Bugofmanynames - Lobotomy Patient

every remotely popular band/artist has that one song that everybody's heard at least once even if they don't listen to them

PEDOS ARE NOT WELCOME IN THE MINI MALL ‼️‼️

Found this post and.. literally wtf.

It was posted like 4 days ago too, WHY ARE THERE STILL PEOPLE TRYING TO NORMALIZE PEDOPHILES????? THE SAME PEOPLE WHO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF, R@PE AND TRAUMATIZE CHILDREN???

THIS IS NOT "SILLY" THIS IS DERANGED

IF YOU'RE A PEDOPHILE, IT'S NOT OKAY AND YOU SHOULD SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP (including you op.)

everything is so scary. thank god for plushies

eepying

Her Dear Friend, Mr. Moon

It was a full moon. Charolette was overflowing with excitement, for when the moon is full, Mr. Moon comes down to visit her. She flipped her blankets off her body and flung her bedroom door open. She crept through the hallways of her little home, making sure not to wake her parents. She shut the front gate as carefully as a small child can and ran into the meadow with a burst of energy. She somersaulted on the tall grass and let out a bubbly giggle as she rolled around still in her nightgown. The fireflies danced around her as the crickets sang a soulful tune. Having had enough of frolicking wildly, Charolette released heaving sigh and laid on her back as she waited for her dear friend. Not long after, the sky opened up in a shimmering design, the stars swirled around like ripples in a lake. Down, down, down the moon went. Don’t be mistaken, he wasn’t falling but floating, drifting down to the surface of the earth; as graceful as a swan. Slowly, he morphed from a mere sphere shape into a man. Mr. Moon was tall, outrageously so. His arms reached his knees and his hands were the size of dinner plates. His skin was paler than that of a baby lamb. His face - shaped like an oval - was marred with scars and indents. His eyes were like two little black wholes, his lips were thin and shaded with blue, his nose was long and crooked, his hair was a deep blue, falling onto his shoulders freely. He wore a white button-up shirt with a light grey vest over it. Every step he took covered a full two yards of ground. He moved upright and never slouched; with purpose. In every sense, he was in sharp contrast with Charolette: Where he was elegant, she was clumsy. Where he was lanky, she was full and round. Where he was pale, she was tan and lively. Her hair was a fiery red, the untamable curls fell to her knees, for she refused to let her mother cut them. Her eyes were green and wide, always bouncing around and taking in new sights to behold. Her nose was round like a button, her lips were pink and plump. He was and calculating and deliberate. She was erratic and full of energy. But despite all of their differences, they were the best of friends. Charolette gasped with delight at the sight of him and leapt to her feet. She sprinted into Mr. Moon and would’ve knocked the both of them to the ground if he weren’t so sure-footed. Charolette smiled widely into his abdomen and squeezed him tightly. He patted her on the back gently, his hand covering the whole surface of it. She looked up, resting her chin on his stomach, craning her neck. “Hello.” Mr. Moon released Charolette from their embrace and seated himself on the damp ground, the fireflies illuminating his already glowing complexion. He sat cross-legged, with his thin arms resting comfortably behind him. He patted the space next to him and Charolette plopped down beside him sloppily. “Hello, Charolette,” he spoke softly, his voice was deep and raspy like an old man. It reminded Charolette of sandpaper or the tongue of a cat. Together, they sat in comfortable silence. Mr. Moon had tilted his head up to look at the whole in the sky where he used to be. Charolette, being a child, got bored of that very quickly. She fidgeted and glanced around and thought of things to talk about with her dear friend. Eventually, she broke her composure and tapped the man’s hand with her finger. “Mr. Moon,” she pressed. “Yes?” He shifted his torso to give her his full attention. Charolette’s eyes lit up in the way only a child’s eyes can, they held the ever-expanding universe in their pupils. “Tell me about the sky.” Mr. Moon lets out a deep chuckle and rubbed her head affectionately. She pouted slightly, thinking he would brush her off only to be surprised when he spoke with a wave of his hand, “The sky is deep and dark and eternally high.” He sighed and went back to gazing up, “Many people think that’s where you go when you die.” Charolette furrowed her eyebrows and pouted as if she were trying to decide whether she believed it or not. Not being able to, she poked Mr. Moon. “Do you?” She questioned. He placed an easy smile on his face. “Well, I think you return to obscure or wherever you were before you were.” Noticing her confusion, he attempted to remedy his clear assessment of life and death with comforting words. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you lose yourself in the rain.” The metaphor only flew over her head. “What’s so bad about getting lost in the rain?” Charolette frowned and tilted her head slightly. Mr. Moon waved her off, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” At that, Charolette visibly deflated, much to the anguish of Mr. Moon. “Oh,” She heaved a melancholic sigh. Mr. Moon rubbed Charolettes head affectionately. “Don’t be saddened, little one. How about this? I’ll tell you a story. But only if you’re good.” Charolette bounced where she was seated and leaned forward onto her knees. “Oh, please tell me, Mr. Moon. I promise to be good.” He smiled widely at her enthusiasm. “Very well then. Listen closely, for I won’t be repeating myself. This is a tale as true as the air in your lungs. If you disrespect it, there will be no more stories for you. Do you understand?” Charolette nodded rapidly and laid on her stomach with her head resting in the crook of her arms. Mr. Moon gave her a small smile as he closed his eyes, reminiscing. “On a night very much like this, with no clouds blocking the night sky, two lovers came to sit under my beams. They talked for hours on end and held each other closely until dusk. They’d whisper sweet nothings on each other’s skin and share their deepest desires under the privacy of my moonlight. They always met at the same cherry tree, embracing with vigor, as if it had been a decade since they last saw each other, despite it only being a day. Sometimes, they danced. Without music, they’d hold the hands of each other and spin and sway in their arms. Their laughter reached even me, however far up into the sky I was at the time. And every night, before Mrs. Sun had to take my place up above, the lovers would share a kiss with the promise of meeting again the next night. And they would meet for four lunar cycles, always so happy just to be together.” Charolette flipped over onto her back and sighed dreamily. “How romantic.” Mr. Moon nodded. “Indeed, it was. Often, I’d avert my gaze because it felt too… intruding.” “Whatever happened to the two lovers? Why don’t they meet anymore?” She tilted her head up slightly to look at Mr. Moon. He didn’t meet her gaze. Instead, he studied the night sky as he’d been doing since he got there. His obsidian eyes filled with poignancy, not that Charolette noticed this in all her adolescent observations. “I’m afraid I do not know, my child. When the two lovers stopped meeting at their cherry tree, it was rather abrupt. For many nights after, only one of the two would come.” “They must have been waiting for their beloved.” She nodded, surely. Mr. Moon grinned, lightly. “Perhaps.” Charolette flipped her body onto her knees once more and crawled her way into Mr. Moon’s lap.“It must’ve been sad to watch the lover be without their other half.” Mr. Moon patted Charolette’s back as she hugged his slender frame. “My dear, I doubt my sorrow outweighs the encompassing sadness the lover felt when they came every night only to be left alone in a place that was once overflowing with love.” Charolette dug her face into her friend’s sternum. “I can’t imagine facing the loneliness of night all by yourself. I’m glad I have you, Mr. Moon.” His cheeks spread to a grin as he grabbed Charolette’s shoulders to push her away slightly. She looks up at his angular face, his natural glow reflecting in her wide eyes. “And I, you, my child. But now I’m afraid it’s time for me to go.” Mr. Moon lifted the girl out of his lap and stood slowly. He stretched his long body and let out a sigh. Charolette stood and craned her neck. “But you will come back tomorrow night, won’t you?” He beamed at her and patted her on the head. “Of course.” At that, Mr. Moon tilted his frame upward towards the sky. And slowly, limb by limb, he flew up, up, up to reclaim his rightful place amongst the stars. Charolette stared up at her friend and heaved a sigh. She turned and started on her way back home. She had to be back before Mrs. Sun replaced Mr. Moon in the sky. She walked through the tall grass and hopped on the cobblestones in her yard. Closing the front door carefully, she made her way upstairs barefoot on the hardwood floor that creaked ever so slightly. Awaiting her at the top of the stairs was her bedroom with the door wide open from when she hastily left a few hours earlier. Charolette fell onto her bed and wrapped herself in her blankets, squeezing her teddy bear close to her heart. She drifted to sleep in seconds, dreaming of lovers and cherry trees and her dear friend, Mr. Moon.