Well then thank you mister
Alxeander J Newall and his strange need to trapp characters voiced by himself in their own house for days on end to survive on peaches.
I swear i have this exact screenshot om my pintrest XD
I always tear up during SING, idk why
"You can listen to tmagp without knowing tma"
Nah. Everytime
Gwen is called ms bouchard
the Archivist is mentiond
A tape recorder appears
Jmj error happens
Someone is being watched
I hyperventilate.
You mean to tell me you don't want peopel to have that experience?
the autism + nonhuman experience of having No Fucking Idea of what a gender even is. Who invented this shit? ridiculous
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
Real freedom is realising you can read fanfiction at 3 in the afternoon and not only at ungodly hours at night.
Is this your face, or did you steel it?
Has it always belonged to you?
Is that their face, or did they take it?
Was it maybe yours before?
If it was yours, well, take it back,
To remember who you were.
If it was not, it does not matter
Fore individuals are no more.
Dawn a new facade and then
You can invent youself again.
It is an endless game like this
You take their face, they take his.
The game is played at any cost,
Untill all sense of self is lost.
I know this email will find you at some point. You can't hide forever.