Would Die For A Fresh Hot Corn On The Cob Rn

I know who could save him

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RIP Natsuki Subaru, you would've loved five nights at freddy's

when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck

I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off

anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received

“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”

14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking

people on here will be blorboposting about their averagely named blorbos with their first names only. "john is sooo wet cat coded especially when he made that lady shoot herself" john who exactly. john as in the republican kid who goes to my school and swears he isn't gay but likes mens thirst traps on instagram ? we must elaborate on the johns.

I can't I love him so much

hey what’s up guys i’m still trapped in this abandoned grain silo

A mother's warm gaze.