I Have Not Merely “turned To The Dark Side.” I Have Been Bathed In Shadows As My Companions’ Screams

hazel: you WHAT

hazel: *pushes leo in*

leo: *lights himself on fire and evaporates the whole pool*

leo: you can trust me,you know? let's not forget who pulled you out of the pool yesterday.

frank: *scoffs* let's not forget who pushed me in.

leo: ...

leo: anyways,as i was saying...

middle school boys when it snowed:

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does anyone else feel incredibly anxious around breakable things

i am a liar and a fraud

ppl make fun of creepypasta titles being too descriptive like “I went hiking with my class, it didnt end well” or “something’s living in my grandma’s basement” or “I’m never taking a job on craigslist again” but for someone with zero attention span, descriptive titles like that are a hell of a lot more eye catching and attention grabbing than some poetic one or two word title that doesnt even hint at what the story is about

bro why

come on dude

bunny buddies

i be like “i’m fine” then shake my leg 138mph

this is why no matter how batshit this hellsite gets i cant give it up. twitter, insta, snap—no other social media site can possibly bring the entire user base together like horse plinko, the color of the sky, girl: banned, asscrack john lennon, urfaveisunfuckable drama, did. every other ‘social’ media site is truly isolating. but here? we’re all swimming in the same swamp. it’s like we’re all sitting at the same lunch table and the minute we think it’s time to leave another food fight starts at the other end we that can’t possibly look away from. and it’s funny as fuck.

Alexa, how to wind down from a misophonic rage without committing unimaginable violence and breaking every fragile thing in the house?