Crying So Hard That You Laugh Like A Maniac While Tears Are Streaming Down Your Face, Not Knowing Why

Crying so hard that you laugh like a maniac while tears are streaming down your face, not knowing why the hell a smile is pulling your face back when you want to scream. It lasted two hours.

It’s basically a reverse cutie mark. Mine was for driving a big metal death machine.

Hmm… what would be the equivalent of a full sized candy bar? My lights will be on.

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

Thank you for including “doesn’t have a license”

I was so scared to even do a test drive that I fell into a screaming-to-laughing panic attack when my bf managed to get a teacher to come show me how to drive. It hurt. I don’t know why my anxiety attack so bad and for a full two hours.

Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.

Maybe I shouldn’t have made among us a costume choice.

Call me Kaufmo. Didn’t come back but still a mark on a lot of characters. Vrc has hurt me traumatically.

consider this… au where Queenie is alive… and the circus is some dumb vrchat thing 💥 🤯 …

“Welcome to the kingdom” kinger joked as she invited Ragatha into his pillow fort. Inside wasn’t anything but shadowed vibrant colors of fabric, digital cotton pillows. He always enjoyed seeing Ragatha smile, as her smile motivated her more than anything else to his mind.

“Why thank you, kinger!” Ragatha playfully bows, following the pattern she would do every week when kinger wants to. “So, for the meeting to start today. Have we decided on name for the new cricket?” Ragatha would ask as soon as she gained a seat, pulling out a notebook and opening to a page, on it is the name Clover over and over again.

Kinger would stare off for a moment before zipping over to the opposite side of the pillow fort to her. “Yes! I am in fact thinking of the name Clover… or maybe… Zap. I am not sure yet.” His eyes traveled in different directions, pausing to try

Kinger would pull down a pillow from his wall to act as a meeting table between the two, holding his hands together and hesitantly looking around. “I bring this meeting of leaders for a… more concerning reason tho.”

Kinger gives a stammer with soft breath.

“Does Pomni fear me…?”

Ragatha looked shocked that kinger would ask such a question. “what? N-no… why would you ask that?”

“Her hands” kinger reached his palms out onto the ‘table’. “Her fingertips were cold as ice… I don’t suppose she feels lonely since she makes you smile too, but…” his eyelid twitched, beginning to shiver in panic.

(I am completely overthinking and coping my own memory issues onto kinger. Not trying to fish for approval but if ya want more writing, I’m trying to get back into it)