she had a tough time getting out of the block pit
IF YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN I A BLOCK PIT THEN YOU DONT KNWO THE FEAR. IT SUCKS YOU IN DEEPER AS YOU TRY TO MOVE. IT’S LIKE THE MUGGLE’S DEVIL’S SNARE MAN.
YOU HAVE TO USE ALL YOUR STRENGTH TO GET OUT OF THOSE FUCKERS
I HAVE BEEN IN ONE AND ITS LIKE SWIMMING IF YOU DON’T STOP MOVING YOU EITHER FLOAT OR SINK THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN
WE HAD THESE WHEN I USED TO BE IN GYMNASTICS AND I HATED THESE FUCKING THINGS THEY SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME
I ONCE GOT STUCK AT THE BOTTOM OF ONE OF THESE AND WHEN PEOPLE CAME TO LOOK FOR ME, I GOT STEPPED ON TWICE
so when i was seven i got stuck at the bottom of one and i blacked out. apparently it took them 45 minutes to empty the pit enough to find me. my therapist believes this is why i have claustrophobia.
At least she’s face up. The worst is when you go in head first. I’ve been pulled out by my toes several times.
#FRIENDS I HAVE SOME ADVICE FOR YOU#DO NOT TRY TO WALK OR SWIM OUT OF A BLOCK PIT#GET YOURSELF HORIZONTAL#AND THEN ROLL OUT#IT WORKS JUST LIKE TANK TREADS GOING OVER UNEVEN TERRAIN#ITS THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN GET SOME TRACTION AND NOT GET SUCKED BACK IN
YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST YOU UN-ATHLETIC FRICKERS
TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT
"oh my god stop criticizing young girls who like 50 Shades of Gray or Twilight you can’t tell them what they can and can’t read"
no we can’t but we have to protect young girls from mistaking abusive behavior for genuine affection at all costs
OKAY so i just saw the most ridiculous thing at the store today
so we come across this thing
and we discover you can turn it inside out and
ITS HELLO KITTY I’M
HSE’S EVEN GOT HER OWN LITTLE CHICKEN DRUMSTICK IM SO DONE
why the fuck
"You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain."
How do you read the books they love and not try and figure out what made those words special? How do you read the books you love and not look for them in the spaces between the lines?
How do you get to a place where you don’t want to tell them about that amazing pizza place you discovered, and yes, by-the-way, I stumbled upon a pub you’d love, and yes I still prefer cider to beer.
How do you let someone go completely? How do you go from pretending to not need them, and want them and crave them, to actually being OK?
How do you get to a place where May is just another month and not a mausoleum for shared heartbeats?
How do you move on?
When does it happen?
by edamame note
i wanna say it
It hurts not to say it
oh god i’m trying not to
AND ON THAT DAY HUMANITY RECEIVED A GRIM REMEOWNDER