** Pinterest Cursed Memes Sentence Starters.

** pinterest cursed memes sentence starters.

“  i’m  in  spain…  but  the  ‘ s ‘  is  silent.  ”

“  ah  yes,  my  train  of  thought.  or  as  i  like  to  call  it,  the  Anxiety  Express.  ”

“  i  put  the  yeet  in  emotionally  unstable.  ”

“  gosh  golly  gee  it  sure  is  a  good  day  to  stare  at  the  ceiling  and  cry  !  ”

“  i  might  be  obnoxious  but  at  least  i’m  also  annoying.  ”

“  is  it  1930  because  i  have  great  depression.  ”

“  i  am  so  sorry  but  giving  a  fuck  is  no  longer  part  of  my  personal  brand.  ”

“  call  me  an  escalator  because  i  let  people  down.  ”

“  i  guess  i’m  like  a  fridge  with  a  burst  pipe:  cool  but  broken  inside.  ”

“  they  call  me  the  fruit  cake  because  no  one  wants  to  eat  this  snack.  ”

“  can’t  see  the  haters  through  my  tears.  nice  try  though.  ”

“  my  preferred  sport  is  self  sabotage.  ”

“  maths  ain’t  real  but  the  tears  sure  are.  ”

“  suck  out  my  sadness  daddy  !  ”

“  i  took  the  breaks  off  my  scooter  because  the  swag  never  stops.  ”

“  whether  i’m  feeling  hashtag  blessed  or  hashtag  stressed,  i’m  always  looking  my  hashtag  best.  ”

“  yeah  i  cry  sometimes.  what  about  it  ?  ”

“  crying  is  an  extreme  sport.  ”

“  i  got  99  problems  and  i  caused  all  of  them.  ”

“  coke  ?  nah  bro,  i  only  do  brocaine  !  ”

“  time  flies  when  you  don’t  know  what  the  fuck  is  going  on.  ”

“  beep  beep  !  it’s  3am  and  i  need  to  fucking  sleep.  ”

“  yeah  i’m  made  of  DNA.  depression  n’  anxiety.  ”

“  make  out  ?  no  thanks.  i’m  saving  these  lips  for  the  sweet  kiss  of  death.  ”

“  i  thought  you  were  a  real  one  but  it  turns  out  that  you  were  just  a  roblox  thot.  ”

“  listen  son,  in  this  world  it’s  either  yeet  or  be  yeeted.  ”

“  the  past  tense  of  sleep  is  sloop.  ”

“  i  put  the  bi  in  bitch.  ”

“  i  got  my  shit  together  but  it’s  still  shit.  ”

“  whether  my  income  is  stopping  or  my  mood  is  dropping  you  know  i  keep  this  booty  poppin’.  ”

“  the  strongest  part  of  the  human  body  is  the  jaw,  and  the  weakest  part  is  my  will  to  live.  ”

“  i  don’t  have  to  be  drunk  or  high  to  make  bad  life  decisions.  ”

“  it’s  okay,  i’m  not  my  type  either.  ”

 “  if  you  think  my  room  is  a  mess,  you  should  see  the  rest  of  my  life.  ”

“  they  say  it  be  like  that  sometimes,  but  lately  it  be  like  that  all  the  time.  ”

“  i  am  one  more  minor  inconvenience  away  from  losing  my  shit.  ”

“  i  will  jazz  hands  my  way  through  hell.  ”

“  it’s  either  bitch  or  be  bitched.  ”

wiltedstar​:

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The    sheer    panic    displayed    was    enough    for    the    rapid    cycle    of    blinking,    one,    two,    three.    It’s    barely    blood,    at    least    for    someone    like    Akuma    who    has    seen    and    had    worse,    pools    of    crimson,    his    own    and    others    but    it’s    unintentional    to    expect    this    out    of    someone    else,    knowing    very    well    that    the    VAST    majority    did    not    come    from    the    same    foundation    as    him.        “    a    triangle    with    two    equal    length        sides    “    this    is    the    response    to    her    unknown    information,    hand    comes    out    and    he    plugs    her    nose    with    the    base    of    his    finger,    it’s    not    the    action    but    rather    the    expression    which    comes    —    blank,    ignoring    the    warmth    that    coats    his    digit    suddenly.    It    wouldn’t    kill    her,    not    the    amount    which    is    coming    but    the    alarm    she    was    displaying    could    be    something    else    —    something    worse.    

                                                “    calm    down…”            It’s    said    very    simply,    keeping    his    finger    where    it    is    but    bringing    his    other    hand    up    to    cup    the    back    of    her    neck.    “    walk    forward    as    i    walk    backward    toward    the    bathroom    and    i’ll    help    you    there.”    

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ and there’s other types. i can’t remember the name. i fucking suck at math, isausage. or something. what is it. please. my final death wish. ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍the playful triangle question quickly switched into a distraction from the blood now, her gaze stuck on akuma’s as his calm & nonchalant approach to this situation both caught her off guard and embarrassed her a little. his finger that sat so casually beneath her nostril was such a mentally funny image to her that a small giggle, not the best action in this situation, resulting in a quick choke that brought her instantly back to reality. his instructions were met with a nod as she began her advance, attempting to both guide him & ignore the hand placed on her neck. she was a little weird with physical contact after all. oh well, it’s for the best.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍thank you. i think i’m starting to smell colours. i can sense the shape, i can smell the triangle. ‍ ‍  ❜‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍she’d calmed a little at least, now it was more just dramatics for effect. leo’s, am i right. 

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                              november 2,  2021  18:07                                                                                   jesse x yon

Jesse vividly remembers the latest conversation he had with Yon and how it relapsed his emotions for her rather quickly. In fact, he hated it. The longing and desire rose and ached in his chest at the mere thought of her and anything that remotely resembled her or reminded him of her. He thought he had gotten over it all, and he had even stopped thinking about her after getting distracted with training and activities related to his future career—however, it all came back when she had released a song that they had worked together on, that he thought she had deleted after their fight.

So, there he was, wandering without any thought on his day off, head cluttered with thoughts and noise. Not too long after, having no control of where his feet took him, he found himself at their usual spot out in the woods. Raising his hand to knock against the tree, they would hang out around. Instead, he let his fist fall back into his pocket to grab after his phone to text her, reading over their latest conversation again with embarrassment over his confession. To be honest, he was supposed to delete the texts, but he couldn’t let himself.

    [ TXT ] I’m at our usual meeting spot, and I would like it if you came

her seemingly dead eyes widen at the notification that hovered above the video she’d been watching. she scans it quickly, not even fully processing that exactly he had said before she’s attempting to swat it out of her vision - rookie error though. her screen switches, a slight mis-hand opening up their conversation and yon’s cheeks immediately brighten to that of a blinding red tone. slowly she begins to scroll up over their previous conversation, just as there was embarrassment on his end, similarly, she was experiencing the same thing. obviously intoxicated as she dished out her emotions at him, something yon isn’t known to do, she failed to comprehend why exactly she’d reached out to him that night. even sober.

“usual spot.” yonnie rolls her eyes at that, feeling a little annoyed as the fact he’s acting so casual about this. why would he want to meet up? she didn’t get it. there was nothing there anymore, yon had said everything she needed to the night previous. so, why? why did she want go so badly. shaking off the feeling, the female found composure through her mental confusion, taking a second to type out her response. 

   [ TXT ] k. wont be long.

wiltedstar​:

Why    the    obsession    with    math,    triangles    and    their    explanations?    it    was    the    dreaded    topic    in    the    earlier    years    of    his    school    but    needed    like    all    the    others,    though    for    Akuma    the    meaning    was    a    little    different,    a    little    less    innocent    than    just    wanting    to    KNOW.        “    Equilateral    triangle    “    He    begins,    careful    in    moving    backward,    sightless    other    than    guidance    and    bathroom    door    is    knocked    open    with    the    heel    of    his    shoe.        “    a    triangle    with    three    sides    that    are    all    of    the    same    length,    it    also    means    that    all    internal    angles    are    also    congruent    to    each    other    and    are    each    60°.”    He’s    had    to    imagine    these    very    triangles    at    times    when    he    was    traveling    at    faster    speeds,    turning    down    tightened    corners    or    disappearing    all    together.    The    connection    wasn’t    simple    but    it    aided    that    when    something    held    a    great    SIMILIARTY,    the    chance    of    surprise    or    wrongful    doing    was    slimmer.         

            “    you’re    a    dramatic    one    you    know.    “    it    was    somewhat    interesting    to    watch,    a    sense    of    PERSONALITY    and    that    was    refreshing    because    where    he    came    from,    it    was    a    lifeless    display    of    responsibility    and    hatred.    It    sickened    him    from    time    to    restless    time        ;    hunger    inside    of    him    for    MORE.        He    takes    the    hand    away    from    her    neck,    reaching    behind    him    to    grab    a    paper    towel,    covered    with    cold    water    and    brings    that,    to    her    nose,    bloody    finger    pulled    away    as    well.        “    and    a    bit    of    a    bloody    mess    but    hold    that,    the    cold    will    help    stop    the    blood    flow    and    than    you    can    wash    your    face.    “    

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍eyes roll in response to being called dramatic. she knows its true. you know its true. everyone does. but she’d never admit that to herself ( she is a leo, after all. ) mike happily takes the towel, feeling a little embarrassed as she takes note of his bloodied finger - why is it always the hot people she’s doing this shit in front of ? with a thumbs up, the females expression switched to something less panicked and a little softer. ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ thank y-you. it’s not something that happens often, i’m not sure how this even- well- yeah. thank you. ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍she takes a second to warm to akuma with a grin, a bloodied grin, but a grin nonetheless. her right hand extends & digits wiggle in the direction of the door behind him, ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to. i’m sure i’ve b-been enough trouble already, what with my panic maths shit. ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ a laugh follows her words ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ but wait- so before you disappear- i just keep squeezing it on here ? & then i should be good to just wash my face- god i am a mess aren’t it ? i just caught sight of my face woah-   ‍ ‍ ❜ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍