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Iām really bad at conversations sorry if Iāve ever talked to you
I hate being a customer I hate doing that to someone
Quote by Lacey Paige Ramburger
writing poetry about my feelings got me like
hey if weāre mutualsĀ feel free to
loot my corpse for valuablesĀ
Rules to follow when at sea
The ship should be treated with kindness.
Not all waters are good.
Donāt look deeper than you absolutely have to.
A sudden shallow means something is beneath you.
Never sail alone at night.
There are things best left unseen.
Whales are wise. Do not anger them.
You are very, very small.
There may be eyes in the fog. Donāt make contact.
Some ships sail under no flag. They are not real. Not anymore.
Occasionally, you will get a distress transmission from the Atlantic. Donāt answer it.
The sound of motors in the fog is never, ever, a good sign.
Some lighthouses move. Donāt depend on them.
Make as little sound as possible whenever your chest feels strange.
It is entirely possible to lose time at sea. Do not worry. You will remember eventually.
If the water goes murky, leave the top deck.
There may be blood in the water. Donāt look.
If you startle at nothing, it was not nothing.
There are some kinds of fog your lights wonāt shine through. When you encounter it, take a different route.
Some fjords are not for human travel.
The singing is most likely not sirens. Pray that is is not.
Never dive and expect nothing strange to happen.
If something feels off, check your ropes.
If someone shouts to you in the dark, do not reply.
Sometimes curious things knock on the hull. They will usually leave.
Nothing is ever entirely as it seems.
Moonlight on the ocean has a hypnotic effect. Donāt stare.
There will always be something watching from the coast.
When the sky turns strange colours, close your eyes. It is best not to see.
If your compass does not work, let yourself drift on the current. Something wants you gone.
āļø cute things to say to your crush āļø
- i see dead people.
- do you know mothman? i do.
- i know a thing or two about a few unsolved murders that not even the feds know.
- aliens took me once.
- *unholy screeching*
- youād be a perfect specimen.
- you make me forget about my time in the forest.
- thereās a ghost in my basement.
- the governmentās after me.
- iāve been in witness protection four separate times.
- d.b. cooper is my dad.
- iāve got my third eye on you.
- AR-O-GO-GO-RU-ABRAO - Thou spiritual Sun! Satan, Thou Eye, Thou Lust! Cry aloud! Cry aloud! Whirl the Wheel, O my Father, O Satan, O Sun!
Playing among us public is wild.
I joined a lobby with a bunch of people and the host was a yellow bean named "lemon" and had the leaf hat, and since I play as Strawberry I pointed out that we were both fruit and put the leaf hat on too so we matched.
But they pointed out that I would half to be red instead of green, but red was taken. So lemon just banned the person who was red, and just like that the color was mine.
But then they noticed an orange person named Pumpkin in out midst, and realized we could play a game of all food. So they just straight up banned everyone whose name wasn't food themed. It was like a mass banning. People were pissed.
Eventually we got a full game of food people and played some rounds, waiting in the lobby a bit for more food peeps to join. And everytime a meeting was called you had to explain what happened w food puns related to the type of food you were talking about
lemon in the lobby:
I was cleaning out my computer and I found a bunch of screenshots of text posts from 2013-2014. The golden age of tumblr.
I take no credit for these posts.
God they donāt make em like this anymore