If you don't shower you will stink, if you don't brush your teeth your mouth will stink, If you don't wipe after you go to the bathroom, you will stink, If you don't wash the lower half of your body, your legs will stink.
So the thing is I want a ghost to come here, how do I summon one?
-Yujin
-Yujin
I dnt really had an experience about horror or ghost thingys coz they are the ones who's afraid of me. mehehe But u might have Scary Experiences to Share.
*creep us out with ur stories since the feed is full of picrews.
wanna read sum good real stories from ya'll :)
*creep us out with ur stories since the feed is full of picrews.
wanna read sum good real stories from ya'll :)
drop your wall paper's or some cool collage wallpaper's
whatever you fancy jus drop some pictures that can make good wall paper's-
please and thank youuuuuuu (づ￣ ³￣)づ
(if you can't tell I'm having a rough time trying to figure my wallpaper and need some inspo keke)
whatever you fancy jus drop some pictures that can make good wall paper's-
please and thank youuuuuuu (づ￣ ³￣)づ
(if you can't tell I'm having a rough time trying to figure my wallpaper and need some inspo keke)
*sniff* im changinig my user to niggerella for 30 days <3 yes, I very much am black
Here's a IwaOi fanfic https://www.google.com/search?q=oikawa+commits+su*cide+noya+simps&oq=oikawa+commits+su*cide+noya+simps&aqs=chrome..69i57.15012j0j7&client=ms-android-oppo-rev1&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8# it's as sad as 'In another life'
ok so there's this "cursed" Japanese poem and I have read it out loud and waited 2 minutes for something to happen and yet here I am. go read it out loud and wait 2 minutes, curious to see if people actually die. if you don't want to then don't do it. poem below:
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Elder sister vomits blood,
younger sister’s breathing fire
while sweet little Tomino
just spits up the jewels.
All alone does Tomino
go falling into that hell,
a hell of utter darkness,
without even flowers.
Is Tomino’s big sister
the one who whips him?
The purpose of the scourging
hangs dark in his mind.
Lashing and thrashing him, ah!
But never quite shattering.
One sure path to Avici,
the eternal hell.
Into that blackest of hells
guide him now, I pray—
to the golden sheep,
to the nightingale.
How much did he put
in that leather pouch
to prepare for his trek to
the eternal hell?
Spring is coming
to the valley, to the wood,
to the spiraling chasms
of the blackest hell.
The nightingale in her cage,
the sheep aboard the wagon,
and tears well up in the eyes
of sweet little Tomino.5
Sing, o nightingale,
in the vast, misty forest—
he screams he only misses
his little sister.
His wailing desperation
echoes throughout hell—
a fox peony
opens its golden petals.
Down past the seven mountains
and seven rivers of hell—
the solitary journey
of sweet little Tomino.
If in this hell they be found,
may they then come to me, please,
those sharp spikes of punishment
from Needle Mountain.
Not just on some empty whim
Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:
they serve as hellish signposts
for sweet little Tomino.
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Elder sister vomits blood,
younger sister’s breathing fire
while sweet little Tomino
just spits up the jewels.
All alone does Tomino
go falling into that hell,
a hell of utter darkness,
without even flowers.
Is Tomino’s big sister
the one who whips him?
The purpose of the scourging
hangs dark in his mind.
Lashing and thrashing him, ah!
But never quite shattering.
One sure path to Avici,
the eternal hell.
Into that blackest of hells
guide him now, I pray—
to the golden sheep,
to the nightingale.
How much did he put
in that leather pouch
to prepare for his trek to
the eternal hell?
Spring is coming
to the valley, to the wood,
to the spiraling chasms
of the blackest hell.
The nightingale in her cage,
the sheep aboard the wagon,
and tears well up in the eyes
of sweet little Tomino.5
Sing, o nightingale,
in the vast, misty forest—
he screams he only misses
his little sister.
His wailing desperation
echoes throughout hell—
a fox peony
opens its golden petals.
Down past the seven mountains
and seven rivers of hell—
the solitary journey
of sweet little Tomino.
If in this hell they be found,
may they then come to me, please,
those sharp spikes of punishment
from Needle Mountain.
Not just on some empty whim
Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins:
they serve as hellish signposts
for sweet little Tomino.
a dog comes up to you and turns into a hot man with a big pp or a woman however you like then starts humping you what do you do.
(JUST FOR FUN!)
(JUST FOR FUN!)