You Sing? Is There Any Recording?

Such a silly show! Would be funky if it had a lot of lore and ended in an empty, depressing ending lmao imagine

“This show broke me in a way few pieces of media have achieved” and the show looks like this

How was your day, bud? ALSO I FOUND YOUR ACCOUNT!! >:]

HEYOOOO! Also I’m doing great! Thanks!

Hello I wear glasses haha

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

Something me and my brother were talking about as a GF incorrect quote

*They’re all talking about if they had one wish, what they’d wish for.*

Mabel: I know it may be cliche but… I’d wish for a world where everyone respects each other and helped each other instead of talking each other down and hurting each other. Stanley: That’s a nice wish. Anyways I’d wish for 100 million-

Writing prompt

Someone’s best friend gets kidnapped by a villain and they have to pay a lot of money to get their friend back. They decide to save their friend from this dangerous villain and when they arrive at the villain’s lair the villain ends up being the shittiest villain ever who only argues with their sidekick and doesn’t even know how to be a villain. Bonus points if the villain and side kick are together and the villain is an angry gremlin while the sidekick is the chillest person ever who actually didn’t even agree on doing this in the first place.

I LOVE CATS SO MUCH EUEHEUEHEUEHH😭😭😭

Question! Do cats think us petting them is a type of grooming?

it IS a type of grooming! petting cats and other mammals smooths out their fur, removes shed hairs, and helps evenly spread natural skin oils throughout the fur to keep it healthy!

it probably feels just so so nice, also :)

I made a poem

I was feeling some complicated emotions regarding grief, emotions around grief, and other stuff. My grandma died on May 17th last year and I was feeling some confusion around all these feelings so yeah. Okay here’s the poem:

Blanket of grief

Grief, it’s complicated It feels so heavy Like a heavy blanket wrapped around your body It cuts so deep Like a knife going right for the heart It stings so bad Like a bunch of needles pricking your very soul It hits so hard Like a freight train going at full speed And hitting your spirit, which is stuck on the tracks At full force, without mercy It hurts, it hurts so much

And yet, as I’m starting to move on As the grief becomes less and less fresh As I’m starting to get used to the new normal A weird part of me, a twisted part of me, even Kind of misses it

A part of me misses the blanket The heavy blanket of grief The heavy blanket of empty sadness The heavy pressure on my soul Part of me finds comfort in the empty hollowness The deep sorrow my soul experienced While having that heavy blanket wrapped around itself

Part of me misses the knife The knife that cut through my heart at every memory I remembered Every memory of her The knife I tried to avoid by distracting myself The knife of truth, a painful truth, I tried to dodge Even though that only made the cuts bigger, the pain worse

Part of me misses the needles The needles that would prick my soul The needles which poked and taunted me from within The needles that came with each guilty thought, each unanswered question The needles of guilt and confusion, which I didn’t know how to deal with back then The guilt and confusion plaguing my very self at random

Sometimes, the freight train hits me again That’s the only thing I can’t really miss Not yet, at least It’s less bad, it hits less hard Less noticeable than when it was still new and fresh But it is there It hits with anything that reminds me of her It hits as I imagine what it would be like if she was still here Only to remember that she isn’t Not anymore The freight train brings the missed feelings back It comes with the blanket of sadness, knife of truth and needles of guilt and confusion Even though they’re all less heavy Less hard to deal with Less hard to swallow pills

I don’t know why I miss the fresh days of grief I didn’t like those times at all And still, an odd part of me Feels drawn to them Like a nostalgic memory I miss the blanket, even though it’s better that I learn to sleep without it I miss the knife, even though it’s good my heart is healing I miss the needles, even though it’s good that I’m hurting less What’s going on with me?

Feel free to comment and give your opinion on it but please don’t be mean, as this is a vent poem.

Mf picked a threesome lmao

I love her sm- /p

I’M FUCKING DYING OF LAUGHTER AT THESE POSTS😭😭😭

Jeph Jacques decided to go out in a blaze of shitposts and in his honor I think it's only right to share these tweets with a wider audience

goodnight, sweet prince

HEEELLPPP WHY WAS THIS SO FUNNY? I DIED AT THE “AAAAAAHHH CHIKA CHIKKA!”