skeletons have become a meme and that means there is a meme inside you, with you at all times.
i’ve never even touched a ouija board … my friends brought one out once and i texted my mom on the sly and told her to call me and act like she was mad at me for something and say that i had to go home so i could get out of there with my soul still intact.
Legit my momma said i gotta come home right now immediately
This is actually pissing me off. It has begun to ruin halloween for me knowing people don’t spell check. Things are massed produced in factories and sent out for sale to the public spelt spoopy, doo, and creppy. Like what the actual fuck. My computer even automatically changes spoopy to spooky. I mean, come on. The best holiday season and businesses don’t even care enough about it to spell check the items they’re gonna sell. Fuck this shit.
come on buddy wheres your smngfiehp cheer
HOW DO YOU FUCK UP THAT BADLY IM DYING
I am a reader. I am a writer. People assume I do these things to escape. You couldn’t be more right. I’m escaping a world I don’t like. A world I have no control in. In this world, I am nothing. I am a color, a height, a weight, a number. But in the world of books and writing, I am amazing. I am powerful. I am different. People are better. Worlds are endless. Change is possible. Life is manageable.
if we’re in a mutual you should give me your:
social security #’s