemegatron]

oops i drew him in this pose again. um. idk. ^_^

[boyapologist]

oh my god what if we have a medical emergency. what if we have an evacuation. what if I forget how to do the manual demo. what if I miss my alarm. what if I trip while waking the isle. what if the plane CRASHES

[somewhereincairparavel]

i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.

[sensitivegoblin]

.....my sister read my therapy vent journal.

[dj-dogster]

why do i hear boss music

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