if you ain’t talking marvel I don’t wanna talk
*accidentally bumps into you* oops sorry *accidentally holds your hand* oh silly me so sorry *accidentally slips a ring onto your finger* my bad *accidentally marries you* oh how clumsy of me
Some guy just whistled at me while driving by and my dad goes “don’t worry, that was for me”
So I just had the shit creeped out of me.
I’m not someone who believes in ghosts, but I was sitting in my room, alone and in the dark, and I heard the strings of my violin being softly plucked.
My violin is hanging on the wall several feet away.
So I gathered my courage, grabbed my phone, and used the camera light to investigate.
And found this.
A goddamn spider was playing my violin. Not even joking. The little shit.
I think I’d have preferred a ghost….
I don’t care if this isn’t your blog type, if you don’t reblog this I’m judg-
plot twist: you look in the mirror without criticizing yourself