"Why does it always have to rain?"

The rain falls, it fills the valleys, The rain falls, it floods the plains, The rain falls, it soothes my pain. The rain wont stop falling, it speaks to me, calling. It does not rain water, though I wish it would, it rains blood and tears, a nightmare I created, a nightmare I will live.

[whitepeopletwitter]

[jus-tea]

Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,

She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,

Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,

Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,

Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,

Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

[roseverdict]

[roseverdict]

[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]

HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT

[billpottsismygf]

I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:

Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt

[jus-tea]

@billpottsismygf’s extended version. A beautiful singing voice 🎶☺️

[billpottsismygf]

As planned I’ve extended this even further and re-recorded it with the new lyrics and a guitar part; it’s also a bit better quality. It’s so cool that so many different versions of this song have sprung up already! I recommend having a scroll through them all on @jus-tea​​‘s tumblr.

(Em)Daddy’s at the (B7)food store, (Em)Mummy’s out of (B7)town, She’s (Em)working at the (B7)hospital since (Em)Rhona (B7)came to (Em)town, (Am)Hide away, hide away, Miss (Em)Rhona’s come to town, (Am)Hide away, (Em)hide away, she’s come to (B7)take us (Em)down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep six feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her one today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I’m missing all my friends, though we keep in touch by phone, I’m learning what it is to truly be alone, Hide away, hide away, even though you moan, Hide away, hide away, or we’ll be lying prone.

My love she says she misses the twinkle of my eyes, But Rhona stalks the streets and to meet would be unwise, Hide away, hide away, we hear the desperate cries, Hide away, hide away, or see the bodies rise.

I feel myself a-coughin’, I haven’t got a mask, It’s work or die for me, though, so who am I to ask, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s on the task, Hide away, hide away, she’s come for me at last.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days, And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt, We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s quite the flirt, Hide away, hide away, her touch is not inert.

Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts, Hide away, hide away, or six feet will be dirt.

[bunjywunjy]

you absolutely nailed the slightly ominous yet catchy tune for this, great job!

[mag139]

i’ve been listening to this on loop for a few days now

this slaps

[dappermouth]

A playlist for a strange, soft summer evening, where you feel yourself slipping between here and some other place.

[dappermouth]

hi Jen! I'm having a dinner party for halloween and I want it to have that same kind of eerie strange feeling as your art! I'd like to use one of your playlists and I was wondering if there's one you'd recommend?

Oh cool! You could try It’s Dark Out…? That might work if you’re having a party that’s a little weird and subdued…especially if partway through the night strange things start to happen and you all end up turning off the lights to look out the windows together, while something huge and dark paces around the block outside, over and over, closer and closer

[flawlessglamazon]

When someone with a legit high quality blog starts following me.:

[raining-on-here-school]

Who Nick ex-wife?

INHALE

Nick’s ex-wife, is a bitch.

I can't tell you her name buuuuuut,

I can tell you that : 

She treated both Nick and Playtime very poorly.

She had a hand in both her husband's and daughter's death.

Expensive tastes TM.

Steals Nick’s credit card.

[ry-spirit-deactivated20200817]

Battle of Gods: Zoinks vs Wahhhhhh

Drawn by me: Ry-Spirit

[raining-on-here-school]

remember when it was cool to be a baldi blog?

[raining-on-here-school]

damn

trying to move some of my content to amino, I censored it to shreds, it still got flaggedddd

dam n 

[raining-on-here-school]

I suggest you read the guidelines

bro I did,

now i just feel embarrassed AS FUCK

[raining-on-here-school]

damn

trying to move some of my content to amino, I censored it to shreds, it still got flaggedddd

dam n 

[raining-on-here-school]

going through and seeing which blogs are alive or not has me unexpectedly sad.

hope they rise from the ashes soon

[raining-on-here-school]

I shall take your time to remind you that you're loved and appreciated! I love what you do! ♡\(^.^\)

thank you my man

[halfusek]

Let’s put Henry Emily, Grant Cohen, and Banker in group therapy together. Grant can pretend he’s just there to support Banker so he feels less silly/pathetic about it. Banker would find it less intimidating than doing it one-on-one with a stranger. Henry Emily is honestly just happy to have a little more company, since he’s very lonely in general. Win-win-win.

every indie horror game character goes to therapy asmr

[raining-on-here-school]

literally, every horror character since the early 2000′s goes to group therapy ASMR *GONE SAD*

[raining-on-here-school]

alright assholes

should i fucking revive this shit or not?

not going to lie

shit sucks, 

[benhasdrowned]

( I SCREENSHOT THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO USE IT FOR THE STORY AS WELL BUT I HAD TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS. LIKE S H I T- THIS ANON IS CALLING HIM OUT. Also me out because that’s my chicken scratch handwriting ;v; I DID MY BEST OKAY? IT’S HARD TO WRITE ON A TABLET.

*shakes fist at the sky*

-MUN. )

[raining-on-here-school]

[oceanicgf-deactivating-deactiva]

WHERE is the video with the guy with the laptop dancing to really bad music please i need this

[sensicalabsurdities]

before i hit play i was like “I’m sure ‘bad music’ is subjective” … and then

[justqueenthoughts]

Bohemian Rhapsody. We Will Rock You. Somebody To Love. All hit singles, and all the direct product of a band that was formed when an astrophysicist and a dentistry major found a new friend in an art college, who then went on to recruit a fourth member from the electronics school. Based on this alliance I propose the rift in society between Arts and STEM students was fabricated to keep us separated so as to dilute our true power - and fabricated by who, you may ask? The business major, the only member of society who reaps no reward from art and science and thus must weaken us so as to stay ahead. In this essay I will

[transhumanist-viking-deactivate]

wheres the essay op

[mahlerlove]

WHERE’S THE ESSAY OP???

[glory-on-a-bun]

Op was god sending us a message

[weaver-z]

The business majors stopped them before they could reveal the key to existence

[themortalinstrumentss]

This is Don’t Stop Me Now erasure

[raining-on-here-school]

I meant baldi.

(Baldimore please,)

As of right now, I'm moving. I'm going to try to type up more parts of the story I was doing.

So I may not answer