my uncle (named big michael, you will soon find out why) who is 6’9 (Now You Understand) just arrived to sleep over at our place, i was not informed, there are no lights on in the hall, he has a key, and it is 34 minutes past midnight. So that is all to say, I do think with some certainty, that I am now, officially, the first human being who has come this close to seeing the boogie man in real life, and survived. He unfolded himself through that door frame like a poorly made origami crane from hell.

Be careful of Asexuals y'all, I heard they aren't fucking around

tbblobnoern tuesday

tbblobnoern tuesday

tbblobnoern tuesday

so-called free thinkers when it’s tbblobnoern tuesday

I hate change, I’m scared of change, I need something big in my life to change soon or else I’ll go crazy

I am shocked at how many people don't have an actively hostile relationship with advertising

(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you

the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user

neurodivergents will be like “i’m so tired” and then refuse to sleep because they haven’t had enough me time after surviving the day.

has anyone noticed recently that it's expensive

times like these really make you appreciate pouring river water in your socks

#fuck off beelzebub my cat has dibs

My cats are legit part of my grounding strategy for when I have sleep hallucinations. As part of my sleep paralysis, I “see” corpses in the bed next to me on a frequent basis, or shadow men lurking in the doorway; if there is a cat blissfully, softly snoring at the foot of the bed, I know I am safe, despite what my brain is trying to conjure.

the sound of my door opening slowly, but theres no one there. my cat. somethings clawing at the walls, glass or window screens, cats. somethings fucking licking my toe in the middle of the night, my fucking cat again. nothing can hurt me its all cat

Do cats make the ghosts go away? Nah. They just make you stop being scared.