One Thing The FNAF Movie Did Really Well Was The Portrayal Of The Animatronics As CHILDREN! Because Thats
One thing the FNAF movie did really well was the portrayal of the animatronics as CHILDREN! Because that’s what they are! They’re little kids and they just want to have fun! It might’ve been a bit cheesy but it was soooo sweet <3
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vent poem #777
i kiss your doorstep and scratch and claw
i catch a glimpse of you glimpsing in the mirror
vampire, you don’t see the part of you most vital
your beauty
my face is wet and sinks down into the doormat
cursing the barrier, the door, always the door
i tear at my flesh and heart and soul
digging because if i could just get
below the rot
below the rot
maybe i could let myself in
how can i love you when i myself am fucked
i don’t deserve the parts you hate
i’m trying to train myself into being right
i could never ask you to help pavlov me
you say you trust me but i am the wolf
i have cast myself down to hell
where i was born to claw and gnash my teeth
bleeding out and tired at your doorstep
i could never be holy enough to enter
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I went as Beetlejuice this year, so I HAD to draw him!
If you don't support Palestine get off my blog.
It’s really odd to be in a place of solely leftist discourse and then transition to a place of solely right wing discourse (unwillingly of course) and feel like everyone is now against you. It is so isolating to be in someone else’s echo chamber.

when she crawls and chokes and blinds and falls and twists and leaves and hides and silences and burns and hunts and rips and bleeds and dies