who wants to have a knife fight in the forest with me
what knife size are we talking here
its not the size that matters its the memories u make

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who wants to have a knife fight in the forest with me
what knife size are we talking here
its not the size that matters its the memories u make
Someone: Wow you’re so easy to talk to! I feel like our personalities fit so well together!
Me: thanks i made this one special just for you
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol
man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this
I don’t play that shit lol sorry
WHyyyy
Sorry everyone
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
Shiddd
this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!
It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr
I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES
LMAOOOO
Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~
One time I didn’t and I was broke for like a month but the next time I seen it I rebloged it and a bitch just got 500 out the blue and a 20 gift card
sorry guys not taking chances..
Some of y’all about to be real mad at me APPARENTLY
not gonna risk it lmao
nOT risking it mfs
Do you ever want to just let everyone know about your darkest thoughts and feelings, but like, then you wonder if that would be a form of toxic behavior because even if they try to help it may not change your behavior and then you’re just leaving them to worry about you?
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because they’re the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought “i’ll check if they’re also crooked in my other mouth” and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself “Mmm I’m so tired… how much longer in this one again?” and I knew instinctively what I meant by ‘this one’ was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice “the Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyes” and I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said “I died once” and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because “I got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the end” (my exact words) and I met god and she (she’s a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself “i haven’t checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(“ and i didn’t think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a “what the fuck” moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that ‘this time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properly’ and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives I’d known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like I’d woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and they’re talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like “that looks like it aughta hurt”. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply “only at first”. And he’s like “what do you mean” and tiny me just shrugged and said “well there’s a place beyond the hurt where everything just stops” and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt I’d been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that ‘my next breath would come as a rebirth’. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said “I have a friend in there”. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didn’t realise what I’d said. She still tells me I’m the reason she can’t walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey don’t do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered “ha, not this time” and didn’t really think about it until later when I realised I’d nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I can’t really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, “And how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?” And I replied, almost verbatim “I weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.” He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said “till next time then” and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We don’t need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldn’t reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.
Whaaaaaaaaaat the shit
i mean, my mom tells me about this one time when i was a baby, we were walking past the graveyard in our old town, i was in a stroller, and i just started waving at the graveyard and yelling, “hi! hi! hi!”
another time, my mom got this old rocking chair of her grandma’s, and i came back from school, sat down in the thing, and immediately asked some question about that same grandma without any prior knowledge of the chair’s previous owner.
neither of these are quite as good as the rest on this thread, but i figured they were interesting enough
You know what I love?
silent rebellions.
I mean don’t get me wrong the loud ones are great too but there is something so poetic about the quiet ones.
Like when a kid hides a pride flag in their room or paints their stuff the colors because they know if its not rainbow their parents won’t know what it means.
or when someone hides a binder in their backpack to change into and out of at school, “plus school takes up most of the time I can bind anyway”
The kids that are never deadnamed at school but in front of their family their classmates will never betray them.
The kids that have secret blogs
the kids that have secret lives
because you simply cant live in a world without some of you in it.
Kids that all flock to the one with supportive parents
the kids that sneak out to pride festivals with their friends
the kids that are secretly themselves
the kids that are secretly heroes
and those secret silent rebellions
are fantastic.
So please
Please
keep it up.
The world is so much better with you in it.
This is literally the last month you can reblog this joke
doesn’t fit my feed but this is too great to ignore sorry not sorry
The Father: Hozier.
The Son: Hayley Kiyoko.
The Holy Spirit: Girl in Red.
No
No
No
No
No
Honestly, I’m at my best when my ed is at it’s worst. My room is clean, I dress nice, I wash my face more, I whiten my teeth, I wear makeup, I do my hair. For some reason the only thing that pulls my out of my depression spiral is my ed and the only thing that pulls me out of my ed is my depression. Idk if anyone else feels like that? Idk I just always feel better when I’m losing weight and excersizing and not eating. Idk maybe it’s my body thinks I’m finally being healthy? But I’m not? So… idk, it’s just really weird.
100% yes
mental illness in a nutshell
literally anyone: are you ok?
me: you mean like your standards ok or my standards ok
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.
I need good luck lol
Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.
Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.
It’s also totally FREE.
once again, it’s called CALM HARM
SIGNAL FUCKING BOOST
WHY WOULD YOU NOT REBLOG. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR BLOG THEME
For anyone that needs this!
Please it’s gREAT.
I wish I could just kill myself. But I can’t. Because I have people that love me. They will wonder why I never said anything. They will question every interaction I’ve had with them and wonder if there was some sign that they just missed. I can’t put them through that. I can’t.
Whumpee is known – even renowned – for being clumsy, which means everyone else naturally blows off their recent peculiar injuries. They must be accidents. We all know know how Whumpee is! And of course Whumpee just laughs along with them. “Yeah, hahaha, clumsy me!”
They’re not accidents. Not even close.
Whumpee let out a gasp as Whumper shoved them back. Whumpee stumbled back a few steps, and began tumbling down the wooden stairs.
With every little creak, it became harder and harder to tell if the sound was coming from the stairs… Or from them… Whumpee knew that this… This would be hard to cover up.
They stared up at Whumper, watching them walk away, as they finally… Finally they landed at the bottom of the staircase with a loud thud.
Whumpee stared up at the blurry ceiling, feeling their vision grow dark. But, before they could fully lose consciousness, they were startled awake by the frantic footsteps approaching them.
“Whumpee, what happened?!” One of their teammates asked.
“If you ever say anything about this… I will make you regret the day you were born…” Whumper had told them. So, with a weak, panting voice, Whumpee answered…
“I - I tripped…”
By this point, a few of the other teammates had gathered around - including Whumper, who appeared, as always, concerned and innocent.
“Again, Whumpee?” Whumper said. “You really have to be more careful…”
Whumpee nodded weakly, and let out a quiet, “I won’t let it happen again.”