Bog With A Blog

hey I just watched the finale of avatar for the first time and I sobbed so hysterically at it my fitbit started vibrating violently to tell me that I was burning calories. I’m 17 years old.

the kids are all right

no I’m not man I’m still sobbing

dont store a knife with the point facing down, it damages the blade. no, dont do that either. when you store it with the point facing up you might accidentally hurt yourself when you try to grab it. dont store a knife at all actually. your blade must never leave your hand, always ready, ruthless and waiting. you know deep down that ever since you learned the stench of blood you will never be able to cast it aside. or just get a sheath for it i guess.

When I was little my auntie loved pirates of the Caribbean and my weird godfather was like a real life ninja or something and they kept asking me if I'd rather be a pirate or a shinobi. I was like five. Don't know what a Shinobi is. Obviously, pirate, her influence mattered more to me bc she looked like bayonetta.Whateva. But this dude was very intent on changing my mind. He got me smoke bombs. Sometimes a little tnt here and there because he was an explosives engineer as his dayjob. He taught me how to make the moltov cocktails, got shurukeins for my bday, a grappling hook, brass knuckles, smoke bombs with fun colors, I already had nunchucks bc I was in martial arts in a specific class-but when I was 13 for my b'day he gave me a katana. Like sharpened and everything. Taught me how to cut branches and shit with technique, there was a note that said specifically not to use it to kms and then I never saw him again. That was a part of my childhood. I kept getting the katana taken away bc I used it to poke holes in my ceiling. I have nobody I can tell this to. I still have it, it's in my room in a corner.

He was in love with my mother like for a long time but to this day she won't tell me why she left him

When I was little my auntie loved pirates of the Caribbean and my weird godfather was like a real life ninja or something and they kept asking me if I'd rather be a pirate or a shinobi. I was like five. Don't know what a Shinobi is. Obviously, pirate, her influence mattered more to me bc she looked like bayonetta.Whateva. But this dude was very intent on changing my mind. He got me smoke bombs. Sometimes a little tnt here and there because he was an explosives engineer as his dayjob. He taught me how to make the moltov cocktails, got shurukeins for my bday, a grappling hook, brass knuckles, smoke bombs with fun colors, I already had nunchucks bc I was in martial arts in a specific class-but when I was 13 for my b'day he gave me a katana. Like sharpened and everything. Taught me how to cut branches and shit with technique, there was a note that said specifically not to use it to kms and then I never saw him again. That was a part of my childhood. I kept getting the katana taken away bc I used it to poke holes in my ceiling. I have nobody I can tell this to. I still have it, it's in my room in a corner.

He was in love with my mother like for a long time but to this day she won't tell me why she left him

i have a bunch of disgusting ideas if anyone's interested

If I had a diner, the coffee would be 50¢ a cup. Just 50¢. Always 50¢, price never changes, it’s like the Costco hotdog. But the coffee is bad. Really bad, so bad, lukewarm, watery, medium roast SWILL. But it’s so cheap you feel like you want to finish your cup and buy another because wow, it’s so affordable. You drive by and you think ‘Hey, that’s the place with the cheap coffee, I need to go back there.’ having totally forgotten the coffee is bad, you fall for it again. Why would I do this? Because I’m evil.

i dont have an angel and devil on my shoulder there's just a protestant telling me to work harder and a white buddhist who probably misunderstood buddhism telling me to stop wanting anything