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I think that most people don’t know that those cool pictures of outer space, that everyone thinks is hipster and reblogs all the time, are actually colored in. That’s right if you were looking at them face to face you would see something far different or nothing at all because they were colored in using radiation our eyes can’t detect.
if your favorite time in english was when they went over edgar allen poe then you’re doing the right thing by following my blog
I’m so glad you do 🙂
by far one of my most favorite message in the entire fucking world.
I’m keeping this forever.
you honestly made my day :*
I was going crazy looking for this story and I finally found it. It’s pretty short and it will FREAK you out. ONE of the best stories I’ve read in a long time.
yes
So usually before I go to sleep I like to stretch out my spine
yesterday I was finishing up hw at 3 AM in the living room. My brother came downstairs for water while I was doing this
But what he saw was this

All the neighbors woke up
Did you know that you actually can never forget a face? Every single face you’ve ever seen during your life gets stored into your memories, and gets used up later. For example, in dreams your brain can’t just make up a face. Every single face you’ve seen in your dream, you’ve seen somewhere once in your life.
And those strange nightmares you’ve had of those terrible demon like creatures ?
You’ve seen them around too, you just cant remember. You don’t want to remember.
So this game was recommended by one of my fellow tumblr users. He seemed pretty freaked out by it and said he wouldn’t try it again.
Are you daring enough ?
Everyone who does actually play, submit to me what happened when you did.
This is the game:
My mommy told me never to open the basement door but I wanted to see what was making that noise down there, it kind of sounded like a puppy and I’ve always wanted a puppy so I opened the basement door and just tiptoed down a little bit, I just wanted a peek at the puppy is all.
I didn’t see a puppy and then Mommy came and yanked me back upstairs and yelled at me to never go down there again, never never never. Mommy had never yelled at me before so I was scared and I cried and she said honey I’m sorry and gave me a cookie.
It was chocolate-chip which is my favorite, and I felt better so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making that sad puppy noise or why he had no hands or feet.
I keep seeing faces out my window. I don’t understand. Sometimes I can’t make out there faces. But they seem like young, crazy shadows. Sometimes they taunt me “I have your baby”. Sometimes they scream out my name.
I don’t understand why. What did I do wrong ?
It makes me angry and one of these days I’m going to lash out. There I see one again. She’s holding a candle and she’s whispering my name. Say it bitch. Say “bloody mary” one more time.
When I was a child, sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and find my mother sitting on the edge of my bed. I would begin to say something, but she would put her finger to her lips to shush me.
“Look at all these presents Santa left last night,” the little girl cried in excitement. “I hope I can work for him one day.”
“Where’s your brother?”, her mom asks. “He needs to open his presents too.”
“He went with Santa last night,” the daughter answered. “Santa said he only needs little boys.
awww :’)
I never knew I had this effect on people. Thank you so much <3
by reddit user zenryhao
Timmy tried his hardest to blow out the fifteen flickering candles. He huffed and puffed…but to no avail. He glanced at his mother who had spent hours slaving away to bake the beautiful cake, and her expression made him feel unbearably guilty.
“Mom, can you watch for bugs while I pee?“ The little boy asked.
“Sure hun.” His mom said.
They were hiking on top of a mountain. The mom was depressed, although she did not understand why. The little boy stood near the edge of the cliff. He started peeing.
The mom was suddenly gripped by a cold vision of terror ahead of them: a single mom, alone, with no good prospects. So depressed. Hopeless.
The boy. His back towards her. So small. So innocent. So helpless. He zipped up his zipper and glanced upwards to see his mom’s face above him. A sad look on her face.
“I’m sorry and I love you.“ She pushes him off the cliff.
Ten years pass. The mom is now married. Well to do. She looks on from the balcony, out into the prosperous suburb she now lives in. Her new son, young and small, calls out from behind her.
“Hey mom, what you doing?” The kid says, in that tiny, sing-song voice.
“Nothing…” She says. She looks out. It’s so beautiful. She sees her son. She feels her heart break a little. He looks so… fragile. A memory resurfaces, of another son so long ago, but she pushes it away. That was then. This was now. Now she is happy. There’s always hope for new beginnings.
“Would you like to sit here?“ She asks, patting at the balcony, smiling. What a beautiful boy she has.
The kid just looks at her and smiles, the sadness noticeable.
“No mom.”
“Come on, you’ll see into your friend’s houses.“
“No mom.”
“Are you sure? It’s fun.“
“No mom. I’m afraid you’ll push me off again.