#7:30pm

[cosmonautroger]

Gene Hackman, The Conversation, 1974 Saturday, 8th March, 7:30PM

[skunkbutts]

ZACK AND CODY RESERVATION IS READY!

They’re LATE

[ourladyofserows]

BUFFALO • cld flow sneakers

[terrania]

it’s 7:30 pm, time for some facts

facts about concrete!

-Concrete is a combination of the materials conc sand and rete sand

-It may appear that concrete flows as a liquid sometimes, but it actually flows as a solid!

-air gets in concrete (solid but flowing) all the time. we’re really trying to remove it but there’s kind of a lot of air unfortunately

-so many things are made of concrete, including:

stone

electronics

sand

pavement

and sand!

and stands! (cardboard)

and stands! (jojos)

-none of these facts make any fucking sense

-i wonder what would happen if you merged concrete with concrete and- *gets flagged for copyright infringement by bill wurtz*

-your bones are made of concrete really. if you think about it

-concrete’s kind of like drywall: you can eat it, but only if you’re really determined!

-what are you even reading. do you seriously believe any of this

-other materials made of concrete:

sand

tar

wood

bones

heh bones like from inscryption

-if there was a god of concrete, well, i think he would be cubical.

-stop it with this inane bullshit. none of this is real. sand doesn’t even exist

-concrete stopped sounding like a real word, long ago...

-concrete isn’t even real! look beyond! nothing of concrete is real! it’s poisoning your mind to think that things such as buildings actually exist! wake up!!!!

thank you  for watching. special thanks to celebrity guest sand

[nevess]

— confiscated items;

💌 … prompt: confiscated items;

🍵 … warnings: none;

☕️… word count: 395; | date: november 12th, 2021

a/n: this is maybe the first writing exercise I’ve done in a while so I hope you like it. Quick thing before I let u continue. I was rEaLLy nervous about the way I was going to start, and as you can imagine, I was overthinking. Now that the piece is done I’m actually happy with the result and grateful to have the opportunity to share it with who ever is brave enough to check my blog. Don’t give up and stop doubting your talent. We will get there ;).

p.d. if i made a mistake somewhere pls dont hesitate on correct me <3

I entered the room to find a box in the middle of the table with stuff inside. My curiosity got the better of me so I decided to take a look. “Confiscated items”, it read on the box, appears to be written with some kind of marker. A snicker escaped from my lips while I pictured the different stories behind every object. 

There was an item that caught my eye, it looked old and like it had been here since forever. Of course I knew what it was, but it took me a while to figure it out, since there were parts that were missing. It had to be colorful… I imagine red, yellow, blue, green, other colors that would catch your eye like candy would. I got the object that appeared to be some kind of incomplete cube and soon realized what it was: A rubix cube. I remember my friend playing with it during a test and the teacher snatching it away from his hands. 

Next to a bunch of little toys –I assume where from other grades– I found a disposable camera. Who would this belong to? I genuinely wonder how many memories are stored in that camaras memory bank. Maybe a trip to the beach, and a fun picture was taken while they laught at some stupid joke that was made. Or, there is probably one picture of them in the park while remembering how it felt to be a kid again. 

I can't help but smile when I find a notebook with a bunch of stickers in the front and with red ink scripted “The evolution of…” I took it with both hands and at first glance you could notice it was deteriorating and some of the pages fell off. This was the notebook where my class decided to record our last year together, since we were seniors. It was confiscated because none of us would stop chortleing. I opened the last page and found a bunch of drawings made by most of us. So many memories are printed into the pages, I wouldn't change it for anything.

Imagining the stories behind the ones I didn't recognize, and the mad faces of the teachers who wouldn't stop yelling at us for not paying attention. Never imagine confiscated items could be so fun to look at.

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[cyi-can-you-imagine]

7:30 pm

John’s at the table, smoking a cigarette. Sam’s propped up on some pillows, resting against the back of one of the beds. His bruised and cut stomach still blared purple and ugly. Dean’s sitting on the other bed, his right hand gingerly touching his bandages.

“You’re telling me that Sam, the kidnapped, abused and unconscious one, woke up and bandaged an injury you didn’t remember having all while you were passed out?”

Sam smiled shyly, looking down. 

Dean exhaled and nodded, embarrassed.

“Huh.” he took another drag and looked back at Sam. “How’re you feeling, champ?”

Sam looked up and nodded, wincing at his sudden movement.

“I think I’m okay Dad. I just woke up and saw Dean was passed out and bleeding, so I did what I needed to.”

“You could have injured yourself further, do you realize that? Did you hurt yourself, Sam?”

Dean’s heart stops in his chest, afraid of the answer.

[heartbrokenweeb]

F*** I FORGOT TO SEND AN EMAIL TO MY SCHOOL THAT I NO LONGER HAVE COVID AND I HAVE TO SHOW UP TO SCHOOL TOMORROW BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THEY KNOW THAT I DON'T LONGER HAVE COVID OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO I DON'T KNOW IF THEY'RE STILL IN THE OFFICE I'M JUST GOING TO SEND IT RIGHT NOW JUST IN CASE OH MY GOD AM I GOING TO GET LIKE AKNSNWJWB I DON'T KNOW

[poemsbysmm]

The words roll off your tongue like butter And I wonder How long they have been trapped between your teeth. I say "me too" to free me From having to say all three words, When not all my heart agrees.

you said it too soon