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#I am this close to losing it
baguette-magique · 1 year
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nwleon · 11 days
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Chip: A girl is interested in me and I'm not going to ignore it!
Rebecca: Chip, I want you.
Chip: You want me to what?
Rebecca: I-um-uh
Chip: Already forgot? Don't worry happens to me all the time
(Chip leaves)
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James had come to Paris determined to tell Cordelia the truth—about Grace, about the bracelet. To tell her she had his whole heart and soul and always had. He realized now that this would be binding her with chains.
If no one kills james, i will kill james
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renjunderthesun · 3 months
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this is literally what i look like making haechan texts yall i am NOT PLAYING
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a-depressed-mouse · 2 months
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when you’re the only one officially diagnosed as neurodivergent, but everyone in your family is neurodivergent AS FUCK TM, but each of you is neurodivergent in different ways and about different things, so you just end up driving each other insane, and you’re the only one who understands why and can explain the causes-and-effects and loop cycles and stun-lock- triggers, but no one except you believes psychology and mental health are real, so now you’re just cassandra foretelling the fall of troy….
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mirick-vn · 25 days
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Excuse me, Spotify, but what in the actual fuck is this bullshit??
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MONTHLY????
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dies-in-bi · 11 months
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My parents: I'm not homophobic.
Also my parents: *precedes to say the most homophobic shit ever*
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Prue: I think you didn’t understand you have to boil vegetarian gelatin
THE AUDACITY
You never bloody told them Prue!
How are earth were they expected to instinctively know this very niche bit of information for an amateur home baker who has not seen nor baked with this ingredient ever before?!!!!?
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dummerjan · 8 months
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my dog withdrawal symptoms are getting worse
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glitchcipher · 5 months
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Anyone else just get like REALLY sad when you can’t contribute to your fandom? Like I can’t draw and have never had an original thought it my life, like how do you contribute? I feel like I’m doing my fandom an injustice I NEED TO MAKE MYSELF WORTH SOMETHING
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kcuf-ad · 3 months
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My brother: Why are you so angry about?
Me, who had to wait an hour for this kid to end on my laptop when he has a computer that he can use well when I have some school projects to work on:... what do you think?
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10pm thoughts go away
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Shep
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localguy2 · 11 months
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Sorry for lack of posts lately, finals are really close (as a matter of fact the first one is only 6 hours away from now), and they've unexpectedly taken up all my time.
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gayrudeboys · 1 year
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proof tiktok is old tumblr:
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someone unironically posted this screenshot of an old tumblr post in a photo dump. “homework is slavery” is a take someone casually reposted to tiktok today.
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road-killkid · 2 years
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broken noses
Roadkill oneshot story
Content/triggers ; creepypasta (oc), descriptions of gore, murder, and vomit
Summary; roadkills mission is like all his others, he blacks out and when he realizes what hes done he doesn't take it well, now with his knew found realization that he's beginning to subconsciously submit to the slenderman.
I remove my fist from his face only to make it reconnect a few seconds later, the gruesome sound of his bones breaking and his face crushing falls on my deaf ears as I am not completely there. I don't even realize I'm mumbling under my breath. I'm never there when I kill, it's always Him, not me and I'm just a bystander in my own brain at that point.
I don't know how long I was on him. How long I was smashing my fist against his face but I'm being pulled away. And it knocks me out as I look up to see a white mask. I don't see the disappointment in his face, or Brian slowly shaking his head as he leaves the room. I do see the corpse below me though when I look back down, His face is bloody and his nose is bent in a way that makes me turn my head and gag. Some of his face is caved in and I keep my eyes closed in horror of the sight in front of me, I am breathing heavy enough to visibly see my chest move up and down as the adrenaline fully hits me.
Masky is trying to ground me in a way, mumbles of words I can’t make out being yelled at me while I’m being basically dragged out of the room and as soon I touch the ground I throw up whatever little food I had in me, the sound of the others cursing in annoyance or gagging themselves follows soon after as I keep my hand over my mouth not caring too much about the blood on them. All I can do is try not to throw up again for the second time as I see the replay of the kill in my head.
I don't remember much after that all I know is I made it out of the house and I'm sitting on the back porch now, shaking with my blown out pupils inside my wide eyes. The once warm blood now dried and stuck, the puke on my clothing and hands.
 I’m frozen starring deep into the woods with the shock still very prevalent in my mind. Im scratching at my arms as I hold myself, making me as small as possible as I see Him in the woods. And even without a face I can tell He's proud with me killing that man inside. As I see the blurry fuzzy nod of His head, He's happy I did it and that makes me feel sick to my stomach as I realize that I find comfort in the feeling of His praise. 
I lower my head and finally let out a sob, my shoulders rising and falling as I cry. He leaves, and leaves me with a headache that sets in with my adrenaline leaving my body. leaving my here as the quite sets in only being broken from hearing a quite “let’s go” from Tim a few minutes later. 
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