the problem with having had a creepypasta faze in middle school is that I have become numb to the world while simultaneously having a nagging fear of getting back into creepypasta because sometimes when I jus wanna hear about cryptids in the middle of the night I find some fanfiction about fictional serial killers getting called "uwu smol beans" and it gives me flashbacks
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I think art is Beautiful because it shows the individuality of the person. Even if someone is bad at doing one thing in art like drawing they can still find that they are good at sculpting. The ability to have that opportunity is just so wonderful. People have their own special little talent in art that shows who they are. They have the power to create something that can reach into the very soul of others. I think art is beautiful because even if a person is bad at it, their hard work and dedication creates a whole other world, a whole other style of art. I absolutely adore that everyone is good at art but it just takes another perspective to see it. In my art class I sit next to a girl. Someone who is very brutal when she looks at someone else’s piece and even her own. On the other hand I tend to say that everyone’s art is beautiful and scold her for saying otherwise because that creation is proof that they tried. It is proof that even though they may not have wanted to do work they still made an effort and created something their own. She tells me that I’m impossible. She says I’m not very smart for trying to think positively and being creative. As soon as she got her projects back she threw them away saying how awful they were. I would always take them because art is beautiful and no matter what someone says people shouldn’t be distraught over hatred instead they should see that while there is always room for improvement that doesn’t mean your art is bad.
"i cant wait to get home from work so i can do all that stuff i wanted to do"
when i get home from work:
hate to see people living your dream
love to see them flourish
"he's evil" no he's not. he's just my lil man. ok, maybe a little, but he's still just my funky lil man. "he's killed people" okay, and?? he's just quirky that's all. but he's also got great style, and i think he'd give really good hugs :)
literally in love with this movie
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992) dir.: Francis Ford Coppola
Gender Neutral pronouns, Anal, choking with tentacles, deep throating tentacles, lowkey temperature play, minor mentioning of exhibitionism, anal creampie, n yeeeaah this one took me a while to write and if it flops Imma be so disappointed. This is actually the longest fic I have ever written and thats why it took so long, I wanted something big. I had to do some research about Otto in order to get this right because I do like spiderman but I’m more of an xmen/xforce kinda gal. Again this was written for a friend as her valentine’s day gift which is crazy bc I’m still not done writing everything for that gift and Valentine’s day is coming up.
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