#that could fix me

[jennying-my-thebes]

john darnielle if you can hear me...please....record yourself reading the entire bible....

[tamagotchikgs]

[switchkick]

i need to smoke a joint with season one sam and dean

[mizushidokoro]

they need to make one of these with true form Sukuna and have it be a little bit bigger than the typical figurine. I’ll buy 10

[anxsity]

does strome have a cameo, bc i would pay an exorbitant amount of money to have him just say the lyrics to the middle like its a speech

[bluebellhairpin]

The day I finally get selfship art of me and arthur morgan is the day I finally heal from all my mental illnesses.

[strangebossyuri]

Anyone wanna listen to music in my bed together

[singedbutter]

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[ltasideblog]

THATS SO FUXKING COOL

[chocosnax]

i should get some stupid fucking audio equipment. like a record player

[adisappeareance]

Can somebody perform some kind of folk exorcism on me pretty please

[daydreaming-dreamers]

How do I get Matt Berrys voice as my internal monologue??

[fireroll]

I actually had an even worse image. Like exactly those kind of trucks, the sides are much taller, and the insides are filled with unpacked rice. Not bags of rice. Unpacked ones. They have to go in and scoop the rice into bags. I don't know what provoked that image in my head.

[cobble-stone]

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[saltyloafy]

can someone snap me like a KitKat. please. everything is so sore just snap me in half