i used to love jokes about canes/crutches users referring to them as their additional legs. but THIS IS NO JOKE ANYMORE.
i almost feel every step of my cane. my wrist? i feel it's more of like my knee. what do you mean i have two legs? no, i have three. yes, third one starts at my shoulder, why?
oh, i need two free hands for something... *sarcastic thought* yeah let me just pull out my second arm. *realizing i actually do have a second arm* oh well...
sometimes i just don't realize i'm holding a cane. i don't realize i can stop holding it. my fingers are glued to the handle, thanks for asking.
today, i was sitting down and thought that i needed to re-tie my shoe laces. i made knots tighter on first shoe. second shoe. then i got puzzled because where's the third shoe.
yes it IS my third leg now. she's adopted.
Maybe I don’t have anxiety. Maybe I’m so scared all the time on account of it all being so scary.
non-practicing slut. is this anythign
Visceral is EASILY top ten words that feel good as fuck to place precisely into your essay one glorious time
in the google doc. straight up "writing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Nothing
because im so special and quirky (/s) i'm doing my research paper on modern folklore, specifically on creepypasta and its effect on pop culture and the internet!
problem is, i need lots of people to take my survey, which is where yall come in
if you have five minutes to spare i'd be forever grateful if you answered a couple questions about your experiences with creepypasta
that one friend who’s always cold: i’m cold
that one friend who can see ghosts: which is weird because you’re not even being haunted right now or anything
can someone baby me please for the love of god
Feeling evil (just wanna be loved by someone that only has eyes for me)
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