And the reader, dark and weary stumbled upon a post that made them shake in disgust. They cried out from the flickering light of their candle "For Lord, it is another personal thread, but dreadful tales it bear, carved against the flesh of the violated and ghastly. What horrid things await me?" He gazed into the blood red carvings of dicks and cusswords, attempting to translate these tirades from Bitch to English.
"No, this cannot be."
But oh, it had could not be, it did.
Yo wat the fuck you talking about BROTHERMANG
I'm basically SAIYAN fuckoff that Perhaps we should do SOMETHING DIFFERENT WITH THIS GRAND AND ULTIUMATE MEGATHREAD, Something special and perfect with this Personal Thread to make it better than ALL OTHER PERSONAL THREADS, TO KEEP IT THE MAXIMUM ACHIEVEMENT OF PERFECTION AND GRANDEUR-san. Brothermang. [Brothermang isn't a real word] [YOUR PERSONALITY ISN'T REAL EITHER, YOU'RE FAKING IT BECAUSE IN REALITY YOU TRULY HATE PEOPLE FOR THEIR FLAWS AND HATE THAT THEY'RE HUMAN BECAUSE THEY REMIND YOU THAT YOU TOO ARE HUMAN]
That's not how you make hilarious Subtitle Jokes //////////////////////ain't nobody making anything hilarious in this heap of shit//////////////STOP BEING MEAN -=-=-=-=-=-=f=o=r-y=o=u---------------B/A/N/E/P/O/S/T/I/N/G
Red Text carried along from your garbage mate! www.☥ She edits and posts what she loves the most, because what she abhors the most is seeing her old ghosts*☥
The *kinda* scary thing about graveyards you probably never considered.
* It contains all the stories that people had never written, and loves that never came to fruition
It was nearing sunset and the dormitories were devoid of their staff and residents, leaving nobody to witness Leyla disrobe before her partner. "What if somebody comes?" Said her timid partner, a reluctant male student only permitted to remain in the dormitories during class hours as a security aide.
"Then that somebody better be me." Leyla replied, pressing the boy into the cushions of the lobby's couch with her lower body, rubbing her crotch against his. [
What is this shit ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
𝓐𝓼𝓴 𝓜𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
Anonymous asks: "You don't love me anymore, do you?"
[Your first mistake was believing you were useful to me at all.]
....wow was that supposed to be a joke or something?
𝓐𝓼𝓴 𝓜𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
Anonymous: "I never hear from you anymore, and am really getting worried. Are you okay? Is he hitting you? What has he been doing to you when we left home?"
R͎̭e̻̟͎̗̳a̮̟͙̺̖͈̲̕l͈̙l̳̙̬̲̥͢y͎͙̰͔͕̝̖ ͈̙͖͠t̲͍̞̦h͡i͏̦̻s̺̘̼̰̯̪͚͘ ͙̦i͇͔̦s̢̫ ͠ju̯̗͉̩͕͔st͏̳͙̬͖̣̟ ̯̺͚̙a̝͓ ̭̳̱̬͖̹́wá͔y̢ ͍̱̱t̖̗̣͙̦̠̞o̡͍ ̗̘̻̜̞̀ͅp̕a͚̫̹͉͓͉̥͘i͍̯̳͉n̙̞͉̳̟̬t̵͔̣̹͕ ̟͘m̢̘̻̝y̻̼̖̖̞͎ͅ ͔͍̝͓̫͇ͅe̡͍̖̗͇̪̟̺n̷͇̬̪̺t͎͉̪̺̰͔͉i͎ŗ̥͎e̳͇͔̹̣̱̠ ̵̠̪̱͇̜̝ḷ̰̭̰̀ͅi̪̝̭f̝̖̝̯̼̺̣e̙̘͎̺ ̢̠̙̠͔͈̖ͅb͔͜l̗̭a̭̟͖͖̥͍ç̯ͅķ ̹̲͇̺a̢̙̬̫n͍̪̟͓d̶̫̹ ͟m̫͎̺̫̻a̯̞̠̝̟͕̲k͓̪͝e̝͜ ̞̘̹͉̣̫̀ẹ̠̮͉͕́v̞̖͙̜͈e͏̞͔̮̫͓ͅr̕y̡̱͓͖̙̻t͓͘h̖̠͞i̮͜ņ͇̳͍̱g̢̦͉͕̯̞̜̠ ṣ̝̮̖̞̺e̝̙e͎̥̟̥̟ṃ͉̱͈͝ ̮͇̱̤l̹̀i̩̯̪̩̯̭͉͟k̶̘͔ȩ̪̮̤ a ͈̱̼̼̫̣̟h͡u̢g̞e҉͈̰͈̮ͅ ͞j̦̣o̴̥͓̻̙k̵̺͕̱e͙̼̞̥͚̣̠ ̬ͅwh̙͉̣͜e͉̼̗͉͎͘n̖̯̰͖̝ ͏͎̮͚i͚t͔̪̫̮̫ ͟r̤̘̤̫e͓̙͍a̶̩̫̟l͍̝̠͚̻̖͕l̸̟̙͕͙̣͕y̖͉̟̹͉ ͟ͅi͍̞̙̖͔s̬̖͞ͅṇ̷'̦̗̙t̨̜̭͎͍̟̝͓.̪͖̬̗̟͘ ͖