My Brain Is Fried And I Didn't Register That The Photo Was Being Taken At An Angle So My First Thought

Manifesting that somebody Does It before the end of the year

lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night

*getting on an empty bus and sitting down in a seat at the front of the bus (reserved for disabled people) because my legs hurt and the other seats are harder to get in/out of*

Me: I feel so bad for using this seat, it's supposed to be for disabled people and I'm just hogging it so nobody else can use it who might need it.

...

Me: wait a second... I am disabled...

I just remembered a time in seventh grade right after I cut my hair short when some random transphobic kid on my bus decided to strike up a conversation and I was just tired and done with his shit, so it went something like this.

Him: are you a boy or a girl?

Me: I'm a girl, I use she/her pronouns

Him: okay but like, are you *really*? Like, what's... down there?

Me: Are you asking to see my pussy? Because it sounds like you want to see my pussy.

Needless to say, the other kids laughed at him, and he shut the fuck up. I still am proud of that comeback, but also, goddamn I was a *feral* little twelve year old.

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

When you look up at the time on your phone and remember school exists

WHAT

so one of the high school buses flipped over and this was the picture they used in the newspaper