limethu
A loser who found the funny app
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Don't know how to process this thought but I'll die on the hill that is if deer were people the hunters would be gay asf. Like dude, you keep pieces of them on your wall? Gay as hell. You spend hours in a stuffy box just to get a glimpse of one? Gay as hell. You can talk about them for hours? Gay as hell. We need human hunter x human deer content.
Crying today because I can't find a space themed poem and I can't remember any part of it except that it said that God was silence or something and it literally made me change my perspective on life for a few seconds 😔
I think kids on elementary school should be allowed to go home whenever they want because when I was younger in this small charter school I remember being outside and eating onion grass and making mud pies then suddenly looking out past the chain link fence and feeling trapped. I heard the bees and the sparrows and the kids playing, and my head buzzed harder and my mind chirped louder and it was awful. I went to my lovely teacher who I thought could be my mom and told her with tears in my eyes that I needed to go home and she told me caringly that I couldn't, the day was only half over and I don't think I've ever liked school since that moment.
I think about Mary a lot. I think about how she was given a gift from God to birth Jesus. I think about how she was pure, untouched, and praised for her chastity.
And I think about her thoughts. I think about what she felt when she learned she was to give birth. Did she think that she was lucky to be given such a gift, to be able to produce a child from God?
Did she feel dejected, that her purity was rewarded with the same result as impurity, only without the pleasure or love?
Did she feel scared, that a 15 year old such as herself would be a bad mother?
Was she horrified, that her pure body was being invaded by a child she didn't want? A child that told others that she was no longer pure?
Did she feel sick, that her god would punish her with the pains of progeny without having even fully developed, and now she would never be pure again?
Was she miserable, sad that the only way she would be viewed is as a virgin? As a woman who has never felt the love of another? Only a product of what others saw as a good woman?
Did you have a life, wants, and dreams? Did you love someone? Did you hate anyone? Were you ever a person? Did you exist simply as a story? Sweet Mary, are you satisfied with the title of a Virgin, a Mother, and a Christain?
Dogs are raised to love, not to be loved. Sometimes I wonder if that's how children are raised too. Raised to ask for a hug from that hand that struck them, raised to think it's their own fault when daddy doesn't come back. Children are just dogs, and some children stay dogs until they are put down.
An oc I made for an smp me and a few friends are playing! They're a fire lizard hybrid with hardened skin in areas to help them scale rocks and travel on the burning ground. They wear a mix of leather, pig skin, and gold. The tail is for balance, and the pouch holds gold ingots, ender pearls, and other things you would need to survive. The bandanna and the goggles are for when they need to travel through areas with too much smoke.
A undertake OC I made, basically just a psycho toddler who sat in the corner at preschool all day and always monopolized the snacks they got from home
just found out my stomach acid can digest most metals
Fuck cooking meals just eat the silverware
One time I dreamt I was in Medusa's garden and sat on a quartz bench. I saw my mother approach me in white robes with her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and i immediately looked at the ground. My mother sat next to me and said "Have you killed anyone recently?" I felt the need to lie so I said yes. She congratulated me and started to comb through my hair, giving me gruesome tips on how to kill people. Terrified, I kept my eyes on the ground. After a minute, my mother frowned. "It's about time you woke up." She said sternly. For some reason, I nodded quickly and rolled my eyes back as well, waking up.
It was one of the more psychologically damaging dreams I had haha
Character A’s scream of agony finally breaks as the electrocution stops. Body aching and burning, they slump forward against their restraints and gasp for breath, and don’t even have the strength to shudder as their captor runs a deceivingly gentle hand through their hair and whispers.
“This doesn’t have to continue. You know what I want.”
Why can't I just be a royal dueling a peasant who sold themselves for a place in the guard so they could pay for their mothers illness, raising my sword beneath the bruised ans dirtied peasants chin and telling him to leave and go back to his shack as he grins pathetically and makes some flirty quip with an underlying sad but determined message?
Hey guys I just got a potato for Halloween and I'm naming it franklin
My greatest achievement is when I was in a haunted cornmaze and there was sections for different horror movies, and during the beetlegeuse one I started riverdancing because my friends were to scared to go, and the beetlegeuse actor dropped character and just asked me what in the world I was doing.
He has my brain in a chokehold
Half-baked helluva boss oc and little pocket imp
Melohi uses he/she Pronouns and Pako uses they/them :)
I sat there on the bus, the happiest moment I can remember. We were next to each other, hand in hand. He understood me and I, him. It wasn't all about me, and I could accept that. We both had talents equally as interesting as the other. But then I woke up, to a disappointing life, all alone.
Off he goes...
Why...
📰: Finally, time to sleep.
Life:
