Hello again, pal! you're my friend now btw
wait I am- ok yayyyy!
DO I SHOOT SCISSORS??? WHATS MY SUPERPOWER-
I'm sorry but what are you saying?
reblog this post ONLY if you're older than it, people born after july 27 2024 DNI
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Naner video
YAYYYYY
I love this website now
I meant Employee, silly!
What did you think I was talking about? Surely a crayon isn't something to express so much guilt about.
Unless you're thinking of something far, far worse. Something from which you could never clean the stains on your skin off.
Marks that will never be cleansed from you, signaling to all that you're nothing but a filthy sinner. Evil and impure..
>"I-I know, I know..!" [You cover your ears like a coward, not wanting to hear them]
[You know they're right, and it hurts. You wanna be pure, you truly want to.. But you know sinners don't get second chances.]
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I really think that we need to be at peace with the idea of people posting online for attention. Literally every free piece of media from shitposts to art is being made for the very human need for attention and that's healthy and okay. It's not harmful behaviour to make funnyman shitposts for attention. I love my useless internet clout points actually
me rn
(HIII KIRBY) I love that drawing he's so cute
Oooooo cool
I may have overestimated the size of these when I ordered them. Whoops.
Reset number - ???
A reset had passed since they had done the skip button. The narrator was back to his normal self and in a fairly chipper mood. Stanley wasn't. He hated how happy Narrator was now, ot because he wanted him to be sad or anything, but he could tell Narrator was hurting, even if he didn't know why. Stanley stayed close for the next resets. Just holding his hand.