If you didn’t think about this than you’re a liar.
thats it, thats the show
I AM NOT A ROBOT,
I WISH I WAS A ROBOT SO DAMN HARD BECAUSE THEN I COULD JUST AUTO UPDATE ONCE A MONTH AND BOOM - INTA-SMART!
I love how girls are so chill like yea touch my boobs wanna snuggle heck yes but two guys will bump into eachother and be like woA NO HOMO MAN.
The next few days are going to be insanely busy but then I plan on actually posting here and posting my art properly urg so when I have time I will actually be here!
If you don’t reblog these in a pair I hate you
I actually had to do it twice, because I accidentally reblogged Malfoy first, and that’s almost as bad as not reblogging both of them.
Wow so i’ve been missing. Things are getting a little busy here but i’ll try and keep updated, even if it’s just horrible quality photos of WIPs!
Since I haven’t updated in a while have a terrible quality photo of my Modern Romeo and Juliet idea.
This is for sixpencee ( I wish it was more scientifically based but right now it’s just creepy for me at least.)
So I moved houses when I was relatively small and have been in the “new house” for the past 13 years. My bed is in a corner of my room where the ceiling slants down and touches the foot of my bed (rather that then have it my by my head).
I wouldn’t be surprised if my house was haunted because I’ve seen books fly across my room or open up to a certain page for no reason at all. I’ve also heard voices and seen/talked to people who were there one minute but as soon as I turned away for a second they were gone (I am sure there’s some scientific explanation for that, I hope) lot of weird stuff seems to happen to my family in general but that is for another time.
Now every night for as long as I’ve been in this room I heard scratchings and such in the roof above my bed. I never thought much of it, I believed it was just rats or squirrels or something like that. But when I asked my dad about it he told me it wasn’t possible because he’d had it fumigated a few times and there was no way there was a nest above my bed. I didn’t really believe him but I didn’t argue.
But recently the noises were getting worse and louder and often I hear what sounds like a child whimpering, sometimes I thought i even heard my name being whispered. One night I was struggling to get to sleep and suddenly I felt a tremendous weight on my back (I sleep on my stomach) and I couldn’t move, like I was pinned down and right in my ear I hear “tell me a bedtime story please” In a voice that I swear I will remember till the day I die. I couldn’t scream or move. I could barely breath and then suddenly it was gone but there was a very loud and frantic scratching right above my bed from the roof.
I tried not to panic but I repeatedly kicked the roof to make the scratching stop or hopefully frighten whatever it was away but while I had my foot against the slanted roof I felt like something scratched or cut me. The next morning I checked and I had what looked like little claw marks on the insole of my foot. I now sleep with a knife on my bedside table.