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sixpenceee:

COVETOUS is a game submitted to me tumblr user reine-ubu.

You can submit things to me (sixpenceee) too :)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: flashing for those with epilepsy

A simple flash game based on the medical condition fetus is fetu (where a mass of tissue resembling a fetus forms inside another body like the cases where a normal fetus is being developed inside it’s own twin.)

The goal of the game is relatively straightforward; you start out as a little red dot, and progress by consuming the green dots within the body. The more you consume, the larger you become.

The larger you become, the stronger you grow.

Unsettling and poetic, this game makes use of hellish music and bright, surreal visuals.

While it does not make use of jump scares, it can be considered a tad jarring.

You can play it here

I thoroughly enjoyed playing this game

So this sounds exactly like the story I came up with a few weeks back……too eerie…. Story can be found here http://youtu.be/syQvNjPGXUk

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partybarackisinthehousetonight:

dear board of education, 
i am too

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swandiive:

thegoatboat:

nevertrustthepenguin:

4fagsunderthestars:

4fagsunderthestars:

hey there delilah whats it like up in rack city?

i see 10s of 10s of 20s laying down upon your titties

yes i do

no one can twerk dat ass like you

i swear its true

if you keep reblogging this I will eat your parents

Challenge accepted

You don’t have the stomach

oh my god what is going on

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I find it kinda funny that despite how much time I spent in church out of my own willingness, listening to the Gospels and their interpretation; despite recognizing the value of religion (both my specific one and in general) the only thing I didn’t really care for is what people made a big deal about, saving your soul to go to heaven. Like, I just wouldn’t care about the after life, I just recognized that this was an appropriate way to be as a person. Why didn’t I realize then how soulless I am? That I was simply learning how to act and doing so because it made logical sense, not because there was something in me that said yea, that’s what you do. Idk if I can say that I don’t have a soul but this emptiness I feel and have felt for as long as I can remember….. Living without a soul would explain it pretty well.

robbydude:

FUCK YOU OMG

(Source: dj-fuck, via girartist)

"You deserve happiness. So I left."

- Six Word Story #30  (via duskydays)

(Source: elzaro, via anniemadeofclay)

lalaalexa:

philisntonfire:

I am confused and also scared

baby steps

broken-gaydar:

starrygraveyard:

andr3wdost:

nathanieljosephruess:

herfunnyvideos:

lockedinabirdcage:

GUYS I JUST REALIZED WHY PAPER BEATS ROCK OH MY GOD

PAPER SYMBOLIZES WORDS WHICH SYMBOLIZES BRAINS

AND ROCK SYMBOLIZES BRAWN.

BRAINS OVER BRAWN.

MIND OVER MATTER.

PAPER OVER ROCK.

You clever little shit.

then what the fuck does scissors mean

lesbians

what

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breakinq:

following back heaps♡

vivalanorge:

England: colour
America: color
England: humour
America: humor
England: flavour
America: flavor
England: what are you doing
America: getting rid of u lmao

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su-ic-id-al:

I wish there was a way to kill yourself and see how everyone who you knew reacts, and then depending on that choose whether to stay dead or not. If that were the case I’d kill myself right this second. 

(Source: healingx, via clothesisfortheweak)

juli-the-human:

shubbabang:

you know that thing where you scrunch up your arms and it looks like you have only hands well this one time when i was little i kept it up for 3 days no matter where i was

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one time i also pissed off my entire family for 3 days

the last picture i cANT BREATHE

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"If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul;
you haven’t experienced poetry."

- Edgar Allan Poe  (via dd3sire)

This explains why I don’t understand poetry

(Source: letteratura-litterature, via clothesisfortheweak)