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@MATT IN HONOR OF KAYLAS HAMSTER.... we request explain bear to be explain nibbles he’s a very cute hamster and is growing old so it would be super cool and awesome add #explainnibbles to show ur support (btw this is me and kayla’s idea lmfao)

Scripts.com Bee Movie By Jerry Seinfeld

NARRATOR: (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard) According to all known laws of aviation, : there is no way a bee should be able to fly. : Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. : The bee, of course, flies anyway : because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. BARRY BENSON: (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yell… Read more

Hello, my name is Brenda. Imagine for a second that you’re me: An adult orphan kicked out of foster care at the tender age of 18. No family. No money. No love. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the big bad world suddenly at your feet. Forced to grow-up practically overnight or face homelessness and extreme adversity.

Fucked, in every sense of the world.

Then, imagine, you’re somehow able to beat the odds and get… Read more

I said I wasn't gonna come back cuz this site cringe but I popped back in today and I see fucking beef. y'all are cringe as hell and y'all don't see it cuz ur uh different. grow the fuck up and get some real friends.

IN YOUTH'S TENDER BLOOM BY,SHAYLIE HAMILTON

In youth's tender bloom, we start to rise, Through days of innocence, under azure skies. With every step, a world anew we meet, As time unfurls its tapestry complete.

In childhood's grasp, we danced with glee, Through fields of dreams, wild and free. Each moment a treasure, each laughter a song, In the symphony of innocence, we belong.

Yet as seasons change, so too do we… Read more

Bee Movie By Jerry Seinfeld

NARRATOR: (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard) According to all known laws of aviation, : there is no way a bee should be able to fly. : Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. : The bee, of course, flies anyway : because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. BARRY BENSON: (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yellow, black. Y… Read more

(Requested by Anonymous)

Arthur strolled into camp with a mischievous smirk on his face, his clothes nowhere to be found. Dutch raised an eyebrow at him, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing, Arthur?" Dutch demanded.

"Just enjoying a little freedom, Dutch," Arthur replied with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?"

Dutch glared at him, crossing his arms. "Put some damn clo… Read more

Truth: I am the user @Friendly. I was missing your friendliness and all, so I became a Friend myself. It is true that I enjoy photography, and that is a hobby that will never grow old.

-Apple

Yo. Ima repost this so people can see this once more, before it goes under billions of other posts.

everyone's trying to kill themselves. This is not worth it. You see your problems, right? You see them. They're tough! They're hard! This is the path of life! Challenges come and go! This is to make you a stronger person! This is to train you for the path ahead! Don't waste your hard work growing up by slitting your n… Read more

One evening in Beaver Hollow, a most deranged tale unfolded within the notorious Van der Linde gang at the peak of their desperation. The sun had set on another chaotic day, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. Little did anyone know, this evening would be filled with unimaginable horror.

Arthur Morgan, known for his unpredictable nature and mischievous spirit, had been growing tired of Dutch's leadership… Read more

my poem #1..

Resilience Glows:

The seeds of doubt, like shadows, grow, Casting a pallor on the dreams we sow. But in this narrative of not enough, Lie the lessons of resilience and tough. For imperfection is a human song, A melody to which we all belong. In flaws and failures, strength is found, So let not the echoes of doubt prevail, For in your efforts, a story unveils. In every stumble, in every miss, For you are more than the sum of parts, A masterpiece of beating hearts. Embrace the dance of highs and lows In your imperfections, a beauty glows.

everyone's trying to kill themselves. This is not worth it. You see your problems, right? You see them. They're tough! They're hard! This is the path of life! Challenges come and go! This is to make you a stronger person! This is to train you for the path ahead! Don't waste your hard work growing up by slitting your neck or hurling yourself down a cliff! It's not worth it! There are always at least ONE person to help… Read more

A SCARY WJE HORROR STORY ABOUT DAGGER Once upon a time, in the depths of the internet, there was a site called WJE - Worst Jokes Ever. It was a place where the darkest and most twisted humor lived, a haven for those who found twisted delight in sharing their morbid sense of amusement. One year prior, a man named Dagger (after his love for the ornate weapons) stumbled upon this sinister community, unbeknownst to him t… Read more

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A SCARY WJE HORROR STORY ABOUT DAGGER Once upon a time, in the depths of the internet, there was a site called WJE - Worst Jokes Ever. It was a place where the darkest and most twisted humor lived, a haven for those who found twisted delight in sharing their morbid sense of amusement. One year prior, a man named Dagger (after his love for the ornate weapons) stumbled upon this sinister community, unbeknownst to him t… Read more

Im going to explain how it feels to be strangled to death First, you feel the pressure in your throat your eyes water and you start to taste something very very sour in your mouth then it's like someone lights a match right in the middle of your chest and that fire grows it fills your lungs, mussels, and your throat and all the way behind your eyes and finally that fire turns to ice like pins and needles of ice are sticking into your fingers, feet, arms, you see stars than darkness and the last thing you feel is cold

whether you like it or not, ai art is art. It is not stolen, it studies art, and gets inspired. Grow up