dear craymond

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sometimes i come home and wash my hands and see myself in the mirror and go ah, i can really see how i might be loveable. then i wash some dishes or something

There are frogs outside

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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

[Video description: a husky standing in a kitchen next to a table where someone is seated at. The person repeatedly gently wraps their hand around the dog’s mouth as it “talks”, and squeezes it so the dog makes a “Mloh mloh mloh mloh mloh” sound, or the sound of an engine. They pull their hand away a couple times, after which the dog looks at them and increases its noise to a higher whine, and the person repeats the action. /End description]

ive always hated when a vampire story is trying to distance itself from traditional lore or common perception and the vampire turns up their nose and says "and no. I don't turn into a bat" like they're so offended that you'd even suggest that they could do something so cool. well congratulations you're uncool and boring goodbye

the only thing more embarrassing than cringy poetry is being so afraid of feeling embarrassed that you don't even try to make anything at all

for the love of god do not let the constant anti-cringe threat modeling of the internet deter you from making or sharing things

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you ever have “cry and scream yourself awake” level nightmares that are immediately the stupidest premises imaginable the moment you actually wake up

The last time I wailed "help, please, help me, heeelp" loud enough to have the whole house come running, it was because I was having a nightmare that I was in my laundry room, and out of the corner of my eye I witnessed a Snoopy stuffed animal slowly rise up on two legs, as if being manipulated by a ghost or perhaps made animate by a possessing spirit, and slowly start to dance the Macarena.

I can’t stop thinking about this

on a dark & stormy night, there was a creature . & you’re never going to beleive what it did next

it creached

Called out for faking introversion to gain clout on social media