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im incredibly bad at facial expressions. not in like a “i show every emotion” but in a “i literally never change my facial expression unless im actually putting work into it”.
and that’s why in my friend group im infamous as “that guy who rolled down a hill with a perfectly neutral expression”.
Your sleep paralysis demon doesn't know what sleep actually is. He understands it about as much as you understand why cicadas cry, which is to say, not very much at all. All he knows is that you need it.
And he needs you to have it. Good sleep. He wants that for you.
He can't eat if you're not sleeping, after all.
It's not because he likes how you look when you sleep, peaceful and open. It's not because he watches you breathe, from the window, from the corner, from the edge of your bed. It's not so he can touch your skin without feeling you tense under his fingers, against his body.
It's not because he wants you to sleep well.
It's not because he cares.
tagged by the lovely @asexual-fandom-queen to share 4 non-selfie pics!
a funky cocktail at my favorite bar, noodles from a great Japanese place, my baby shrimp cat Moony, and an abandoned boat on the lake (which has since been removed :/ RIP Minnow)
No pressure tagging: @jaggerwockyy @tanktopdiaz @ryansbabygirloliver @inell @therevengers
Why do your scars glow green?
They can glow more than just green! They can be blue aswell and green at the same time!
And as for why I have it-....
I was a part of some 'experiment', and they stuffed me full of drugs and radiation, making my insides glow . So soft parts on my skin with glow, too, like my scars.
The scars are from fights, being tortured, and burned from the inside out!
But I'm fine... totally fine...
so my last name starts with a letter vaguely in the middle of the alphabet and my mom used to call it the curse of 12 because i always get number 12 when we get numbered off in classes and i think about it daily
there was a hair tie stuck under my bed. my hair was half-up in pigtails at the time (one pig tail, i wanted the other but i only own two hair ties.). i dont want to go under my bed because there is dust down there and i sneeze easily and loudly. but i happen to own a ukulele
i used the ukulele to try and reach the hair tie, but it sadly wasnt long enough. but you know what is?
a stick! which i conviently found and then aggressively taped together with the ukulele to make a longer grabbing machine.
i tried again, but sadly it did not work.
so i grabbed two other sticks, which were already taped together during a vain attempt to fix my dresser drawer. i taped the two sticks to the ukulele-stick machine and finally grabbed the singular hair tie, almost destroying my machine in the process.
in the end i was left with this
and a lifetime ban from the tape dispenser
sometimes i wonder why i havent tried dating in years then i remember my evil bisexual 3 years long situationship and its like oh yeah. thats why
guys im in a group project and i put the chat on mute because i have already decided im never going to work with these people again and
the argument got religious at one point holy hell
