shadow the hedgehog is a bitchass motherfucker

labubu was meant to be hanging off a kindergartners backpack filthy as fuck with no eyes left

Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach

In my joyful dreams I never frown. Smilent Hill

good morning to the beaten and the damned only

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

the saddest beanie baby related thing ever is still trap the mouse. no birthday

hi, fun fact! Trap the mouse doesn’t have a birthday because he was THE FIRST BEANIE BABY. Before Beanie Babies had birthdays, there was Trap the Mouse. Basically, he is too ancient for birthdays. Older than dirt, this one.

He predates the modern calendar