Take a gander at this team photo https://mobile.twitter.com/stevenschirripa/status/1002026082466455552
I legit stared at this for a solid 15 minutes last night. Granted, I was high as a Georgia pine at the time.
Image: Awooga wolf
Top text: Me when cute boy
Bottom text: Awooga Awooga
Dark, isn’t it?
I get the visual all the time where i’ll close my eyes but nothing at all will go black… whatever i was looking at just stays and most of the time it will change in strange ways. (like my bedroom will turn into a school hallway), then i open my eyes again and it’s back to my bedroom. i fucking love this shit, jw if anyone else gets this
Anyone else experience this. It's truly the most unique thing about dph.
I have never found another person who can do this.
Is what my toddler says out of the blue at nap time the afternoon. Me and hubs don’t talk to him like that.
Oh? Who said that, buddy?
“Miss —-“.
Fuck this daycare.
The fact that your eyes remain open just makes death seem all the more disturbing.
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Also by the time I post part 2 I should have, uh... a title... ;) Thanks for reading!
I sat in the lobby of the J. Edgar Hoover Building, awkward as hell and waiting out the clock. I couldn't shake the feeling that the receptionist kept glancing at me, as if she had to keep reminding herself why I was here.
Like usual, I was Izzy's entourage somewhere. I had gotten used to living in the comfortable shade of her reputation. Ever since we first met as schoolchildren, Izzy had been the gifted one. The one who was going to do something with her life. She could glance into my mind and read my every worry as clear as a page in a book. Most people were born with an ordinary magic: an affinity for finding things, random and usually unhelpful blips of predestination if you were lucky.
But someone like Izzy... she was special. Telepathy was a rare enough gift, much less one as powerful as her. Most people who could peer into minds looked as if through a thick pane of fogged glass. But Izzy could peer into your mind and find anything she wanted.
That's why it came as little surprise to me the day she informed me that she was going to apply for government work. We both knew she was destined to do something that mattered. I was surprised the morning of her followup interview, when she asked me to go to the heart of downtown Washington D.C. with her.
Before I could even open my mouth and ask her why, Izzy smiled sideways at me and said, like she always did, "Because you're my good luck charm."
But I didn't feel very lucky. I sat in that grand lobby, with its high marble ceilings, feeling smaller and more powerless than I ever had before.
The receptionist just kept staring and staring. I did my best to watch at the floor and try to blend into the wall. Maybe she was a telepath like Izzy. Maybe she could tell at a glance that I could never belong in a place like this. They weeded out the empties like me on the first round of interviews. Unsuitable. Not worth the resources.
The receptionist's eyes never left me as she plucked the phone off her desk and started furtively dialing. S
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Dark, wasn’t it?
