If you sent me a dick pic without asking then you owe me $10. My cashapp is $kittenkandyy
If you sent me a dick pic without asking then you owe me $10. My cashapp is $kittenkandyy
Raz and Edgar hide the rotten “Burger Meat” around the camp. They hid it under the rugs in the cabin, in the campers plushies, under hats and some other places, even bothering Oleander while he watches TV in the TV lounge. Based on Spongebob Season 12 Episode Plankton’s Old Chum
can I please get just one osomatsu blog that doesn’t ship the literal BROTHERS together
i use to be on this thing called academic derby. they still have them up on youtube and i had to be the ugliest creature to ever fucking exist. i was so fat and disgusting.
DATAsculpture generated by MLearning.ai
Machine Learning model generated a sculpture inspired by the Siegfried Gross artworks,
For a year I have been training the AI model in the style of my late Father. Being an autonomous artist in the cloud, my Father will achieve the fullness of artistic immortality. sztucznainteligencja.org.pl/en/in-the-name-of-the-father-an-immortal-sculptor/
everytime my roommate blows her nose and spits in the shower I have to consider how much hatred I can contain for one person. Have I talked to her about it? Yes. She laughs and thinks she’s being cute. “Just can’t help it!” So every time I want to shower or bathe I have to clean it all over again!!! 🤢
Once after work I saw my cup of water so I take a big gulp then I felt something in my mouth I looked at the water cup and there wasn’t any ice so I spit my water out and THERE WAS A ROACH I ALMOST SWALLOWED A ROACH IT WAS SO GROSS. I’M STILL SCREAMING.
elarys: i’m so tough. i don’t cry. i’m just too tough to cry
gauntlet jowan: it wasn’t your fault :) i’m proud of you :) be the mage i never could be :)
elarys: ᵐⁱᵐⁱᵐⁱᵐⁱᵐⁱ
This little cat scratch has already contorted into a massive gaping hole in my leg why can’t I leave my wounds alone this is so gross I’m endangering myself but I just can’t help it I like to watch blood dribble out but then when someone sees what I’ve done they get so uncomfortable argggaghhhah
today i found out about Peter Kürten.
i can now say that i wish i had never heard of Peter Kürten.
man’s…. nah. there’s like serial killers, and then there’s serial killers and he… yeah.
You left so quickly. I loved you. You loved me. We were inseparable. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t stay apart. But then you stopped loving me. Within such a short period of time, you unwound your heart from mine. You never wanted to see or talk to me again. I tried. But your eyes were empty, and your voice was cold. There weren’t any tears in your eyes like there were in mine. And so quickly you moved on. You found someone else. And I became someone who only existed in your memories. You never told anyone about me, and now you never will. And one day you’ll forget about me. I was nothing but a fleeting, momentary occurrence in your life. An insignificant blip that passed you by. Soon I will no longer exist to you. But you’ll still exist for me. The memories you gave me will never disappear. You were my world in a universe of your making. Even if you forget me, I won’t forget you. And even if you stop loving me, I won’t ever stop loving you.
what is it with nbcsn always bringing on absolute garbage people to commentate for hockey intermissions. i turned on the tv to see the pregame and they have fucking babcock at the table
Who was I kidding? They showed up. Bad thoughts fluctuating between the bad and worse. I just looked up guns. I “cut” myself not as deep as I thought such a loser couldn’t do that right.
I’m just at a lost. I want to be better but wtf is wrong with me? Guess we can’t change who we were forced to become. The number 47 keeps popping in my head. Who wants to bet its 47 days, 47 weeks, 47 months, or 47 years.
I really am tired. So tired.
Wish I could just sleep. Sleep sounds nice.
Also does like none know if hitting your head with a fist do anything? Curious because of anger I’ve resorted to hurting myself in anyway cause my brain is the issue. Right? In any case, it wasn’t a pretty gun. I want to be killed by something pretty or be turned to Ash.
Back to contemplation.