#parapsychz

    From his bike’s company, thrown on it’s side by sheer force of gravity and looking rather sad on the side of the road, did he rise from a squatting position. It must have looked something awful. He was straight out of a horror movie as he slowly turned his bare bones neck to glance at what was behind him, the ever persistent rain not enough to put out the fire that lit up the night and engulfed him. “Can you stop gawkin’ like some rubbernecker, son?”

“  i mean i’ve kinda always been scared shitless of ghosts y’know ?  navajo are crazy superstitious about that sorta thing, like it used to be if someone died in a house they’d have to burn the whole thing down so the spirit wouldn’t haunt anyone.  ”  //  @parapsychz  /  temp. starter call.

 :(((

( If anyone wants to read more about Q’s cats, then read this stupidly long post I made about them a while ago. )

there’s an ice cream store that only has three flavors every day, but that’s closed in the winter. it might only be open three days in the summer, too, but i don’t usually go there, i don’t trust it. but the point is, if that’s where they’re going, they’re going to be very disappointed because there will not be any ice cream for themm

STOP

exposed!!!,