It Seems To Be Multiple Layers Of Thinned Compressed Paper Called Cardboard In A Hexagonal Shape To Make

DONT TALK ILL OF MY MOTHER, SHE WAS A WONDERFUL PERSON

Note:

Your mom.

I’d like to put anon’s words into reality. Ft my amazing art and edit skills

Keep an eye on Palestine this coming Ramadan. Israel often launches harsh depraved attacks during Ramadan solely to ruin the Palestinians fucking lives and wear them down and it’s disgusting do not look away.

Okokok, I know that ain’t you but I just saw Herman Carter before he was y’know, crispy, and I am obsessed???? Like he is SO FUCKING CUTE AND HOT SJDUJD

Sorry I had to share

Hello anon!

Since you like Pre-Fog Herman I thought I would just... you know... show some old doodle of the he.

Yes he has dimples.

‼️🛑 Don’t ignore this, you are condemning my autistic child to not live a normal life and my family to death Hello, I am Doaa from Gaza 🍉. I apologize for what I'm about to ask. I have a heavy and weary heart. Unfortunately, the situation became difficult after I left Gaza, and I did not receive any aid to treat my child and help us live except through you and your donations. . A donation of just $20 from each person, $20 will save my child and my family in Gaza. $20 equals 220 Swedish krona. I lost my home, my workplace, everything I do not know whether or not I will bear all this responsibility outside Gaza to help my child and my family, but I know that your help will contribute to saving my child and my family. Sorry for all this.

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Crispy man what are you doing crispy man

OH, I’M JUST DOING A TRIAL!... FENG CAN SO FIESTY SOMETIMES, I SURE HOPE I DON’T GET DSFNSDJKA;A2R4[0RE9WQ[-

@ask-a-frenzy-jul hi herman huh why do you laugth thas much ??

HELLO JULIE! JUST IMAGINE FOR A SECOND THAT YOUR FACE IS FORCED IN AN EXPRESSION THAT YOU CAN NEVER CHANGE. NOW IMAGINE NOT BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF PROPERLY... AND THERE IS SO MUCH NOISE IN YOUR HEAD, SO MUCH HATE AND ANGER IN YOUR VERY BEING. THAT YOU CAN’T EXPRESS, WHAT SO EVER! AND IT DRIVES YOU ABSOLUTELY MAD!  AND AS YOU KNOW, TAKING ALL THAT ANGER OUT ON SURVIVORS CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH TO HELP  ME WITH THIS ISSUE! So I laugh, I laugh to get it out of my system. I can only laugh.

ALSO, SURVIVORS HAVE SUCH FUNNY SCREAMS. 

@ask-a-frenzy-jul

uhhhhh ipad drawings

I am one in a krillion

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H..Hello????? Are you okay????

The notes were...... scattered to say the least. Idea were sprawled out in different chunks of text, each one seeming more rushed than the last. Flipping through the pages of seemingly boring notes, some with a few Polaroid photos attached to them of these strange places. A few of the Entity’s claw... and a strange crack that seemed to be in the sky. The pages detailed seemingly random things about these polaroids, but one thing remained the same throughout all the pages... a word sprinkled throughout each one of them... escape.

God knows how long Susie was flipping through these notes, when the Television started to make a low buzzing noise. Before suddenly switching itself on, a cacophony of noise blasting from it, it rapidly switched channels. But that soon stopped as it just landed on static.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.