I Belong In A Nursing Home

dingle dayle you are gayle.

I'm bored.

P̡̡̨̡̡̧̢̧̨̛̛̛̛̙̯͎̹̻̼̳̙̣̥̣̣͓͉̱̩̯̥͈̲̜̫̥͍̻̠͔̟̮̖̰̜̮̩͇̠̞̺̰̗̻̘̬̯͓̰͔̤̗̘̟̱̙͔̩͔̻̺̜̭̖̩͚̹͕̼̳̫͈͈͔͖̟̻̪̝͍͓͙̰̯̭̫̖͖͖̤̊̒͆̾̎̓̿͌̐̄͒̉͛̆̾̂̐̉̒̿̇̌̒̐͌̃͐̃̎̍̒̅̍͐̆͗͒̽̍̒̍̋͊̾̄́̌̈́̇̿̑͑̐̉͐͛̓̄́̾́̑͋̊́̒̐̀̐̓̋̈́́̃̎̀̽̈́̀̿́̂̓̇̈̕̚̕̕̚͘͘͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅƠ̢̢̨̧̢̧̢̛̛͕͚̼̳̝͖̱̞̝̳̳̣̜̬̹̬͓͚̣̝̮͔̳̯̗̝̮̠͇͕͈͎̳̲͔͍̬͕͇̗͙̥̼͚̲͇͖̼͍͕̲͇̳̙̟̱̼̲̖͕͖̘̱̥͔͚̺̥̬̝̣̗͈̯͎̠̖̭͈̦̥͓̱̰̙̘͍͇͎̣̌̀̈́̾͗̈́͆͆̊̾̏͛͗̐͋̆̉̈͌͗̊̒̃̆́̍̌̽̿͆̾̈̂̄̎͊̇̆̆̒́̄̊̏̒̀́͋̔͛̍̉̿͛̽͗͆̏̂͐̀͋͛͑͛̉̉̄͂̆̉̀̓̑̓̿̏̍̍̋̎̐̉̄͘̕̚̕͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅȨ̢̨̡̨̡̢̨̨̢̛̛̖̹̞̮̜̯͍̯͕̭̣͇̼̻̳̖͔̝͚̥̠͍͉̤͇̗͕̣͚̤͙͕͇͎̝̥̣̗̱͙̞̥̝̼͔͓͎͇̳͈̜̤̠̳̗̯̫͙̰͈̳͓̭̟̮͕̯̘̲̣͚͓̱̫͖͓̻͍̦̠͉̹̖͎̫̈̐͐̉̓̋̈́̆̂͗̈́̽̅̿̄́̈́̍͛̓̃̂̈́̉̀̌͂̋͗̑̽̈́̈́́̒̐̑͂̆͋͗̊̾́͛̀̆̀̉̂͌͗̂͐̒̆̆͂̾́̉̀̿̈͐̌̒̈́͛͂̒͒̐̅̕̚̕̕̕̕͘̕͘̕̚̚̚̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅṀ̧̧̡̧̨̧̛̛̛̩̙̯̟̰̗͔̩̥͓̯̙̞͖̯̭̪͎͙̘͉͎͈͇̤̥͚̬̦͉̳̞͔̼̤̬̜͈͖̠͖̭̣͔̩̫̯̣̙̺̥̪̪̗̝̱̜̫̺̣̬̰̫̳̩̯͍͙̯͎̣̤͖̺̭̟͚͕̙̳̻̣̩̭͖̱̫̘͚͆̃̽͆̿̇̑̔̌̽͆͂̋͂̏̌̄̀̓͑́̔͗̓̽́̾̎́͆̀͋͑̋̒̀̀̾̑̿̎̀̓̀̅̊̀̍̀̄͒́̍̒̋͆̆̎͊̋̍̀̍̾̅͌́͑̌̈̋̂͌͐̆̍͗̀̈́̽̏́́͘̚̚̕̕̕͘͘̕̕͜͜͠͝͠ͅͅͅŞ̧̧̢̨̨̡̡̡̢̛̛̫̮̩̤̜͕̙̺̱̗̻̪̣̬̬͖̜̥̯̬͉͉̩̲͚̹̜͎̞̪͎̥̲̝͎̤̙͇̺̳̹̹͔̗̥͈͍͉̹̻̦͔̺̯͖̠͕̗̲̞͎͎̟̗͕̠̲̙̭̱̼̺͎͍̲̬͙̳̭͖̰͔̹͎̘̋̍́̍̽́̈̀̈́̊̋̃̈̂̐͗͆̉̉̾̊̅͊́̇͒̍̄͋͆́͗̌̑̏͌͌͑̉͋̉̐͑̀̂͒̄͂͒̄̊̓͐̾̍̆͑͑͆̽̀͒̂͌̒̿̎̔̊̑́̎̂̃͂͊̓̉̇͐̑́͘͘̕̚͘̕̚̚͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅP̡̢̨̧̢̡̢̛̜͕͇̲̗̪̥̖͖̲̹͓̙͖̪̣̖̘̥̪̣͔͕̗̟̩̻̭̮̹͚̰̖͕̝͇̜̟̼̳̼̲͓͓̖̗̹̫̬̝̺̥͕̼̩̱̞̞̘̟̻͈̬̫̲̟͇͉̺̝͚̬̥̜̠͎̗̥͈̱̤̹̳͎̱̩̫͔̗͇͒̌̽̇̐̍̐̈́͗̿͗͗͌̐̔͗̿̀̂͂͑͒̄̔̅̾̎̂̒̽̅͆̔̄̈͆̈́̽́̇̔̇̐͑̓̂͋͗͊̂͌̒́̈́̒̆̔͑͆̓̐̃͂͐̈́̄̓̇̔͑̆̿̾̏́̄̏̿̂̓͂̂́͌̕͘̚̚̕̕̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝Ơ̧̢̧̨̨̢̢̨̢̧̫͈̭̙̗̭͖̦̰̖̩͎̞͇̙͔͍͉̜̰̯̬̗̥̳̳̘͔̫̲͍͖̰̭̯̤̤̲͈̫̞̩͍̮͉͕͇̯̠̰̩̥̞͓͈̯̜͓̝̗̻̖͈̖̮̬̦̪͎̩̫̝̺̤̣̭͇̺͎̯͙̪͈̤͗̏̀́̑̄̑̍̽͗̈́̐͊͊̋̑͛̄͛̄̂̑̇̃̇͛̓̑̇͒̎̋̌̈́̃̆̂̔̄̆͑̑͂̓̑̋̃́̊͊̄͗̀̈́͌̎̔̂̿̂̍̐̈́̈́̋̽͆͊͒̐̍̃͐̅̄̂͂̔̌̾̄͑̾͘̕͘̚̕̚̚͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅͅE̡̡̧̨̧̡̨̧̧̢̨̢̨̛̛̻͚̰͖͙̪͍̪̥̬͇̟̙͍̰͈̠̼͚̮̻͓̝̻͍͍͚̻͓͈̤̙̹͔̲̗̫̱̳͇̣̮̭̤̺̲̝͖͙̟̜͉͉̙͕̝̪̝͈͖͙͉̣̯̟͓̭̘̲͙̗̹͉͖̗̺̟̪̯̩̳̫͉͚̻̗͑͛̆͂̓̆͊̈̿̀̇̋͌̀͂̈̌̏̐͂̃͗̈́́̏̅̃͂̐͆́̅̉̐̈́̓́̃̆̉̑̾̒̀̌͑̄̂͐̽̇̎͒̇̇̓̍̍͒̓̂͌̀̉̒͑͐̑̄̌̌̊̇̐͋͑̀̀̊̈́͘̚̚̚̚͘̚̚̚̚͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅM̧̧̢̡̨̡̢̨̨̛̛̺̪͚͍̩͇̘̖͉̻̳̪̮͍͇̤͈̘̯͎͕̮̟̦̞͎͇͉̯̺̗͙̱̟̝͍̖͔̦̳͈̻̮̞̳̘̲̼͍͙͔̤̰͍̱̩͍̖̥̝̳̱̰̼̲̙͖͕̣̺͎̲͕̞̰̺̪͕̞̻̱̮̤̻̻̠͐͗͗̆̈̉̏̊̉͊́͗͛̐̔͛̑͌̊̀͐̽̓͋̐͛̉̓̓̒̓̐͐͋͛̾̓̒͛͋̽̀̍̀͌͋͛̎̉̈́̔͌̄̈́̀̋̐̀͑͑̓̔̇̑̐̀̍̋̊̀̈̈̽̓̾̎̇̽̏̎̾͐̒̇͊̓͆̆̕͘͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅS̨̢̨̢̨̨̢̨̡̧̛̛͙̣͖̮̦̙̰͖̪̤̞͉͍̪̠̫͇̠̪̖̟͉̠̺͉̫̜͓̦͕̩̘̻̼͓̹̱͓̪̺̻̙̪̜̙̬̺̩͇͙̜͉͙̜̩̥͎̙̼͈͍̗͈̰̰̻͇̞̣̦̙͎̼̺͓̣̠̹̼̺͈̙̗͓̟͍͇̎̀͗́̀̅̓̃̎͊̔̌̈́̀̆̏̍̐̿̆̏̂̅̆̌͂̉̆́͌̓̌̃͒̓̏͂̀̈́́͂͛́̊̈́͑̀͋͂͊̀̈́̌͌̊́͌̽́̎̂̌̅͋̒͊̓̎̒̀͗͆͗̊̊͐̎̽̋̑̿͘͘̚̕̚̕̕̕͜͠͝͠͠͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅP̧̢̡̧̨̡̢͕͙̟̗̥̯͎̟̦̬͓͔̗̜̼̠̱͕̯̩̥͙̺͚̗̳͔͙̣͎̝̠̥̮̝͔̪̞͉̠̝͉̳̦̝̺͈̥̯̬̖͍͉̥͙̤̳̣̣̼̻̳͎͖̲͇̣̦̫̘̤͈̞̭̳̳̹͖͍̯̯̥̪̺̥̹͎̈́̉̀̍͗́̈̇͛̈̔̿̉̒̀͛͋̈́̃̽͛̊͋̇̋̿͒̑̌̋͐͋͆̈́̈́̋̂̿̈́͒͊̽̅̎̿́͊͑́̌̄͗̃͋̎̊͂̓̄̾͋̾́̀͆͊̽́́́͐̅̿̌̉͗̏̀͛̋̃̓̃̾̉̚͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅƠ̡̧̨̢̨̧̨̢̛̛̩̯̦͈̮̹͈͍̦͓̦̞̭̦͖͖̳̰̮̜̝̟͖̺͈̤͉̲͔͙̠̫͍͕̬̫͖͚͉̳̤̰̝͕͎̙̥̣̱͎̤͚̱̤̝̞͖̲̫̳̭̣͔͎̜͇̱̬̣̤̠̼͔̭͎̪͕̗̩̱̩̦̠̭̯͕̦͐͋͗̌̾̃͂̈́̒̔̒͂̐̾̎̆͒̀̀̈́̍̀̀̀́̌͒̋͐͗́̃͌͑͛̀̑̀̇͑͛͌̏̈́͌͗͗͂̆̈́̋̊̿̓̑͑͑̓̂͛̔̏̇̉͛́̊̽̂̆͋̆̐̐̍̿͂̀̈̾͒̈́̔͊̅̚̕͘̚̕͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅË̢̨̢̧̡̧̧̨̨̛̛̛̛̫̱̳͓͚͇̝͎̯̳͕̰̜̜̰̤̦͎̝̠̹̜̬͉̼̤̲̣̭̭̥͚̝͕̥̯̻̞̝̙̜͎̘̲̯̠̖͕̙̮͎̱͍̮͍̯͇̦̱͍̯̭̻̮̯̬̗̯͚͕̠̙̮͚͙̮͔̱̘͚͇̩̫̼̻̞̬̤̣̘͔́̊͆̏̀̅̔̈́̆̒͑̅͆͌͛͌̈́̇̃̆̆͒̓̀̽̉̐̊̽͑̅̽͗̒̓̂̿͌̄̈́́͆̍͑̿͆̃͛̾̈́͛͌̅̌̈̊͛̋͋̓̃̌́̿͊̌̊̿̏̓̇̒͊̽̈́̑͑͐͘̕͘̚̚͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠M̨̢̨̡̢̧̨̢̢̢̖͔̣͖̙̠͔̬̤̠̹̱̯̲͍̳͔͓̰̭̫͎̦̥̘͉̩̮̠̮̠͎̞̳̗͚͖͎̣̰̺̮͍̹͙̰͙̫̖̞̺͙̟̖̲̳̺̳̹̯̺̝̲̦̤̫̰̬̹̲̠̲͎̜̗̬͓͇̞̰̠͇̙̥̠̖̹͈̔͋̄͗̈̿̃̈̋͐͋̾̈́̓̈́̊͂͂͛̐̂̌́́̍̃̃̓̉͒̈́̓̌̾̽͐̊́̐͊͒̔̀̇̌͛͊̎̀̆̉͋͒̀̄͐̆̂́̾̈́̂̾̃͛̔̀͂͒̓͋̊̓̿̽̿͒̂͗̀̚̚̚͘̕̕̕̕̕̚̕̚̕̚͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅS̡̨̡̢̨̢̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̻͇̮̹̗̩̬̝̲̘̻̜̠͙̙̮̬̩̦̦̻̥̫͇̠̝̗̣̦͓͎̙̼̺͇͍̹̗̭̣̤̲̭̳̦̝̩͈͔̟̝̺̙̯̳͚̘̟̝̖͉̠̩̬͎̠̲̲̖̼̯̙̝͖͎̙̗͔͖̮̥̼̘̫̤͖̺̈́̿̈́͗͆͗̋̔̅̈́͋͆̈́͛̄̄̇̅̃̑̃̅̈̀͑̇́̓̇͊͗̓̑̈́͊̀̓̈́̀̌́̈́̏̽̎̎̾̇́̀̄̋̆̍̿͑͋͆̄̈̈́̀̎̐̆͒͆̃̃̉̈̽̌̈́̃̅̿̐͊͂́̔̕̕̚̚̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͠͝͠ͅͅͅ'̨̢̢̢̢̢̛̛̛̥̱͕̹̟̼̺̦͓̫͍̭̯͎̘̲͕̯̩͈̗̙̤̪͕̮͙͈͇̩͎̗̹̭̜̠͈̯͍̰̲̯͙̠̞̙̣̭͇̲͔̭̻͎͙͍̦̼̺͙̤̲̲̘̞̬̱̖̝̤̥̪̞̣͖̖͙̼͈͓̪͇͓͔͙̬̫͓̹̞̦͛͐͑̋̀̄͐͋̌̓̀̑̉̔͌͂͂̊͗͊͊͋̓̀̓͐̾́͗͑́̈̿̍͋̀̾̐̇͂̊̒͐̋̔̒͐͛̒̀͋̑̓̈́̎̈̈͂̓͌̽̈́͂̈́͂̂̿́̑́̓̆̍̇̓͆̒̈́̌̈́̋̊̈̄͌̄̋̚̚͘͘͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅ ̡̧̢̨̨̨̛̛̰͙̮̗̼̳͎̯̯̠̱̘͇̙͉̻͙̺͔͍̲̣͉̙͖̖̜̦̹̫̞̮͚͍̜̙̺̺̻̬͎̩͓͚̟̺͓̺̱̰̯̲̹̟͈̼̠̦̪̤̠̼̺̙̮̰̬̮̬̰̻̣̻̱̱̳͚̗̤̟͇̯͈̼̝̱̟̮̫͆͊̒͑̑̈́̄̉̉̽̈́̽̉̀̀͆̾̉̈́͛͐̒͆͆̋̃̈́̓͑̎͒͂̋̀̎̏͒͛̆̎͂̂̈́̅̆̎̃̽͂̓̍̈́͑̃̏͗͊̀͆͌͒̓̇̽̋̌̉͒̏̌̄̀͑̿̆͌̀́̍̾̽̆͂̅̈̕̚̚͘͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅ

my name is oak and i might be gay

"Man, if only life was longer... I could turn the world into a giant and huge poem. Like Arceus probably could." 

I am not dead, little child. Not yet. 

Aye aye aye! It's October! Boy, the days have flown by fast! 

There's a brother now! I cannot believe my great fortune!

i have observed that the gayness levels in pp make my 'kokoro' go 'doki doki'