Webs

I'm everywhere and you cannot stop me. This is a promise, not a threat. / any pronouns work I really do not care / s u c c

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What the fuck have I been doing for the past month?  Furthering my ‘education’?  Lmao fuck that imma be a dumbass and cry over tumblr posts.

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Therapist: Cuddling is a romantic act between partne- Me: *already throwing myself in the arms of the nearest stranger*  Heeey look big therapy guy I’m being close to someone I don’t feel romantically involved with!

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Guys this year is gonna reach the end and when the ball drops it’ll get stuck right before and never move again. We can’t leave 2020. Were stuck here. We can never leave 2020.

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Yes I know we are already in hell I was talking about leaving the “comedy show where everyone is silent even after the punchline” and going to the actually fun part of hell.

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I’m so sick of this shit I am going to go to the hell and befriend a demon out of spite.

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Behold: The Triangle of Anyone Between 13-60

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I swear if they don’t play Rasputin at my funeral I am turning into a ghost and removing all of your spoons until you only have one every day out of pure spite.

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I’m trying to do my work but that fucking pumpkin is extra thicc and the clap of it’s non-existent ass cheeks keeps alerting me.

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So I just finished the last chapter of Celeste and I just got that feeling that you had just finished a good game and it all is over...  that feeling when you finally 100% a game till there is nothing left to do.  Of course I didn’t 100% because of those fucking golden strawberries but still-  Like-  now I need to find something else.  Hollow Knight, Enter The Gungeon, and now I finally finished Celeste too.  Any other hard as fuck games out there?  Is there a out there?  I’ve been cramped in my room for days with over 20 hours on a single chapter in Celeste I have forgotten.  What am I doing?

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Listen up don’t make me stab you.  Platonically of course I don’t want our relationship to get too sexual too quick.

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You hear it... the distant sounds and playing of music, you know those lyrics...  Back Street Boys... the native vocal groups are out but you hear something else along with the rain, ah- it’s Three Days Grace and intense sighing- you know this means only one thing. The emos have gone to war.

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Spoons are a weapon forged by the gods, they have unnatural capabilities.  And they are all mine.  You cannot stop me from taking them.  Your spoons are mine and so are three of your phalanges.