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3000s

what the hell did i do

3000s

home goods blocked me

3000s

they told me to go Home cause i'm no Goods

tomhardygf

truly what is happening here

septicake

deetrie-deactivated20240502

I did my part

foetidofferings

fujo-mom

now draw him with a bloody nose from being punched

bgm05

moveslikekeithrichards

working with little kids is so dangerous. you get one kid who has a unique way of speaking & then spend the rest of your life with an internal monologue like “me’s go bathroom?”

moveslikekeithrichards

other thrilling destructions of my vocabulary:

the kid who replaced his hard G sounds with soft ones, leaving me incapable of thinking of glasses as anything other than jlasses

kid who would holler "DID" any time she finished her work no matter how many times we told her to just raise her hand

kid who began her scary stories with "once a time" and her friend who began his with "paw time"

middle schooler i had during student teaching who pronounced magritte as "mah-gritty"

the kid who said "i got boogies comin out my nose" while sobbing and the kid who said "theres his puddle of cry" while describing a drawing, both of whom i think of when im crying

kid who said that if he was 80 he would get big and turn grandpa

kid who, for no reason in particular, would just say "like a little feet" as a standalone phrase in relation to nothing

edit how could i forget. the kid who got sneezed on and angrily said "whyd you blessyou on me"

hollowedskin

My niece who asks people with dogs "are him big or him little?"

And every person without fail answers "uh.. him big"

draconym

Years later my vocabulary is still influenced by:

kid who called snakes "nakes"

kid who called calculators "cockulators"

my little cousin who referred to anything he didn't have an immediate answer to as "vewy mystewious"

"I don't yike heem"

prokopetz

You're a really annoying soulslike monster. How do you lurk?

I perch like a gargoyle on some high vantage, glowering down at the world

I submerge myself in noisome muck with only my eyes poking above the surface

I wait behind a trap door or breakable wall, then burst out like BLAAARG

I look exactly like a pile of trash, debris, and/or bones until I stand up

I dwell in a deep and narrow hole and bite you when you try to look inside

I snipe you at range from a direction you wouldn't intuitively think to look

I come flying in from outside the camera's draw distance at Mach Fuck

I resemble some harmless environmental feature, forcing you to smash them all

I go invisible under certain conditions; can't go wrong with the classics!

I don't "lurk", as such, I just have a really bullshit spawn trigger

Other (specify)

Cheese sandwich

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bisexual-engineer-girl

Language is universal

krasnoarmeyets-deactivated19190

the author's barely disguised longing to be a real person

krasnoarmeyets-deactivated19190

the author's barely disguised longing to not be a real person

uniformedwater

music not hitting, phone not hitting, Minecraft not hitting, food not hitting, mouth taste like blood, death comes for us all

cerleansky

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.