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@tawnycide

i reblog whatever happens to catch my fancy~
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yuyubake
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ironpour
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spookyfbi

This is like one of those art house horror movies with symbolism I don’t understand except I understand what this is trying to convey perfectly holy crap

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maeofthedead

Same energy 

nominee for best tiktok of 2020 holy shit i got chills

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mortimermcmirestinks

this is the only tiktok I’ve ever seen that has managed to evoke this profound, deep terror from me, and that is not a joke

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altospaceangel

When future generations ask what it was like living through COVID, just show them this

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fish-with-leg
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kalofi

forever thinking of the time i just wanted to know how long i could go without sleeping and google autofilled it to “in minecraft” without me realizing. you can imagine my shock and horror until i read the website title

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bogleech
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yaoizowie

every animorphs book

chapter 1: my name is jake. I can’t tell you my real name, because I’m the leader of a special group of kids… we’re called the Animorphs. Because we morph into animals and fight aliens.
chapter 16: ‘god, please don’t do this,’ i begged on my knees. Visser Three had all of my loved ones hanging from his claws in his multi-armed alien morph and was slowly squeezing the life out of them. ‘you must either choose them, jake, or the rest of your planet.’ i couldn’t take it. i started to morph into a cockroach.
chapter 23: as i felt my own brain slither down my throat and into my torso to reform into my digestive system, my bones also began to dissolve into dust inside my skin. my eyes shrunk back into my skull and i could see into eternity- i could see my own mind, taken over by the yeerk. i had already taken my last breath as a free creature, now i saw my last vision as a being of this dimension. suddenly, i was gone. and my parents would never even know i had died. was saving the world worth this? i wondered, if anyone on this planet could be forced to prioritize one life over another, what choice would they make? how can any decision be right, or wrong? i closed my mind off, and fell into eternal sleep, my last echoes of thought being of how humanity continued to live on, but not truly alive.
chapter 26: ‘hey, bro, wanna go to mc d’s and grab some fries?’ marco asked, riding by on his skateboard. ‘yeah, that’d be totally radical!’ i answered, whipping out my own razor scooter. as i pulled a nasty kickflip, i felt eyes watching me. turning around, i saw my own dog, and thought of the horrible truth only i knew. we went to the mall to get big macs. it was a good day to not be dead.