Has anyone else got a second degree burn from a rock?

https://m.youtube.com/shorts/KectXopxReI
The best idea

Bro is it js me or do grandparents have the nicer houses than your parents usually do

Introduced my friend to bkdk and she's invested in the ship and loves it

My friend is making a dark fantasy it is a straight one unfortunately but she wanted some drawings of the characters here are the descriptions in my words oh and it is a slow burn

Asher/mix/ brown n curly average boy hair/ blue eyes n freckles/ 15yrs old/ wolf/6'4

sidney/5'1/14yrsold/merfairy/ice blue eyes/long blonde hair blonde waist mostly in bun tho

daisy/ginger/10yrs old not supposed to really be in this/ fairy leaf like tiny wings change with seasons/ green eyes with blue ring near middle/freckles/ 4'11/malnurished/ real skinny like those stick boys in your c!ass lol/ very shy

esmeralda/ 15 yrs old/warrior/dark brown hair bottom of ass length but in tight ass ponytail most of the fucking time/ 5'9/ very light fucking brown/ real strong stronger than most guys extras that arent here

Raven/fairy pink wings/definition of girly/15yrs old/black hair to tits / dark blue eyes/ 5'2

Lizzie/14yrs old/ spoiled like a princess/ brown to middle of stomach hair/medium green eyes/ 5'7

Andrew/15 yrs old/ warrior/ blonde curly average boy length hair/ light hazel eyes/6'3

my friend gave me a bruise on my arm today

i had a band concert today im so fucking tired

i have a band concert on tuesday and we have to play day-o, beethovens ninth, and dragon blood, Maldita sea!

made a poem. pls tell me what yall think abt it.

You claim the right to draw the line,
To call this stolen country "mine."
You build your borders, bars, and walls,
While your own stolen history calls.
Look at the dirt beneath your feet—
It’s paved with ghosts you refuse to meet.
How dare you claim this blood-soaked soil?
Your "ancestry" is theft and spoil.
Unless your blood is of the First,
Born of the drought and canyon thirst,
You are a squatter, thief, and seed,
Sown by an immigrant’s desperate need.
You whipped the back and broke the bone,
To raise the walls you call your own.
The marble halls where you hide your face,
The harvest gold that feeds your race—
Was built by hands you held in chains,
While you sucked dry the workers' veins.
You hunt the mother, cage the child,
Like scavengers in the hollow wild.
You use the law to mask your sin,
To wall the world's unwanted in.
Exile is a coward's game,
A lie to hide your shared, stained name.
How dare you hunt the builder down,
While wearing a stolen, golden crown?
One came in shackles, one for gold,
One fled the hunger and the cold.
The Mayflower’s hull and the desert heat
Are the same paths where strangers meet.
Kill the lie of the "native" son;
In this land, every one of you has run.
To hunt a neighbor in the night,
And scream that "legal" makes you right,
Is to spit upon your own damn root—
The taste of the traveler’s bitter fruit.
No one is "truly" from this place,
So look your brother in the face.
Tear down the walls. Burn the cage.
Wipe the "legal" off the page.
You’re hunting flesh on stolen ground,
With a crown you stole but never found.
End the hunt. Drop the stone.
This land was never yours to own.

i have to turn my chrome book in tmrw

i did it

yeah now i can do it

i improved a lot ngl

Fun fact: We can feel our organs move but our brain filters these sensations out to focus on the external world

i have to do it later cause i can't have my phone out

im going to be making a new account but it's going to have all of the same things on this one and i'll follow all of yall on that account

i finally finished Kinger

@ElijahCantThink did this with me

@ElijahCantThink helped with this

Mi mamá me dio un Red Bull. ¡Yupi!