I didn’t sleep for shit last night. I woke up near dawn, super hot, and you ever wake up with a song stuck in your head? I had that only it was an image and a name.

There’s this painting called The Hands Resist Him that is supposedly cursed. The former owner said that during the night the subjects, a little boy and a doll, would move around the painting and sometimes exit the painting. Bad things have happened to people associated with it. Whether you believe in the curse or not, and I’m not saying I do, the painting is super creepy. And last night I couldn’t stop thinking about it and hearing the name of it over and over in my head.

The worst part? I finally got back to sleep and when I woke up this morning I could not for the life of me remember the name of the damn painting. I had to look it up.

This wasn’t my fault either. I haven’t watched videos on cursed objects in months.

ofalarger-infinity:

brunhiddensmusings:

silverhawk:

silverhawk:

silverhawk:

silent lunches were so….weird. like the entire cafeteria was expected to be quiet and it usually was a punishment for something super dumb tbh like i remember a bunch of kids popped plastic bags one day so we got silent lunch for a week and everyone was just….sitting there all quiet. it was duuuumb

the only funny part tho was sitting around ur friends and all of u trying VERY VERY HARD not to laugh when someone makes a face or something like that, or trying to sneak into the bathroom so u can talk…even then tho fuck silent lunches

ppl keep going “what the FUCK is a silent lunch why would schools have that” and im like. genuinely so forgetful abt the fact that silent lunches are one of those american public school things that literally dont make any sense

they are NOT universal across american public school systems

public schools are weird enough that you have trouble telling if this is the normal level of mildly bad or uniquely disturbing bad

In my middle school they took it a step farther and boys and girls were forced to line up and then they would sit us one by one. we could only sit on one side of the table alternating boy/girl with a seat in between it was wild and there was never enough seats so half he groupd had to eat in special tables set up on the stage and outside it was just. Too Much effort

In my middle school you had to sit with your class even though we were all in the same room so every damn day I’m stuck with all the other choir kids while my best friend was RIGHT THERE and the administration was like “we don’t want anyone to sit alone and FEEL BAD” trying to protect the outcasts but I WAS ONE OF THE OUTCASTS and they were keeping me from one of the only friends I had.

We had silent lunches too it was bullshit.