sitting on my moms couch looking at all conan's vinyl variants online im vibrating at the speed of sound with a blank expression on my face ->yeah I feel normal about this guy and his music
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sitting on my moms couch looking at all conan's vinyl variants online im vibrating at the speed of sound with a blank expression on my face ->yeah I feel normal about this guy and his music
Me getting a burrito
Burrito guy: Hot sauce?
Me: yes please!
BG: How spicy?
Me: i like it real spicy
BG: ok but like.. WHITE people spicy or actual spicy?
Me: ooo! Lets try actual spicy!
BG: looks me up and down. How about actual medium?
Me *slightly ashamed*: yea…
Sub: master! I will do ANYTHING for you! Just command me and I will do whatever you say!
Dom: respect my boundaries
Sub: omg you're so mean. Wtf?
Me: *wears my emo makeup to school*
The principal (a mcr fan): are you okay? You look kinda sick
Me: I’m not dead I only dress that way
The principal: okay just don’t do so much next time
People are talking about a new tv show, a new movie or a new video game and then I'm like:"Are there strobing or flashing lights or real quick scenes?"
And then: "Guess I'm not watching that."
Inktober Writing Challenge
Day 10: Sleep Paralysis
(I am still tagging a day behind. I am very busy and suffering from exhaustion last few days, which fucking sucks. Anyway, this is short and maybe not most original, however depicts an actual experience of mine. I am still not sure if that was hallucination or an actual entity)
Countless gossamer, metaphysical strings latched onto every fiber onto every fiber of muscle, tugging harshly and tearing me out of tenebrous, dreamless oblivion. Confusion rapidly morphed into agonizing sense of dread - lungs freezing and vibrating in tension. My heart grew heavy, and yet palpitated more and more franticly with every nightmarish waking moment - as if painfully impaling itself on iron thorns which somehow had grown on inner side of my ribs.
What is happening?.. Am I dying?..
Such thoughts would have thrashed inside my skull, glowing from fever, breaking the lamenting bone… If only excruciating fear had not been holding it’s rotten, slender fingers around my throat, squeezing mercilessly, suffocating me until every other sensation faded completely.
I attempted to shift… in vain. I could not breathe. I could not move. It felt like my body, limp and useless, was glued to the mattress, merged with fabric soft and familiar now turned dungeon where I had been abandoned to slowly perish in terror - chains enlacing every tiniest neuron, thoughts trapped as if a heretic immured in a brick wall. No delirious struggle could aid me beyond bloodshot gaze flashing open.
What?!.. Who’s here?!..
My vision was foggy, obscured by the darkness, yet tall, cloaked shadow looming over my bed was even deeper, even more somber. Convulsing in shock, I tried to rip my sewn-shut lips open, desperate to speak, to ask the petrifying, murky figure - who was he?.. what did the want?.. I longed to plead him for help, for a single stir in my sunken flesh. Him?... At the back of my head, a faint voice whispered the entity was a man. A ghost?.. A devil?.. An entity?.. Or could this be a specter roused inside my horror-poisoned mind, a mere hallucination?..
I caught myself doubting so. The fear… It oozed out of my aorta, condensed in every space, every crevice of my shaking frame, weeping and dripping, soaking my spine. It was not the entity’s aura mauling me…
What is happening?..
A mellow whimper rumbled at the bottom of my throat, words too failing me. The figure hovered still, without a shudder. If he did notice my arid endeavor to reach out, he ignored it, idly observing my torment for reasons known only to Hell.
Stitches broke, and a primeval, bone-chilling shriek erupted from my chest, hands yanking, nails digging into my scalp. The cloaked figure dissolved as if smoke in a storm, without a single whisper, without a promise shall he return, or has he left forevermore.
Psychic Advice: Positivity, Please! (Actual Experience)
~When People Ask for Advice on improving Psychic Abilities~
Me: It's really important that you surround yourself with positive people and a positive environment! Keep your energy positive and optimistic if you can!
Some People: (IMMEDIATELY INDULGES IN NEGATIVITY EXCLUSIVELY)
Me: What... What did I just say???
yeah, one time me and my sister stayed at my aunt's house and they killed a mosquito with an airgun