You Pass A Pussy Wall Daily?

This reminds me of a story a boy told us in RE last year.

He had a dog and a hamster and one day when he came downstairs the dog was standing in front of the hamster cage, barking, and the hamster was just lying there.

He called his mum downstairs and they both assumed the hamster had been scared to death and so his mum suggested that they cremate it in the log burner.

So they did just that and put the hamster in the log burner and then THEY HEARD SQUEALING AND SCREAMING BECAUSE THE HAMSTER WAS BURNING ALIVE IT WASN'T DEAD IT HAD JUST FAINTED

The thing is they couldn't rescue it and so they just had to listen to it burning

who wants to hear the worst story i’ve ever heard

does anyone want to lay on the floor with me and be weird

A Mind Full of Murder

~I really dig the new book cover! Had a go at playing around with the colour palette in my own style~

There were several moments where I had to put the book down and take a walk because of the random bs Derek had thrown in there

Readers of until the end, do you have any out-of-context thoughts or reactions to share? I haven't read it and likely never will

they sure are

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

Thinking about how a series of unfortunate events could be read as mostly paralleling to an abusive home life. Fuck.

Wanting so badly for someone to help, and almost getting that but no one can fully fix the true problem. Being failed by authority figures. Not being Believed. Being openly ignored. Being only understood by other people who are powerless in their own situations. Encountering people in the exact same spot as you are and having a bond because of that but being separated and forced to just hope that they're ok. Something always messing up no matter how far you get. None of it being your fault. Just your situation. Accidentally hurting others along the way. Seeing people who never had to even think about what you do, and will never understand. Grieving the only people who gave you a sense of comfort because you had to leave and they'll never even know how much their kindness truly meant.

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it