Ily tho and you aren't dumb

When I was a young child, I would often stay at my grandparents house. My Dad was very close with his parents, and wanted to spend as much time with them as possible in their twilight years; so, rather than putting them in a home, we moved a few blocks away from them. Looking back, they weren't really fit to be living on their own safely. But it was a different time, I guess.

I would spend varying amounts of time at Grandma and Grandad's house; my evenings, my Saturday mornings; sometimes I would even stay for days at a time if my parents were on holiday.

I enjoyed my time there; my grandparents weren't strict, and they let me eat sweets and watch cartoons. Honestly, they weren't really in much of a state to stop me doing anything anyway.

Grandad was the sharper of the two, still functioning pretty well, and made the decisions for their household. He was a big man, even in old age; tall, with a broad chest and wide shoulders. He would have me listening in awe when he spoke about his time in the army. But every so often the cracks would show; I would see him stare at me with an unrecognising gaze, or catch him locking and unlocking the windows, over and over again.

Grandma was small and frail, and never really moved. She would sit all day in her old rocking chair, back and forth, back and forth, creaking. She was always very kind to me, giving me candies and caramels, but she could also make me very uncomfortable. She wasn't all there; she would regularly carry a conversation with herself, or mumble incoherent phrases. Sometimes, she had violent fits of erratic behaviour; she would grab my wrist freakishly tightly and laugh until she began to cough.

I always had the vague, undeveloped notion that Grandad was a little afraid of his wife. When she was asleep, he would always make sure I did not wake her up; not just out of consideration, but something deeper. I saw him, once, when he thought I was dozing on the couch, staring at the back of Grandma's head. I recognized the same look that I had given to the dead, rotting fox at the back of the garden.

The evening that it happened, I must have been about 9. I had been dropped off by my Mom to spend the night with my grandparents. Their house was big; not wide, but tall, like the architect had just kept piling rooms on top of each other in a ramshackle stack. The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac; it was a five minute walk away from the other houses on the street, through a small patch of woodland. I us

hwats happening

Posted this one a few years ago, interested in what new tales ill get.

I WANT THAT SHIT TOO

i recently came back to reddit and i can't find him does anybody know anything

their last two posts were something about upsetting everyone, and then one that just said goodbye, and they havent responded, and im kinda worried..

that was 3 hours ago :/

hopefully they are just asleep or busy or smth.....

Jk jk I don't write fanfictions

Unless 😳

😱

Wow

even though it only went on for a quarter of the time they won

I'm disgusted

How can I simp for her 🙃

it’s a few down ( third I think?)

This happened three nights ago but I'm still gobsmacked by this guy's logical contortions...

We matched on an "alternative" dating site and after some back-and-forth, he asked if we could do a phone call to make sure I wasn't a Soviet sex bot or Jerome, 53-year old mechanic from Omaha by day, overeager nymphette with Daddy issues named Sandii by night. I agree, and we have an interesting chat about relationship dynamics, succinct and exacting communication, and the pitfalls of online dating.

He admitted he was still in the "dipping toes" stage of nontraditional relationships/sexuality, but through the course of our phone call, I realized that also meant he was still carrying some rigid and reductive chips on his proverbial shoulder. I lost track of how many times I suggested he replace "women" with "people" in his sweepingly generalized laments. People can be demanding. People expect their partner to be XYZ. People sometimes lie about what they want and then expect you to change.

I got tired of this and took the coward's way out, telling him my mother was calling and that I had to go.

I got a text 4 hours later saying "I'm confused... Are you coming over?"

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I don't know why I responded, but I did. "Why the fuck did you think I was coming over?" (Yes I was drunk, yes that was harsh, no I don't feel bad about it)

"So you're not coming over?"

MY DUDE, Not once in our entire exchange did we even HINT at getting together in person, I told you I was going out for drinks with my friend... And you never gave me an address, nor did we talk about when you could expect me, SO WHERE AND WHEN AND HOW AND WHY WOULD I BE COMING OVER??

Like, no one can be this stupid... Did he just assume existing earned him admission into the party in my pants??

Gaaawwwwwedddddd

Oh no

The ancient tales of a time before 6969 members and the introduction of my final form into normal life (midnight slake) could be true.

Run while you still can

Run while the oceans are still blue

Run while the sun still dawns

Run while hope is not lost

For midnight slake is here

I am here.

For the prophecy was right.

smh new people

Words you might not have heard of -

• mythopoeic: Giving rise to myths; pertaining to the creation of myth.
• natatorium: A swimming pool, especially an indoor one.
• slake: To satisfy (a craving); quench: slaked her thirst.
• anodyne: inoffensive.
• fussbudget: A fussy or needlessly fault-finding person.

These words are taken from vocabulary app - Vocab Assistant