Justateenworkinglifeout - Just A Teen Trying To Figure Out Life

Love how they're trying to get rid of OSHA right while my US History class is learning about dangerous factory conditions from the Industrial Revolution. We hear about how a young girl fell into a machine and was horrifically dismembered, meanwhile there's conversations going on in DC about getting rid of the act that was made to try and prevent that from happening... I think these politicians need to take a 9th/10th grade US History class because clearly they know nothing about what things were like before all these measures they are trying to get rid of.

What I would give for a good cuddle with the homies right now. Sadly, I have not the time nor the social ability to figure out a cuddle session of some sort. Always feels too weird to just be like; yo, wanna have some platonic cuddle time? Anyways, I am definitely very touch starved atm.

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

it’s so funny when people are like “being nice is free” and “kindness costs nothing” and then they are the worst fucking person you have ever met