this is fictional
stalkingyermom:


"I’m right here… standing in front of you"

This is when i really fell in love with Twelve.

stalkingyermom:

"I’m right here… standing in front of you"

This is when i really fell in love with Twelve.

i get way too sensitive when i get attached to someone. i can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly i’m spending all day trying to figure out what i did wrong.
humans of new york - amman, jordan (via leunq)
electric-cereal:

I am the meanest kid in the bounce houseby Nathan Masserang
I am the meanest kid in the bounce house.

Parents see me in the bounce house and indignantly pull their kid out of the line and grab their shoes out of the pile.

I’m in the bounce house and push your kid.

I’m twelve and I like pushing kids around especially in the bounce house.

I like the way my twelve year old hands feel when I push someone in the bounce house.

My hands are twelve years old and feel like little half eaten, under-cooked potatoes when they are balled up into fists and push forward.

I’m alone in the bounce house now.

These parents got wise to me and my twelve year old potato hands pushing kids and shit.

My parents got wise to this and fed me under-cooked potatoes for a week.

I can’t eat under-cooked potatoes because I don’t know where the potato starts and my little fisted fork begins.

I wish I was back in the bounce house.

I wish my twelve year old hands and my twelve year old body sprouted little vines in the cupboard.
I wish that I had dozens of eyes made from neglect.
I’m twice my age now and living on my own.
I bounce in my house to find old potatoes on the top shelf of my kitchen cupboards.
My potatoes were neglected and now have mold and a dark, viscous liquid coming from them but they remain eyeless.
I put them in a plastic bag and watch them bounce at the bottom of the dumpster as they fall slack from my hands.
I want to throw the potatoes in the park across the street.
I want to throw the potatoes at your face and watch you gag.
I want to throw the potatoes in the bounce house at night and watch their eyeless faces roll around.
I want to throw moldy, rotten, eyeless potatoes off of an overpass on I-290 and scream, LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS.
I want to be mean again but I wasted all that energy half of a lifetime ago.
-
Nathan Masserang lives in Chicago. His work has been published in The Newer York, Keep This Bag Away From Children, and The Mall. He can also be found on Twitter.
http://www.electriccereal.com/meanest-kid-in-the-bounce-house/

electric-cereal:

I am the meanest kid in the bounce house
by Nathan Masserang

I am the meanest kid in the bounce house.


Parents see me in the bounce house and indignantly pull their kid out of the line and grab their shoes out of the pile.


I’m in the bounce house and push your kid.


I’m twelve and I like pushing kids around especially in the bounce house.


I like the way my twelve year old hands feel when I push someone in the bounce house.


My hands are twelve years old and feel like little half eaten, under-cooked potatoes when they are balled up into fists and push forward.


I’m alone in the bounce house now.


These parents got wise to me and my twelve year old potato hands pushing kids and shit.


My parents got wise to this and fed me under-cooked potatoes for a week.


I can’t eat under-cooked potatoes because I don’t know where the potato starts and my little fisted fork begins.


I wish I was back in the bounce house.


I wish my twelve year old hands and my twelve year old body sprouted little vines in the cupboard.

I wish that I had dozens of eyes made from neglect.

I’m twice my age now and living on my own.

I bounce in my house to find old potatoes on the top shelf of my kitchen cupboards.

My potatoes were neglected and now have mold and a dark, viscous liquid coming from them but they remain eyeless.

I put them in a plastic bag and watch them bounce at the bottom of the dumpster as they fall slack from my hands.

I want to throw the potatoes in the park across the street.

I want to throw the potatoes at your face and watch you gag.

I want to throw the potatoes in the bounce house at night and watch their eyeless faces roll around.

I want to throw moldy, rotten, eyeless potatoes off of an overpass on I-290 and scream, LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS.

I want to be mean again but I wasted all that energy half of a lifetime ago.

-

Nathan Masserang lives in Chicago. His work has been published in The Newer York, Keep This Bag Away From Children, and The Mall. He can also be found on Twitter.

http://www.electriccereal.com/meanest-kid-in-the-bounce-house/

cartel:

What if everything was just a bad dream and you wake up to a perfect life

troyesivan:

its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes

troyesivan:

its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes

sixpenceee:

sixpenceee:

killemjaneym:

sixpenceee:

PLAY WITH ME is another creepy short film I just watched today.

It’s 2 minutes long, it is incredibly disturbing. INCREDIBLY. 

WATCH IT HERE

JESUS

sixpenceee you recommend the best short films, god bless you

Thanks! Here’s a compilation of the previous short films

THE MAKER

BLACKWATER GOSPEL

ZERO

MEMORIA

MOTHER DIED

CARGO

DOLL FACE

In case you’re in the mood for full length films:

TEARJERKING MOVIES MASTERPOST

TOP PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER MOVIE MASTERPOST

MASTERPOST OF FOREIGN HORROR FILMS

Not mine, but I know you’ll appreciate it

HORROR MOVIE MASTERPOSTS

SPOOKY MOVIES MASTERPOSS

ANOTHER HORROR MOVIE MASTERPOST

If you didn’t understand this short film, here’s an explanation

ladygeekgirl-and-friends:

See, I told you I was going to keep talking about Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic series! Today I’m going to discuss three ways in which the series subverts the expectations of readers familiar with Christian lore. These tropes are the Mystical Pregnancy, the Death of the Son of God, and God Dying for Our Sins. I think these departures from Christian canon are ultimately more “human”—more relatable and thus, perhaps, more believable.
Major spoilers for The Sandman series below!
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ladygeekgirl-and-friends:

See, I told you I was going to keep talking about Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic series! Today I’m going to discuss three ways in which the series subverts the expectations of readers familiar with Christian lore. These tropes are the Mystical Pregnancy, the Death of the Son of God, and God Dying for Our Sins. I think these departures from Christian canon are ultimately more “human”—more relatable and thus, perhaps, more believable.

Major spoilers for The Sandman series below!

Read More

miss-grace:

Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?

everyday, yes.