[QUOTE=Hanso;46994167]When I am at work, I try my hardest to hold back a sneeze. I hate talking to people here and I don't want to say thank you if someone blesses me.[/QUOTE]
Please don't hold it, I was so scared when I was told that holding a sneeze may kill you.
[url]http://www.livescience.com/32776-is-it-safe-to-hold-in-a-sneeze.html[/url]
I thought I have a lot of friends in my first year of high school, then I found out that they're all selfish assholes.
We did a report for a class one time and I did most of the job, they only showed up in the videos we filmed for the report, and I edited it for weeks. Then they thought the video was embarrassing and forced me to delete it.
Fucking little cunts, I hope they die.
[URL="http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1447804&p=46994179#post46994179"]i fucking hate rust so much[/URL]
I met a kitten that was rolled on by a car (presumably). It was in a dry drain. Looking at it, almost half of it body got squashed, but still alive an meowing.
I thought the kitten will die soon, so I gave it a fish, and that kitten ate it. then I left it to die there.
But the next day, it still didn't die, and it look like its in an agonizing pain, with its front legs flailing around.
Then I remembered that I gave it a fish, and considering half of its body was squashed, maybe it can't poop out the fish, and it causes the pain.
So I brought the cat to a veterinarian to end its suffering. The veterinarian thought it was caused by a stroke or something, but I still think its because of that fish.
I regret giving the kitten that fish. If I wouldn't, it might have died peacefully.
So now I barely helped people. Might be better to left them alone.
[QUOTE=hakimhakim;46994449]I met a kitten that was rolled on by a car (presumably). It was in a dry drain. Looking at it, almost half of it body got squashed, but still alive an meowing.
I thought the kitten will die soon, so I gave it a fish, and that kitten ate it. then I left it to die there.
But the next day, it still didn't die, and it look like its in an agonizing pain, with its front legs flailing around.
Then I remembered that I gave it a fish, and considering half of its body was squashed, maybe it can't poop out the fish, and it causes the pain.
So I brought the cat to a veterinarian to end its suffering. The veterinarian thought it was caused by a stroke or something, but I still think its because of that fish.
I regret giving the kitten that fish. If I wouldn't, it might have died peacefully.
So now I barely helped people. Might be better to left them alone.[/QUOTE]
Fuck, dude
why did you leave it there in the first place
[QUOTE=Siemz;46994463]Fuck, dude
why did you leave it there in the first place[/QUOTE]
To die. The digestive system probably crushed already,
I [del]sometimes[/del] often save people's avatars on Facepunch if I like them. For some reason this is considered taboo to some people.
Currently I'm kicking myself for not saving the avatar I really liked. Someone had an animated avatar of various Zeon mobile suits.
[QUOTE=Muntu;46994281]i've got a related confession.. i once measured my penis with a ruler and it said my dick was around 11cm long and i was kind of embarrassed and bummed out since all my friends had said theirs were at least 12cm
but then i rememberd the ruler had centimeters on one side and inches on the other! haha oh boy it was a pretty funny mistake, my penis is actually 11 [I]inches [/I]long. heh but i mean it's pretty average, right? girls have told me it kind of feels like giving a birth and then sucking the baby back in constantly when i [sp]have sex[/sp] with them but i dunno...[/QUOTE]
Because the girls you had sex with all gave birth and know what it feels like...
Not that it's any of my interest but I guess the same goes for this as for "I am handsome", pics or it didn't happen :v:
When I was 16, I decided to kill myself over the fact that a girl I had a crush on wanted to be just friends. I ate nothing for two days, then, during a break at school, decided to kill myself. I wrote a farewell letter, threw it into a friend's mailbox and walked to the tracks. Stood there for a while, then decided that it was really stupid. Went to a phone booth, called the friend's house, and her mother picked up the phone. I told her I had done something stupid and asked her to please, please make the letter in their mailbox disappear forever as soon as possible.
As I was talking to her, the train I had wanted to jump in front of whooshed past outside. I thought "Wow, I would be dead now. Kind of a dumb reaction to being sad, taking away all chances of ever being happy again." That felt weird, and I guess it was the beginning of my growing up.
Two years later, I was still in my very early stages of growing up. I was 18. When I was 18, I was really about 13. Anyway. I sat down in a playground with two friends at night and got hideously drunk. My friends got into an animated conversation about something I had nothing to contribute to. I was so insecure at that time, that I felt entirely worthless, so I decided to create a scene. I went to the other side of the street, climbed over a fence into the train yard and started climbing up some sort of tower - don't remember if it was for communication or electricity or lights or what. My friends spotted me, much shouting ensued, and one of the neighbors called the cops. They must have reported it as an attempted suicide, because my friends could just about prevent the police from taking me to the psychiatric ward for the night.
I'd fuck all of my friends, but I suppose that kinda botches relationships
[img]http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42860000/jpg/_42860297_coffin203.jpg[/img]
I sleep like this, with my hands over my heart
[QUOTE=Akuma_lektro;46995823][img]http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42860000/jpg/_42860297_coffin203.jpg[/img]
I sleep like this, with my hands over my heart[/QUOTE]
Does it let you rest in peace?
Sometimes when i'm alone i mumble the lyrics of a song pretending i know them.
I'm afraid of living my life and then dying without making a mark in history.
I take selfies frequently
i'm the admin of the five nights at freddys booru
it haunts me but i needed to get it off my chest
When I was 9 I was beaten up by all my best friends at once, for something I didn't do. They invited me out, something they would seldom do, brought me to a nearby field and beat me up like that. Since then, trust issues have undermined my life to the point that it is extremely hard for me to mantain social relationships. I keep agreeing to go out when invited and then I ditch everyone because I start feeling stressed and uneasy as the time to go out approaches, and I can't help it.
To this day I have no friends, keep shooting down every social occasion I am invited to, and if it wasn't for my SO I'd be the saddest loner on earth.
I've never told this to anyone, people just think I'm too full of myself to spare time with them.
I am extremely self conscious about my height which is 170 cm
[editline]23rd January 2015[/editline]
I mean my dick is fucking huge, why isn't there technology that makes it possible to transfer like 5 cm
I have an existential crisis every night before I go to bed.
[QUOTE=Neoswords123;46992631]I still can't tie my shoes.[/QUOTE]
One of my grade school teachers taught me how to tie my shoes in front of the whole class, who all knew how to do it.
I actually like Nickelback
[QUOTE=Mr. Zombie;46997780]I actually like Nickelback[/QUOTE]
My mother raised me on Kerrang, her fave bands being Nickelback and Linkin Park, so I like their stuff. The lyrics are shit though.
[QUOTE=Akuma_lektro;46995823][img]http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42860000/jpg/_42860297_coffin203.jpg[/img]
I sleep like this, with my hands over my heart[/QUOTE]
Interesting note: Some doctors will actually recommend doing this if you have breathing problems while sleeping on your back, because not only does it gives structure to your sides, but because of our psychological beliefs regarding this stance, it's seen as relaxing within our self conscious.
I find the world so utterly, I don't know a good word to use, unsatisfactory? That I think even if my life weren't as shitty as it is I would consider suicide just because I really don't want to take part in it. Ugh, I don't know.
I sleep "hugging" one of my pillows. This started when I was about 17. See, I have this stuffed animal, and about that time is when I stopped sleeping hugging him. A St Bernard. It wasn't because I grew out of it, but because he wasn't aging that well. The hole in his neck was getting bigger. I didn't want to lose him so I put him next to me on a little stand and started using the pillow as a replacement. I still regret doing this, but I rather keep him around then end up losing him.
[QUOTE=Vipes;46998301]I sleep "hugging" one of my pillows.[/QUOTE]
I do this too.
[QUOTE=Vipes;46998301]I sleep "hugging" one of my pillows. This started when I was about 17. See, I have this stuffed animal, and about that time is when I stopped sleeping hugging him. A St Bernard. It wasn't because I grew out of it, but because he wasn't aging that well. The hole in his neck was getting bigger. I didn't want to lose him so I put him next to me on a little stand and started using the pillow as a replacement. I still regret doing this, but I rather keep him around then end up losing him.[/QUOTE]
I am nearing 18, am a guy, and have about 10 stuffed animals in my room, including a red panda, a big dog, and a teddy bear in a lobster suit. Its nothing unusual.
I mean I dont hold them while sleeping, but I keep them in my room and I dont like other people abusing them.
[QUOTE]I do this too.[/QUOTE]
Im glad im not the only one then, quite a few people here said they hug their pillows when sleeping.
[QUOTE=da space core;46998429]I am nearing 18, am a guy, and have about 10 stuffed animals in my room, including a red panda, a big dog, and a teddy bear in a lobster suit. Its nothing unusual.
I mean I dont hold them while sleeping, but I keep them in my room and I dont like other people abusing them.[/QUOTE]
I have a lot of plushies. About every other year I get at least one more. Glad to know I'm not the only one like this, because I was lead to believe this was wrong. Well, except for my dad being the only one saying it's ok. Apparently he worked with someone in his 30s who keeps plushes around and sometimes sleeps with them.
Hell, even I've got a stuffed unicorn I sleep with. Not only is it more comfortable for my arms, it makes sleeping easier. Now I'd wish people didn't give you hell for stuffed animals, I mean it's not affecting their life and their personal time.
I really, really enjoy dancing. Although I'm no good at any 'real' dances (can't even salsa) I love getting my boogie on. I'm dancing on my own, I make the moves up as I go; as it were. I even performed a version of [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg"]"Evolution of Dance"[/URL] in high school (and have been looking for excuses to revive it ever since).
The thing is, I don't dance very often. Generally there are only two or three dances a year that I get myself to - and two of those are put on by the same friend of mine. My current circle of friends don't enjoy dancing all that much.
A lot of my friends say I don't know how to dance, to which I often respond with some variation of "I don't either". It doesn't matter how [I]good[/I] of a dancer you are, just that you're enjoying yourself. From time to time I entertain the idea of making a simple video, something like "How To Dance, As Taught By Someone Who Doesn't Know How To Dance" that walks through the simplest steps.
I didn't learn how to tell Analog time until last year. It's actually fucked 'cause I was just walking home with a mate and he explained it so fucking easily.
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