YALL IT'S FINALLY SPRING AGAIN I AM EXCITED TO TRY AND GET OVER MY FEAR THIS YEAR

A shit ton, and they're like a silvery colour on my arms, I think they're so pretty

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

NO REAL I HATE CALLING PEOPLE SM 😭😭 LIKE DO NOT JUST CALL ME BECAUSE YOU WANT TO CONFIRM IF I WANT SOMETHING FROM THE SHOPS, MOTHER 😾😾😾

People who call u without warning for non serious reasons are so scary like if you call me without texting me first im fully assuming you’re in a saw trap or something

Right OK so funny story

I was in the shower, ya know, as you do, when a spider appeared, nearly above my head. Well I thought to myself, "it won't do me any harm, just ignore it." Next thing I know, the fucker swings down like it was Spider Man, so, obviously, me being the pathetic wet cat of a person I am, I scream, the most screamy screm I have ever scrempt. I yell to my mother, "I'm fine, I'm fine, just a spider!" and she tells me grab a sponge and whack the poor thing.

Now, however bad I would feel about pummeling the poor innocent spider, I did not want a spider crawling on the floor or sides of the bath while I was showering, nor did I want it to crawl on me, so I did so. I took a look at the sponge to see if I had killed it, and it moved its legs, so I, instinctively, lobbed it out of the shower. I look at the sponge for a while and didn't want anything to do with it so I kept on showering.

I didn't have my glasses in the bathroom and I completely avoided the sponge, quickly got dryed and dressed to leave as soon as I could, so I do not know if the spider died or if it lives another day.

"I OBJECT! YOU CAN'T MARRY THIS MAN, BECAUSE I-" She cuts herself off as she opens her eyes. She freezes. Holy fuck it's the wrong church.

"I... Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." she stutters, quietly, slowly backing towards the now open doors. The people in the pews, some sobbing, some crying softly, now stare at her awkwardly, tearing running down their cheeks, tissues in hands.

Before she can get a single foot out the door, a weak banging from the small casket resting on the raised platform near the sanctuary. All eyes fall towards it. The paled officiant almost falls over at the noise.

...After a long pause, he cautiously inches his way towards the coffin. The banging sounds again. "help.." a tiny, muffled voice comes from inside. The officiant undoes the latch pin, shakily lifting up the lid. A putrid stench wafts out, filling the room. But no one was paying attention to the smell at that point...

Suddenly, a decomposed, vaguely moist hand grips onto the edge of the casket. It pulls the rest of its body up, its face almost skeletal. Its cheekbones are very defined, the skin on its, well, everything, close to gone. The eyes, unaccompanied by any eyelids or lashes, are suken in, the iris greyed and hazy. It turns its head towards a woman in one of the front pews.

"Mumma...?" it croaks, weakly.

Screams of terror, gagging and upset sobs at the sight leave Carrie just stood at the door in shock. "What the fuck is going on?" she thinks to herself. She doesn't know whether to go find the correct church she's meant to be at or figure out what the actual hell just happened.

"I'm so so sorry for intruding... I have to go." she says, timidly, barely even audible over the cries of devastation and confusion.

"No, wait." someone in the pews, barely composing themself, speaks up. "What did you just do..? He was gone, for a while, and now he's alive? How did you-"

"I have no clue... Uh..." she says, cutting the person off before she gets more questions, "Sorry for your loss... And whatever just happened.. But I need to go. I'm so so sorry!" she quickly runs out before anyone can stop her.

"STOP, I OBJECT!" She keeps her eyes open this time.

You rush into a church to stop the love of your life from marrying the wrong person. Not paying attention you barge in yelling "I OBJECT" only to realize it's a funeral. The deceased immediately rises in perfect health. All eyes turn to you.

Turns out I'm most likely not asexual 😭

Ah yes, another day of trying to figure out if I'm asexual or if I'm just traumatised

Life is like going on trips because my mom made me partake in it and expects me to actually do something

Ah yes, another day of trying to figure out if I'm asexual or if I'm just traumatised

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

wait the sidekick is named Phillip I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEE

When the heroes asked to meet with you, you thought the situation would be dire, otherwise the heroes would never have dared to ask for your help, but when they explained their predicament you could not help but laugh at just how ridiculous it was.

Y'ALL I'M AN INSOMINA WITH INSOMINA I NEED TO SLEEP 😭