Noah Kahan
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Concept
The bee movie except every time it says bee the screen, just for a second, cuts to a silent image of a long-abandoned, decaying hallway. The hallway is dark, but if you squint there is just enough light to see a shadowy figure standing there. It is tall, and its head is bowed, and it holds something in its hands, although you cannot quite make out what. At the first âbeeâ, it is safely far away, at the end of the corridor. But every time it says âbeeâ, the figure in the image has taken another step closer to the screen.
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Its that time of year againâŠ
âI want to speak to a manager,â the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, âShe wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!â before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the womanâs look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
âI am the manager.â
a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site
what kind of spooky mlm are you?
ghost mlm; quiet, harmless, you often blend in to the background. Your hands are often cold, and your footsteps are light. You like to observe rather than participate, but you long for someone to make contact with you.
poltergeist mlm; similar to the ghost, yet the polar opposite. you may be quiet, but you do not go unnoticed. chaos follows you and you revel in it. you want people to notice you, and they will. You are a force to be reckoned with
warlock mlm; you have an unbound sense of curiosity, searching always for deeper meanings. You like to push the limits of your knowledge, and though you can stand on your own, your companion or familiar is never far.
vampire mlm; you are elegant, yet extravagant. you are graceful and pretentious, and your love is lavish. you are beautiful, but you are vicious when you need to be.
werewolf mlm; you may be rough around the edges, but you have an affinity with animals. you canât be tied down - youâre the type to let loose, speak your mind. youâre reckless, but fun. youâre undoubtedly the furry of your friend group.
skeleton gay; you seem intimidating, unwelcoming and cold - but thatâs far from the truth. you are loyal, and you keep your friends close. You like to keep things simple, conflict isnât your cup of tea. You love company, and youâre funnier than you believe
Warlock or skeleton gay
âI wish I was one of those happy people.â
Wrabelâs EP really hitting home tonight
I hate hate HATE that I require so much reassurance like things could be going perfectly fine but thereâs always a part of me that believes that all of it is a lie
a·bu·li·a
/ÉËboÍolÄÉ/
noun the complete inability to make decisions
âThe consistency of hurt is what makes it so comforting.â
â William Nu'utupu Giles, âWhat Do You Want? Itâs Not That Simpleâ
and then god was like letâs not give this bitch a break
« Sometimes I think that Iâm healed from all the hurt youâve put me through, but then I start to remember about you while I shed a tear and realise that I probably never gonna heal because youâre like an open scar inked in my body.»
- 04:00 am thoughts