I don’t remember what language people speak in my dreams
It’s messing my brain up, to be honest.
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I don’t remember what language people speak in my dreams
It’s messing my brain up, to be honest.
The law is an opinion
My emotions are screwed up
It’s sorta funny too, because whenever I feel an emotion I have absolutely no idea what that emotion is. Like, I could be super pissed off at my friends or grieving for a deceased Sirius and I’ll feel the exact same thing: chest pain/tightness in my chest, drowning as the tears well up, and just more chest pain in general. I literally have no way of telling apart my emotions, so I just don’t react because I don’t know how to and all my friends think I’m an emotionless bastard all because I don’t know if I should cry or beat someone up or burn my house down.
Story idea, idk, just popped into my head
I walked up to the door, the box of pizza steaming in my hand with a delicious aroma that hinted of the stringy, melted cheese that would melt in your mouth, the soft pizza bread that would slice at the touch of your teeth. My mouth watered at the thought of eating it.
“Hello?”
A woman opened the door, a twenty in her hand.
“Sixteen thirty five,” I announced as she handed me the twenty. I pulled out a ziploc bag full of loose change and counted out her change, returning to her three dollars and sixty five cents.
“I hope the two of you enjoy your pizza,” I said with as bright and innocent a smile as I could give.
“Of course,” she said as she placed the pizza on the kitchen counter, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a pair of scissors. “Matthew! Give the nice delivery man his tip!”
A drawer opened. A five dollar bill floated out, as of hanging from a string. The drawer closed and the five dollar bill flew my way, floating just above my abdomen. I grabbed it cautiously, making sure I didn’t hurt him.
“Thanks.”
I smiled and left. I looked up at the moon. Tomorrow. I grinned. New prey.
English is sorta weird
I just find it funny how "woman" is made of up "wife" and "man", as in the wife of a human being. Just gotta love that old English sexism.
I just thought it was funny how some people defend abortion by saying it's getting rid of a clump of cells, not killing a living thing. Okay, then I guess I can go around killing people and just defend myself by saying, "No, they weren't actually conscious humans beings. Just a late pile of cells pretending to be conscious." Not trying to say I have anything against abortion; I just find some of the arguments funny.
I just realized that the one core difference between Batman and Joker is how they reacted to their "bad day".
Someone saying yes with a gun pointed at their head does not imply consent—it is evidence of extortion.
I feel like crows and octopi are just humans reincarnated into animals. Like, do you understand how smart they are?
Why do people trust actions instead of words when talking is an action?