"Oh Showers In The Dark Are So Sensory/I Don't Hav To Look At My Body" DO YOU NOT GET SCARED A DEMON

Your prettyx100

people should tell me I'm pretty at least 100 times a day I think

He really was, I brought this up a few days ago with my friends

Larry the waiter did not deserve to be boiled in curry, he was best boy.

That is all

The world is quiet here

I am!

you're so cute and pretty! go get yourself a little treat

which project

hey can you do me a favor and start that project that you wanted to work on please I am begging you to do the first step

literally only the first step

you only have to do the first step

PLEASE PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU SO MUCH

like if it's an art project open your art software or gather materials

If it requires reaching out to someone just send that email or whatever

If it's writing please make an outline

etc etc you know what the project is please start it please PLEASE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLEASE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I REQUEST MORE

Untie My Silence Knot - Chapter 7 - Lemony, you're so unresponsive.

Getting out of the mountains and back into The City was more difficult than I thought. I realized that I am really going to need money, especially since I had just left behind the last valuable object I owned. The only clue I had was what Lemony Snicket had said before leaving the mountain region: "I'm in the mood for a root beer float."

I researched where to find the best root beer float in the city and ended up at a very small cafe. The only thing I could do was to offer my services in exchange for any information. I had already collected a lot of information about Lemony Snicket.

I had obtained a copy of each of the books he had published, from T.B.B., his first, to T.C.C., his last. (I acquired the idiosyncrasy of referring to each of the books using only their initials). Lemony Snicket still seemed to have a deep knowledge of what happened to my foster parents, but I refuse to believe that they helped Count Olaf set fire to that park. My parents would never have done that. Just as they would never have stolen the librarian's keys. I vaguely remember some of the things they said, and they definitely did nothing morally wrong even when going through difficult situations, and they definitely didn't set anything on fire, because they are noble people.

But Lemony Snicket had never answered any of my letters. I also didn't know how he could have, considering I currently don't have a permanent residence. I went to the barista and ordered a root beer float, and promised that I could pay him through my services. He asked me something about me being nice to my mom. I was honest with him. I didn't know my birth mother, and my foster parents were missing, and I was looking for them. He must have felt sorry for me, because he offered me a job and a place to stay with his sister, Lisa. I started working at Cafe, from Monday to Friday. I saved some money. Lisa was an excellent roommate and we became very friendly.

A couple of months later, one night, I saw customers in strange clothes arriving at the cafe. One dressed as a bank clerk, the other as a duchess (but evidently someone in disguise). Another appeared to be someone involved in the publishing industry. One of the men pulled out an envelope with an eye symbol. I remembered Mr. Snicket's stories, as well as the written instructions left by Klaus. He wrote: "whenever you see an eye symbol associated with a group of suspicious people, or drawn on someone's ankle, move away." Well, this was no time to be obedient. So I infiltrated the group pretending to be a disguised waitress.

When the Duchess asked me my name, I replied "Beatrice Baudelaire". They were surprised, but accepted me immediately, as if my name was some kind of code. The banker started telling a long story that I don't remember until he picked up a book called The Pony Party. Each of us received a copy, and the meeting ended quickly. When I arrived at Lisa's house, I started reading the book. I was greatly surprised by the content. This was a collection of documents related to VFD and Lemony Snicket. Now my knowledge of the secret organization my parents were a part of (I think) had unraveled for me.

But I read something in Chapter 9 that left me very confused. The next day, when I arrived at the cafe, I asked the barista, 'Two months ago, on the day I arrived here, why did you ask me about my mother if you’re not a librarian?' To my surprise, the barista bent down and took an envelope. He said, 'Before my father died, he told me that someday someone would come and say something like this after asking for a root beer float.' He asked me to give that envelope to that person." I was very surprised. I went to the bathroom and soon realized that it was a letter from Lemony Snicket to Beatrice Baudelaire. But the letter's content surprised me even more. And then I realized that I had found a way to communicate with Lemony Snicket and get him to answer my letters.

... Fish... Double check that...

had a nightmare last night where I made a typo on a tumblr post

where tf do you live

you're cute and it's tuesday

Can I get a good boy? I enjoy being told I'm not fucking anything up

WAIT are you also i-am-a-fish?

I run about 20% of the blogs on this site

That's me everyday dude get on my level

this sucks so bad i need to (remembers suicide jokes only make my mental health worse) join a secret society revolving around elaborate eye motifs, literature and also fire-fighting

Gormit should've made you leave the key

at first gromit afraid

gromit petrified