alderaanians:

Star Wars: Rebel Heist

meepycreepy:

ninapedia:

The pillow is wet when you wake up. Your hair is still drying. It’s always drying. You washed it 3 days ago and need to wash it again soon. It’s still drying.

All the hair balls in your room seemed to have moved into one corner on their own. You don’t know where they’ve come from or how they keep growing. They feed on each other. Soon it’ll be too big for you to escape.

You comb your fingers through your hair only to pull out a clump of hair. You do it again and another clump comes with it. You do this several times with the same result, but the number of hairs on your head is both constant and infinite. 

“At least I’ll be warm in the winter.” You reassure yourself as the sun beats down on your head. Your scalp is melting off, every journey outside is a mistake. The winter will never come.

Ughh my life

If you are worried about the future, consider this: Dishonored 2

blazemalefica:

Shadows protect my angel in white ♫

kittenkhaleeesi:

I wish there was something I could say to mothers with babies or children having tantrums in public. I always feel so bad bc I know so many people are just thinking bad things about them/their children/their parenting and it makes me so upset to even think they may feel sad or like a nuisance at all.

trill–la–trill:

Arigatou Gozaimasu

Psyching myself up to play the ~jump scare~ part of The Vanishing of Ethan Carter, this is going to be remembered as the Easter where I pissed myself.