♦ pitied by @discardedPasts
In honor of The Seer of Memories, I present to you a short horror story. The Mind There is a door behind every thought. This is not a metaphor. You and I would be much better of if it were. The first appeared behind the thought of my mother. I was trying not to think about her, which is, of course, the easiest way to think about somebody. The mind is a creature of magnificent spite. Tell it not to picture a wound, and it gives you all of the traits instead. Tell it not to remember a voice, and suddenly you see every imperfection in the speaker's teeth and feel the spittle against your face. I had been sitting at my desk for perhaps twenty minutes when I had realized an alteration to my abode. The wall behind myself had suddenly grown a handle. More accurately, the accompany architecture of a door upon a second glance. There had never been a door there. I knew this because my room was rather small, and because I had spent the better part of three or so years despising its dimensions. The bedroom, the adjacent bath, the small kitchenette afforded to me. It was an unfamiliar and uncomfortable sight, to say the least. There was no possible room for a door. Nevertheless, there it was. White wood with a cold brass handle. There was nothing remarkable about it. I sat looking at it for some time, during which I attempted to reason, perhaps, bargain with myself. Was it the result of fatigue? Carbon monoxide seemed unlikely. A dream, perhaps? Maybe it was a hereditary neurological defect finally blossoming into its mature form. With each explanation, the door changed. I thought fatigue, it became yellowed. Carbon monoxide? A thin black line beneath the frame. Dream? The handle moved to an impossible situation. I stopped thinking. The door stopped changing. I tried concentrating on my breathing, but it is still a thought. In. Out. Lungs. Blood. Oxygen. The door chose a small frosted glass pane to insult me. I tried counting. One. Two. Three. The number 4 appeared in the glass. I left. There was no other reasonable response. There are sensible reactions to impossible things, of course. Distance. For several hours I wlaked through the city and refused to examine anything too closely. I bought coffee. I watched traffic. I stood inside a bookstore and ran my fingers across titles without reading them. I discovered that avoiding thought requires a remarkable quantity of thought devoted specifically to avoidance. Do not think about the door. Do not think about the door. Do not think about the door. By the time I returned home, there were seven. One behind the desk, in the bed, in the shower, in lieu of my refrigerator, two on the ceiling, and one very small door beneath the kitchen sink. Quite an upsetting ordeal to lose one's fridge to the whims of doorways. I opened the smallest door first. Curiosity is merely terror with a good education. The door beneath the sink led into a corridor considerably larger than my apartment. The walls were narrow enough that my shoulders nearly brushed them. There were no lights, yet everything was visible in the pale, sourceless way of something remembered rather than seen. Along the walls were labels. THINGS YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY. THINGS YOU SAID INSTEAD. FACES YOU MISREAD. THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE AS HEARD BY OTHERS. That final one had a lock. I did not touch it. I know how I sound. To the left, MOTHER. To the right, WHY DID YOU THINK OF HER? I chose left. The passage opened into the kitchen of the house where I grew up. The ugly cream-colored cabinets. The burn mark beside the stove. The ceramic hen my mother kept above the sink despite finding it hideous because it had belonged to her mother, who had also found it hideous. This elaborate reconstruction even included my witch of a mother. She sat at the table with her back to me. I knew, without approaching her, she did not have a face. This certainty arrived fully formed. I never did think of her face. Only her presence. I also knew that if I walked around the table and looked at her, she would. One of many contradictions the mind will forge against you. “Hello?” I said. She lifted one hand. Not waving. Waiting. There was a pencil between her fingers. Usually, a cigarette took its place. On the table sat a sheet of paper. I moved closer. It was covered in my handwriting. YOU HAVE REMEMBERED THIS WRONG. Again and again. Hundreds of times. YOU HAVE REMEMBERED THIS WRONG. YOU HAVE REMEMBERED THIS WRONG. YOU HAVE REMEMBERED THIS WRONG. At the bottom was an unfinished sentence. WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED WAS My mother tapped the pencil against the table. I backed away. Her chair scraped across the floor. I ran. The corridor was not where I had left it. Instead, there were three doors. WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED. WHAT YOU WISH HAD HAPPENED. WHAT YOU ARE AFRAID HAPPENED. Behind me, my mother stood. I did not turn around. “You have to choose,” she said. It was my voice. I opened the middle door. The maze adapted to this. After that, it stopped trying to frighten me with monsters. It offered alternatives. Junctions became accusations in the form of decisions. DID YOU MEAN IT? YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW. ARE YOU A GOOD PERSON? YES. NO. DEFINE GOOD. WHY ARE YOU HERE? BECAUSE I OPENED THE DOOR. BECAUSE I THOUGHT ABOUT THE DOOR. BECAUSE I WANTED THERE TO BE A DOOR. The passages narrowed when I lied. Though, it wasn't a consistent punishment. I began leaving marks. Arrows scratched into plaster. Threads torn from my blouse. Blood, eventually, when I ran out of both. The marks moved. I would walk for an hour, find an arrow I had carved earlier, feel the brief relief of recognition, and then notice it pointed in the opposite direction. It never immediate. Soon, I stopped trusting my recognition> I stopped trusting the lack of recognition. The maze adapted, of course it did. It was not intelligent, not in a unique way. It knew it needed to survive. It knew it needed me to do so. Intelligent enough to allow me to persist, but it could not be persuaded, deceived, or negotiated with. The maze did not understand me. It was me understanding myself, and there is very little distinction between predator and prey when both share the same skull. Eventually, I found the center. No grand chamber awaited me. No beating heart, no beast coiled around some impossible throne. It was a plain circular room with a single chair occupied by myself. She looked exactly as I did, save for the expression. She looked exhausted. “You took your time,” she said. “I was lost.” “No. You were thinking.” I asked what the place was. A door appeared beside me labeled WHAT IS THIS PLACE? I asked how to leave. Another appeared. HOW DO I LEAVE? I asked what she wanted. WHAT DO YOU WANT? Each question was a precision surgery against my ego, excising anything resembling pride and filling the void with a disgusting humility. I stopped speaking. She smiled. That was when I understood the trick. The maze was never built to keep me inside. It survived because I insisted there must be an answer hidden somewhere within it. Every memory required correction. Every fear demanded explanation. Every mistake needed excavation until I could finally discover the version of myself responsible for it and put her on trial. “I cannot solve myself,” I said. A door vanished. “I cannot remember perfectly.” Another. “I cannot know what every person thought of me. I cannot determine whether every choice was right. I cannot tear apart every memory until I find something underneath it worth calling truth.” The room shuddered. My double stood. “Stop.” I laughed. “I cannot stop thinking either.” For the first time, she looked afraid. “I know.” The maze collapsed. I awoke at my desk. My refrigerator had returned. The walls were where walls belonged. There was only one white door behind me. I left it closed. For several weeks, this was enough. Yesterday, while brushing my teeth, I wondered what would have happened if I had chosen WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED instead. There is now a brass handle in my bathroom mirror. -unreality I occasionally find myself glancing at it. But I wonder, always, if it's her.
Ꙩ-->Stay strꙨng and knꙨw I believe in yꙨu.
Ꙩ-->Ꙩur next fꙨrtune reading is fꙨr @discardedPasts . I suppꙨse when lꙨꙨking sꙨ deeply intꙨ the past, Ꙩne's Ꙩwn future must be a difficult endeavꙨr. NꙨ wꙨrries, fꙨr I shall assist! YꙨu'd like tꙨ knꙨw what lꙨve the future hꙨlds fꙨr yꙨu. Under the guidance Ꙩf Sagittarius, yꙨu find yꙨurself driven Ꙩnward tꙨwards what feels like a lꙨnely death sentence. A nꙨꙨse Ꙩf life alꙨne. But even still, yꙨu remain steadfast and calm. YꙨu have sꙨme bad karma clinging tꙨ yꙨu thrꙨugh little actiꙨn if yꙨur Ꙩwn. Seek first tꙨ dꙨ gꙨꙨd untꙨ Ꙩthers and thrꙨugh thꙨse actiꙨns yꙨu may find yꙨurself finding what yꙨu seek. But be careful. ThꙨugh the dark brings cꙨmfꙨrt, it alsꙨ can bring strife. FꙨllꙨw yꙨur intuitiꙨn and it will lead yꙨu true. Thank yꙨu fꙨr yꙨur time!
Oh man/
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THAT. FOR ONCE, KARKAT VANTAS IS ENTIRELY AT A LOSS FOR WORDS.
What the fuck?
I'd be vibing
too many roses... gluh. how many of the creator of my species are around...?
You Would Be Surprised How Tedious Things Get When You Are In The Middle Of A Tension Between Your Wife And The Woman Who Helped Aid In The Ruin Of Your Marriage. The Paperwork Is Just The Beginning Of It
nou, of course you don't, you just said as much. :(
I think I'm getting #cancelled. This is like the divorce all over again.
… You know. Typically, when someone represses something. It’s usually for good reason. I don’t know what I thought back then. I was severely unmedicated, traumatized, and with an intense anxiety disorder and yet-to-be-diagnosed depression. I suppose. Living, I guess. I’m better now. I don’t… I mostly don’t think like that anymore. I’ve moved out, cut contact, moved to low contact after she barely-sorta-apologized,I’ve moved on. I’s like, to stay that way.
Okay. It may be time for me to fight The Horrors.
Sometides I wis)( I could )(ave experienced Beforus. Not in t)(e role of t)(e ot)(er me or anyfin! Just, like, visiting. Wit)(out it being filter-fed t)(roug)( t)(e perspective of someone w)(o )(AT---ED it!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate mediate
HM. NOTHING OF INTEREST, USE, OR PURPOSE. I AM GOING TO GO CLAW AT MYSELF IN FRONT OF A MIRROR.
GOD. IF I WAS JUST A SECOND FUCKING EARLIER UGH GOD DAMN IT
i still have no clue how i speedblitzed the denizen of literal wind
// *over for you // fucking fat fingers
ykw i've been too emotional lately gonna go back to keeping everything in it was better that way
okay what the living fuck this is like word for word what i said to my shrink like weeks ago
what does that mean
Well, that beautiful insight mixed with recent events mixed with the presence of one whom I HATE HATE HATE… …suggests it’s time for a bit of quiet! I bid you adieu, for an assuredly brief period.
… What the FUCK?!
[oh-my-gozh-thiz-cant-be-happening]
Ah Well Then That's A Fine How Do You Do Isn't It
goddamnit. r0se. please, dont p0st this.
Oh, Jinx... As cruel as it is, none of your effort was wasted. You could never have mastered the Juju without... trying it out yourself. That hellish gauntlet did save us, in the end. Saved me, at least.
i dont think you're gonna let me say anything other than yes.
...man. :(
[ reve emiT fo ecnirP 9nikcuf tseb eht erih tsuJ ti k4erb 9nikcuf uoy fi toN .hu HUN ]
c'mmmmon that's mmmmy personal private timmmme
:33 < *ac pours mew a cup of chameowmeow tea* :33 < thanks fur being here with me :33
[ peels 9niriuqer ton etipsed lleh s4 derit osl4 tuB wohemos efil wen 4 te9 ot deen I ... ekiL ]
oh!
INTERESTING.
Warning! Memory erasure for users failed! Rerouting user information... ... ... ... Suitable candidate found: rerouting to Memorybox.com
What can I say? We have something in common.
oFt3n YɇS
every.single.night.of.every.single.perigree.of.every.sweep.of.my.existence
im happy as can be, being me.
ok orianna lets calm down.
* i guess i feel too unproductive at times to really merit feeling too good about myself often? tbf i have pretty harsh view on myself but i still feel like that view of myself is true
/dove turret and 𝐋ost #aura𝐋ess
why the fuck not?
GOOGLE DOCKY
but why
Nobody w★s here. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/1870554★8419.png
this fuck you is directly target to you. you know who you are. FUCK YOU. #vagueposting
thx
FOR THE RECORD, I WILL BE PAYING VERY WELL IN THE CURRENCY OF YOUR CHOICE FOR ANY WHO CAN SHOW PROOF OF DEATH FOR ANY VERSION OF ROXY LALONDE.
i just want 2 forget this why cant i forgt it?
It's messed up... that. He was feeding this out of my mind... into this reality as i was living it.. Sorry I'm. I can't stop thinking about it
Is this the second memory today where a horror beyond comprehension calls out to you directly??? How are YOU? Holding all of these impossible memories.. How are you feeling???
what the fuck
NO
im going to throw up
-o-o-h fuck
c< fucK it, sappy pOst iNcOMiNg, ill piNg tHe peOple its directed at, but tHeres pleNty peOple i tHiNK deserve 2 KNOw it OtHerwise tHat i caNt tHiNK Of rigHt NOw, giMMe a bit 2 write it up >c
@cuttlefishCabbalist stay close to me please i dont like this shit either you dont recognize any of the bodies in the lake no they do not look like your friends that is not a voice you know and you are not lonely you dont miss anybody here a single wish is a wish you ought to be motherfucking careful of it could ruin everything stay close to me and dont wander off #nsfw #bodyhorror #abstraction #stilllifes #backbubbles https://i.imgur.com/Fzv16zW.png
BX(( < pawful... B33 < guess its good to know i won't be hurting them when i kill you
Sylink Prot★h does not need "luck"
NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS THE NOIRSPAWN DOING?
[ ₜₕₑ ₚₑᵣₛₒₙ yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ₜᵣyᵢₙg ₜₒ ᵣₑₐcₕ ᵢₛ ᵤₙₐᵥₐᵢₗₐbₗₑ ] Whatever I can take I'll copy paste and rearrange my face! I'll take your hair clip, necktie, apron, or your life! To me it's all the same! Oh apathy's killing me! Happiness is but a dream! But at least I've got ice cream! If I can't be happy be being me I'll rearrange and reincarnate as your best traits! https://open.spotify.com/track/13F6tG0As0WV4fSx6WX9NP?si=k6wB9JScRmqFFas6QMFdfg #lyricsposting [ ₚₗₑₐₛₑ ₜᵣy ₐgₐᵢₙ ₗₐₜₑᵣ ]
i almost miss when he was repressed aboUt it. #vagUe #bUtnotreally
I WILL HURT HER.
𝕱🅾ꓤ YOU尺 Ｏ𝕎N Ⓖ🅾🅾D 𝕗oɼ ｙⓞｕɼ 𝐬⒜𝒇eẗ⒴ SꓕﾑЧ ﾑ𝕎AŸ
i have to specify that all my yearning and my vagueposts this month are NOT topical in the slightest and are just part of your normal programming >B)
KEEPING SECRETS, ARE WE?
no ttheyy are. sstilll in me and i llovee tthemm ᨑ_ᨑ
==> @timeloopTim has disconnected.
rosie has been trying on singing in da shower lately its really cute i can hear it thru da wall
...........somehow, i never realized jUst how intense his feelings were. that's... Uncomfortable. #vague
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> what the actual FUCK 12 go1ng on 1n my future <
…something feels. Off. About my last few posts.
its its fine i im nnot mad at ypu
I don’t like that it can see my memories.
iiif my prooonooouuuns beeecooomeee theeey/theeem iiis jaaahjaaah nooow muuultiiipleee peeeooopleee? doooeees thaaat meeeaaan iiif jaaahjaaah naaaps sheee’s naaappiiing fooor muuultiiipleee? iiimpooortaaant quuueeestiiiooons jaaahjaaah neeeeeeds theee aaansweeers tooo
cAN'T i PRETEND, mAKE AMENDS, dON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE ARE STILL FRIENDS, 'cAUSE YOU'RE GONE, aND i'M TORN, bUT THERE WAS ONLY SPACE FOR ONE, lIKE YOU CARE, uNAWARE, i DON'T WANT YOU TO GO ANYWHERE, nO, 'cAUSE i SHOULD BE THE ONE UP THERE, #LYRICSPOSTING
Tch.
c< really dOes.... >c
PSA for all time players and other mes: do not under any fucking circumstances think about or find a way to warp over to my timeline the entirety of earth C was plagued by a sudden virus a while back and everyone (yes including my friends, save for rose) are dead i am unsure how it would affect those from outside of the timeline but i do not wish to find out again: do NOT come over here …i dont want to kill anyone else
Doc Scratch. The cueball. God, you're even writing in his white text.
Fuck it, I'm going out to party wherever I want tonight. Just feeling like it.
... SHITS FUCKED MAN.. AINT SHIT TO SMILE ABOUT RIGHT NOW.
-------------------------- hm.
Just a memory asked: Why did you do it? ······································································ I have no idea what this is talking about????
don't make me remember
yeah. im just as generic as they come. lets sweet bro and heller jeff
[BEGIN MESSAGE] y0u wi11 n0tt be. [END MESSAGE]
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How did it get that memory.
hm
The task would be exceedingly difficult and likely result in your death.
@discardedPasts Yeah yeah yeah We know you are making people remember things but what is you awful lost backstory?
▲getting interrupted from chittr posting for a wipe delayed my girlfailure orgy▼ ▼which if i heard myself say two perigrees ago i would have beat the shit out of myself▲ ▲But yeah, happening this Saturday instead i guess▼ #nsfw
I FEEL LIKE FuCKING HuRTING AND/OR KILLING SOMETHING I HAVE NOT FELT THIS AMOuNT OF RAGE IN A WHILE HOLY SHIT
everythings been quiet still and i still cant seem to reach them
)(ig)(key still mad disappointed in )(er cuz i t)(oug)(t s)(e was betta t)(an t)(at. proves me rite to trust a )(uman #vaguepost
i wanna buy u 3B-)
if t)(ere’s somefin breamvealin memoreefs i sorta want it t)(o. tb)(. )(m
I have a bad habit of asking people to talk to me, before not replying a few messages in. It’s nothing personal, but i suppose I just struggle to hold a conversation unless there’s something I’m incredibly invested in.
I managed to embarrass myself completely sober today. Have I ever mentioned I get motion sick? How is it that the first time (in my memory anyways) that I have thrown up on the city sidewalk was immediately after getting out of a car. At 10 in the morning. The road was bumpy and I was asked to google directions. This is why I prefer to fly. (#substance mentioned but not consumed, #vomit)
OK YES. #K1SMES1SLESSBEHAV1OR 1 KNOW. 1ts embarrass1ng leave me alone
lol
whn its midnite but ur out of milk and eggs and u rly wanted scrameled eggs
{i hUnGeRrRr}
It seem someone chose a bad time to awaken.
Oh my god. ..........Я̸̧̢̨̢̢̨̨̛̛̛̛͈̬̞̳̥͕̖̱̱̰̥͇͓͕͎̭̙̲͓̻̻͈̈́̒̀͗̀͑̄̈́̒̂̽͛͒͗̊́̔̐̑͒͗̾͐͒̕͝o̶̧̭̫͓̗̖̙͍̹̝̲͚͓͎͇͚͓͈͕̣͈̠̗̙͍̪̺̼̍̓͊̆̆̂̀̓͒̍̔͗̑̋̒̀͌̈̍̀͛̌̽̎͋́̓͘̕͜͝͝͝͝ƨ̵̡̛̘̪̤̩͖̩̭̻̲̟̺̪̝̻̠̰̬͍͈̻̻̻̃́́͊̃͆̈́͌̀͗̒͗͐̄̔̌̈́͑̽̄́̽̐̀̈́̀͗̀͌̀̂́͘ͅͅǝ̴̛̳̼̝̭͍͍̳̮̳̞̣̺͍̯̖̰̺̲̳͉̔̍̎̿̒͊̌̅̉̉̆͊͋̊̈́͐͆̍̋̐̕͘͘̚͘͜͜͜͝ͅ............. What happened to you?
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i'M A FISH INSIDE A BIRDCAGE, mY BROTHER ALWAYS SINGS ME SONGS, wITH HIS BEAK, hE TRIES TO SOOTHE ME, hE MAKES ME FEEL THAT i BELONG, hE HAS A WILD IMAGINATION, aND TELLS ME THINGS THAT MUST BE TRUE, lIKE THERE'S A WORLD WHERE i CAN TAKE FLIGHT, wHERE i CAN FREELY MOVE, #LYRICSPOSTING
:33< nyow ive got them on the ropes tine fur my finishing blow :33< M-MEW WANNA KISS MEOW SO BAD IT MAKES MEW LOOK STUPID! :33< *the mighty huntress tears up slightly at her cringe ass quip*
hi. eeveryonee ::)
#nowlistening https://open.spotify.com/track/7mqmbpuomnuonpegtgyuhj?si=hjvhkudzrw2cg6xojf1f-g
mmmmmmm everybodys posting songs im going to, ,,. also!! post a song and lyrics!!
💠~ Been working on commissions and I can like, see she's being installed again? Sad I guess. But she's literally done it before it's whatever. ~💠
#NOWLISTENING I GUESS HTTPS://OPEN.SPOTIFY.COM/TRACK/7TT28WBDKMFQZZXSCH4TTK?SI=A6C7DF4BA558457B
actually, they do not need to be human. i wvwould wvwager a fewvw trolls i could find could massage my aching, scarred back better than humans can. the last post can allowvw alternians as wvwell. no beforans. no exceptions.
saw someone cry:ng over the:r |_usus corpse : may have sm:|_ed #v:o|_ence #|_ususcu|_|_:ng
⍙vV-tHiNk nEeD GeT BeTtEr VVItH C˄T ˄cT. nOt tHiNk hU/V\˄n cOnViNcEd. /V\˄YbE IzR˄ tOo t˄lL FoR C˄T?-Vv⍙
i wonder if anybody else that i know is on here... :o
well with THAT i think i've earned my goddamn stripes as the emotional reprobate version a this sorry perspective. i love life. i love bein me. i'll burn through enough rough drafts to make sure i keep lovin me. i love you all. yes even you ;P. gnight.
Hm. In the interest of singing in-tUne with the cUrrent feed. And. Noticing that there are a nUmber of people of the canine persUasion online. I think it is appropriate to share a fact aboUt the dogfish! Which. Are a an order of sharks. Highly migratory ones! One dogfish was tagged in the western region of Alternia. And then was tracked all the way to East Alternia. 8000km away! A marathon swimmer! ・・・𝛾
Cute >
xx_KYOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!_ifg_i_were_a_fish_id_b_a_DAWGFISHHhh_ehgheghehe_xx
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-> people should honestly be doing it more. the rules are made up and the castes don't matter.
Thërë ïs än änönymöüs öptïön ïf sömëönë wänts tö bë mörë mystërïöüs övër jüst lÿïng.
((PROUD TO ANNOUNCE KAR WILL BE GETTING HIS FIRST DRAWN NSFW PIECE. IF I DON'T GET EMBARRASSED WHILE DRAWING IT.))
another #crow #memory ive got stored away in here is the face of a stupid fuck who threw pebbles at me for hopping on the sidewalk if that fucker didnt die from the whole world ending shit i wouldve hunted em down and done something mildly inconveniencing
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sorry for thhhne lack of posts... ive been uhhhhhnhhhnghhhnhhhn ghhhnghhhnnn hhhnhhhnhhhnhhhnhhhnng #nsfw
1 am aghast
i think i need a moirail
[A video of roughly 8 seconds is posted. Dirk is on the ground, the forked end of Meenah's trident coated in deep red as she holds it, grinning triumphantly. At the last second, when her hand is extended to help him up, his sword buries itself in her hip, a fresh spillage of fuchsia blood darkening her shirt. It could've been the angle, but it almost looks as if he were smiling. The sea breeze muffles their dialogue as she stumbles back, shocked, fingers curling around the blade before she laughs, visibly delighted. The video ends.] beat his ass but he got me good eelmao @timaeusTestifeline #violence #gore
Batch one of I held Caelum at gun point and made him answer your questions: -Where'd you get the ichor? casper never answered this one but the short answer is from orfices such as eye and and ear and pores -hi caelum do you know about your void pocket i am aware that theres something about me specifically that makes it difficult for unwanted people to look inside of spaces i occupy but i genuinely cannot wrap my head aroud whatever the fuck it means -favorite earth (or alternian) impressionist painter, go do i look like i know what art is -Did you know you have already been selected for the Mass Psychosis Game? It is merely a matter of time before you will load those discs. i generally dont play online games so i sincerely doubt it actually -Hey Caelum, how much of Casper's whining is him being a wimp and how much of it is you actually putting him through a capital-w Workout? todays workout: 3 sets of medicine ball slams to failure, 10 renegade rows, 20lb walking lunge across the gym. minute and a half rest. 3 sets of manmakers to failure, 10 box jumps, 25lb sandbag carry, 15 8ct body builders and then we rounded it all off with a 5 on 5 off 5 on run. 4.5 on with a .5 increase every thirty seconds, 3.0 off speed. you can be the judge of that -true or false caelum would move mountains for casper obviously -hi ¢aelum :-) $orry for not having a que$tion hi ben we still on for tomorrow -caelum, are you really trying to kill casper through exercise or what? what's the deal there? its good for his health https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSd6GERYlRP76ygmjPpHrBpVpxLlGAEOwwGCVXTdKz-GU1lNpQ/viewform?usp=header
should i join in on the askbox thing? would people even be interested in what i have to say about stuff?
ᐖ ALGSO SOREY IF IT MAKE U FEEL BETTER I MISSPELL MY OWN NAME A LOTS TOO ᐛ
ᐖ WUT ᐖA ᐖEAL WIF ᐖA BLASTY THING THAT TURNEᐖ THAT GUY TO PAST TENSE ᐖAT TIEM ᐖEN?????? I LIGᐖERALY THOT U MAᐖE WEAPONZ ᐛ
◌ "ᐖ EBIDERT WUT UR BINESSᑈOMPANY ᐖO AᑈKSHUALLY? ᐛ" It's Evidet. We design and sell air filtration devices and accessories for them. I feel as if that should be a little obvious but thank you for asking. ⧂
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⋆⁺‧₊☽ I will say, on th' topic of seein' ev'ryone 'ornypostin' on 'ere again... if anyone ever is pent-up an' needs a, um-- "partner?" t' 'elp alleviate things... Um-- 'm willin' t' help. A good Heiress (an' future Empress!!) 'elps ensure satisfaction f'r her subjects...! ^^ #NSFW ☾₊‧⁺⋆
chch0w hav1ng her 0wn badge makez me l1ke th1z z1te aga1n
:33< jegus christ somebody k33p that thing on a LEASH!!!
- @tummblingTenet Umm. Are you also seeing this, umm, or just mme.
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#nowlistening https://open.spotify.com/track/2oenepysbhxrx4oc34x612?si=a-tpczoxsmwoytyh0b9tkw
Are You Just Gonna Stand There Like A Lemon?🍋
oh so a girl asks for help alchemizing things and you ignore her? for SHAME SHAME ON YOU youre gonna make her CRY! >B( that her being ME https://file.garden/ZjWeSXBkUxBjUmEk/pouting.png
i am NOT going to get pulled back into the cyclle of ragebaiting Wrothe every night i cant i have better things to do.
SomeTimes I do wish I could be a rainbowdrinker ❤︎ A silly wrigglerish fanTasTy ❤︎ I know ❤︎ BuT iT would jusT be so…romanTic ❤︎ Sigh ❤︎
come on here 2 cause some probelms see a penis n b shocked liek it didnt litrally say it would b 1 ya thts it thts the post #nsfw
Arf Arf Arf!!! /\ /\ ㅅ
:33< this is the future my fafurite pac man ghost ms gleab would want
and i be striding it #bars
my name dave
🧱🎨wHy dO PeOpLe lOoK DoWn oN GrAfFiTi wHeN AlL I'M DoInG Is sHoWiNg tHe wOrLd mY ArT🖌️🧱
i feel like exploring fictional worlds might mess with my brain if i do it too much so i'm going to restrict it to special occasions. like when i'm REALLY bored. i think it's too late to take the cat back, though. making him fake again feels like you could equate it to murder.
papaz h0me 4 da n1te wut da fuk u ppl been up 2????
WHOOOO GOT $$$OME BADGE$$$ HERE FOR THE ¢RAZIE$$$T, IRUKAN EIZEU$$$. THEY LOVE IT THEY LOVE IT!!!
GOOD L1GHT CH1TTR
:33< i was hatched all alone on the side of the road in a wet carboard box :((
huh. when did i get verified?
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※ PROPOSAL: My, mmy. What a heavy-looking Beforan cigar you have there. Will you let mme light it for you? ;-) - Yes / - No
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