Möönshädöws in the Möönwörmlight

Eat the rich. Suck blood.

It has been found y’all THE FORREST FENN TREASURE HAS BEEN FOUND

The Hot Daga truly is the best form of damnation Shane has ever invented. He's getting thousands of innocent souls to invest themselves in possibly the stupidest idea he's ever had, borne of nothing more than a desire to annoy Ryan.

Summary: Are you there God? It's me, Shane.

I'm not even consciously writing this story anymore; I just wait for Shane to possess me. Hope you're enjoying my descent into madness

Watch me checking my emails every other second, eagerly awaiting a new update on any of the current ongoing fanfictions that I’m invested in.

–It seemed incredible you were not in the room with me, you were so much nearer than anything else, nearer than the dress I was wearing.–It doesn’t matter at all that we never see each other, & that we write so seldom. We shall never escape from each other.

I love you, too, my dear, and shall always, just as I did the first moment I saw you. You are a part of Loveliness to me.

So you have been reading old letters. I must do that, too.–Consider, old friend, that someday our letters may be published in print! At least, it would need nothing more than a premature death or two!

Love me, please; I love you; I can bear to be your friend. So ask me anything, and hurt me whenever you must; but never be "tolerant", or "kind". And never say to me again,–dont dare say to me again–"Anyway, you can make a trial" of being friends with you! Because I can't do things in that way; I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it; and it may be a trial–of course, most things are, I suppose–but I never am conscious of making a trial; I am conscious only of doing the thing that I love to do,–that I have to do–and I have to be your friend.

It isn't eccentric never to tell a poet which of his poems you like best, it's just plain lazy. I beg you pardon if I've said anything rude and hope I have.

“Please give me some bad advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.”

Author's Note: SO what do you all think? I may not be a professional writer; but I think I am being given the talent to pull this off in service of a greater mission =)

Whenever you feel alone, sad, like nobody’s there to listen. Talk to the demon under your bed. It’s always there for you, especially late at night, and it won’t judge. It’s very sweet.

One thing I truly knew – knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest – was how love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

Jacob pleaseeee stop