I Dont Know Why - Blog Posts

MY TURN MY TURN!!

My paranoia makes me stock up on shit to the point my bag ends up full lmao. Especially when traveling

@pinkcreamypeach (no pressure!! AJDNHFNFV)

new picrew tag game! what’s in your bag?

no pressure tagging: @luvrodite @batchilla @janybabyy @batsycline69 @teddybeartoji @avampirescholar @sanguineterrain and anyone else who wants to join in!

DTIYS for @tizeline

Congrats on 10k!!! (love your artstyle btw sooo soft and beautiful i wanna look at your art all day!)

The original outfit was perfect but I still felt like something was missing...

I have decided to never go out again I was at my friend's house and I got lost trying to get there and then I was really awkward while trying to help set up her online classes and eventually she handed me my jacket because she had to get dressed to see a movie and I want to curl up in bed she was literally so nice though we were talking about atsushi and akutagawa mimicking each other in the like death things?? after we sorted out her computer

don’t question it I have no answers

This is just weird but somehow kinda impressive that I made this? Although the eyes are images that I found on google

I don't know you guys, but George Clooney looks really Mexican to me.

why, when I lay on my left side, does the left half of my face go numb?

What I see in the dark -

I see eyes, peering at me with malicious intent, their gaze piercing my soul and claw at my skin. I bleed, it pools on the bed, the ground, there the shadows lap up my suffering. The way I cry, they adore it. If they could laugh at how I sob and hit my head, yanking out hair as if it burns me, they would cackle.

I see hands, they grab at my ankle when I try to flee the bed I'm locked in, pulling me under with no chance to take a breath. Their grip is strong, bruises line my legs and crush my bones. They wave at me, trying to tempt me to come closer. But I don't. I wouldn't dare.

I see a mouth, it's teeth eager to bite me, it's lips curled into a twisted grin, a tongue twitching eagerly at the idea of a feast. I curl under the covers and beg for my parents to save me from it. From the memories. The deepest, darkest ones. From the way it's perverse intentions change me, infecting my mind.

I see a man. He glares at me. In the mirror. The TV screen. The corner of my eye. Under the bed. Under the floorboards. In the walls. On the ceiling.

Why won't he stop.

Why won't he leave.

He's going to kill me.