ppl on facebook sarcastically saying “well why don’t we do 40 year background checks on EVERYONE in congress?? there’d be nobody left!1!!”
…..that’s a great idea, let’s do that!!
Yeah, like, if we got rid of all the pedophiles and rapists and racists and replaced them with good people, how does anyone have a problem with it?
I legit had someone unfriend me after they shared that post and I was like yeah, let’s do that!
Seriously though. If you did a forty year background check on me, you’d find lots of immaturity and stupidity, but you wouldn’t find any sexual assaults or attempted rapes because I’m a decent fucking human being.
Like, this is… not a hot take? This is seriously just keeping abusers out of positions of power. How does anyone have a problem with that??!?
i want! to sit! in a lap! and i want! to hold! a hand!!!!!
do they have to be attached
I love your need to make everything cute sounds creepy I love that
Well… It’s funny how you can make everything sound creepy/wrong but the things that you like
Make this creepy:
Skittles are very good
it depends where you put them
you challenged a god
Make this creepy:
Despacito Despacyeeto
An instrumental cover of a well-known song plays from another room. It starts slow, rhythm inconsistent, like a child struggling with a hand-played music box. It is the unmistakable tune of Despacito, played on an old circus organ. You open your eyes slowly and squint up at a single, flickering bulb. Your head aches. How did you get here?
The music throbs against the bathroom’s crumbling tile walls. You are standing in front of a ceramic sink, the bowl chipped and yellowed with age. You have no memory of this place. The music speeds up. Your hands are stained with something dark and rotting. A strange taste lingers in your mouth. How did you get here?
You lean towards the mirror. Your face is haggard, your eyes bloodshot.
Your reflection leans forward and whispers, “Despacito”
can you do
i like wearing glasses
Most people have never seen me without my glasses. I wear them all the time. All day, at home, in bed, even in the bath sometimes. I pretty much only take them off to shower or sleep. And even then I keep them within arm’s reach.
I got my first pair in middle school, and it changed my life. I’ve switched styles plenty of times over the years. Right now I own three pairs, not including my backups and prescription sunglasses. I’m always paranoid about losing or breaking the ones I’m wearing.
Most people would be surprised to find out my eyesight isn’t even that bad. Really I only need corrective lenses for distance. I could manage most things without them. But I like wearing glasses.
Not that it can’t be frustrating at times. Eyeglasses are always getting smudged or dirty. I have to clean mine constantly. They’re fragile, and can be scratched or bent. They fall off, go askew, steam up, and collect water drops when it rains. You have to keep a protective case on hand, and a soft cloth, and glass cleaner. They can be a lot of trouble.
Honestly, contact lenses would be so much more convenient.
I did try to switch, once. I bought a box of those new disposable contacts. And it was great at first—just put them on and go. It was freeing. My eyes adjusted quickly—no itching or redness. It didn’t even feel that strange, not having something on my face for the first time in years.
I really thought they were going to work. They didn’t, in the end. Maybe it’s something about the material, the difference between actual glass versus whatever polymer the contacts were made from. Maybe it has to do with lens shape, or distance. Maybe it’s even just psychological—something to do with the fact that glasses just feel more protective. I had hoped now that I was older, perhaps I wouldn’t need protection. Perhaps they wouldn’t come after me the way they did when I was a child. I was wrong.
Glasses stop the dark things from moving, you see. If I don’t wear them, I start seeing the things again. Out of the corners of my eyes. In the shadows of the room. Glasses are the only thing I’ve found that keeps them still.
And that’s important. Because you see, the things aren’t just moving—they’re moving closer.
Gaud it’s past 1 am p l e a s e
I REFUSE TO BE CONTAINED
I picked a good night to sleep in the spare bedroom where the murder-suicide happened…
TELL US THE STORY
Okay so first here’s a pic of the three of them because it is so hard to tell the story without visuals. Guy in middle is Chris, left is Randall, and right is Ashley.
So Ashley (the homeowner) is dating Chris for like 10 years. They break up and makes Chris move out. Ashley starts dating Randy. Chris kidnaps Randall at gunpoint during Randy’s lunch break, forced him into Ashley’s jeep (the ownership of which was a point of contention post break up), and drives him to Ashley’s house (my house). Evidence shows that Randy was shot in the car and deceased by the time they got to the house. Chris dragged him inside, lit 10 separate fires in the house, then went to the upstairs bedroom and shot himself in the head. Ashley is fine (other than the immense psychological scarring ofc) and moved away.
There are 3 bedrooms upstairs. Master, office, and spare for guests. We don’t actually know for sure which one Chris shot himself in but everybody who comes inside always says the spare bedroom feels off, even before we tell them the story…
fuckin’ chris, man
Tumblr, were things don’t escalate quickly, they erect buildings on the escalation line
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