Soooooo............where Does Daisy Go

time loop fans when the loop slightly changes

i think it would be funny if someone chose to be arthurs left FCU tendon (the pinky flexor thingy)

because its kinda useless now

sorta?

yk time of dead of night when you get yourself locked out of your house and try not to freeze?

obsessed with Hunter Jeremiah Harley’s overwhelming need to survive and willingness to kill someone who saw him as a best friend.

like thats just so oughhhh

forever going to listen to hunter the bear about it

The reason why God was so involved in human affairs a long time ago but then noped out after Jesus is because God is going through the same motions for every animal species: making a covenant, giving commandments, and sending down his own child to die in the form of that species. I know this because I felt an odd urge to swallow a mouse yesterday and, when I questioned it, I received a vision from God saying that He was on mice right now, and the mouse I was about to swallow was the mouse-equivalent of Jonah. Tomorrow I'm supposed to spit him out in a den of sinful mice so that he can squeak to word of God at them. I wish that little guy the best.

tw: descriptions of: blood, wounds, inflicting harm

(all metaphorical)

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I want my love to hurt.

I want to dig in with claws and teeth and never let go,

Gouge lines that will pucker and weep their blood and drain you dry,

I want to be remembered as pain when you finally tear my curved claws from your flesh,

I want you to scream with agony

I want to take it all in

I want your wounds to cry for you

I want you to bleed out and die

I want my love to mean something

Happy [EXTENDED SOUNDS OF BRUTAL PIPE MURDER] day and “FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN” Friday to all those who celebrate.

Have a morsel

I have ants all over my room. They always come in more numbers than the day before.

Sometimes I wake up with the ants crawling up my spine.

Sometimes the ants come to take away the bodies of their compatriots.

I respect them for it, I think. I just wish they would find a different battleground.

I am tired of this slaughter, and so i no longer kill the ants. And so they come in larger, greater numbers than before.

I am afraid of them, in a sense.

Not genuinely, more just a semblance of tired annoyance stemming from my mother.

I have mold growing in a teacup by my bed. I have no desire to wash it. No need to.

My mother is frantic now. So desperately tired. She slams her broom onto the ants. Tells me to do the same.

They are just as tired of dying as I am of killing them.

They work and toil to keep the colony alive.

My mother is like an ant in that sense.

And because she is my mother, I am like her, and so I am an ant.

But my mother has a murderous fury. And I have my father's willfull ignorance. I let rot thrive.

Maybe my mother will tire of my ignorance and she will come to kill the ants in my room. Maybe she will rid me of my teacup. Maybe she will kill every last one of the ants. And becasue she is an ant, and because that makes me an ant,

Maybe she will kill me too.

Follow for the same picture of a rock every day

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