I feel like life is going to be what we did in class. I’m gonna get thrown in a group of people ive never met, doing something ive never done but im gonna be told that i just have to try and make the most out of it. so good luck to me i hope its fun.
N a t u r e
My favorite nature things – – – –
When you wake up in the morning and can hear it raining outside
When you wake up and can hear waves crashing outside your house
Going up the canyon on a perfectly clear day
Camping in the snow
Talking till four in the morning around campfire
How the grass is wet in the mornings in the summer
When it isn’t windy
Sleeping on a trampoline
Listening to the animals in the morning when you’re camping
i need to go camping more gosh dang it
H e a r t
My heart could only
pick one single girl here, and
it chose to love you
I will always choose you
Reveal !
my names max ramey btw hope i scared you a couple weeks ago and can keep doing it
Y O U A R E O N T H E F A S T E S T A V A I L A B L E R O U T E
F e a r
is something that can change a person. Realistically you could make someone do whatever you want to if they’re scared enough. Which is insanely terrifying. Because that could happen to literally anyone. That’s how malleable our brains our and how willing they are to be changed.
The sheer thought of something can shivers up our spines and even thinking that we see something in the dark can make you so afraid you can’t move.
I think its probably really messed up that I absolutely loved people commenting that last weeks post was scary. Because making people afraid of something that they shouldn’t be is something I really want to do.
Wow when you phrase it like that it really sounds like I want to torture people. I just really want to make people feel things and making someone scared because of a story I write, or a video I make, or a story I tell has to be one of the most satisfying things to me.
I just need to not be afraid to make it happen.
S a f e t y
doesn’t exist, only the facade of safety does. You are never in control and never have been, only allowed to believe that you have a choice in what you do.
F̵̛͎̎̾̄̈́͐͌̍̉̋͑̓̎̀͌̄͒̾́̋̆̋̓̍̓͆̌͗̒̏̓̓̈́̉̐͆̎̑̏͆̈́̋̕͠͝͝ḯ̷̡̠͈͙̳̰̮̭̔̓̔n̷̨̡̤̺̜͇̰̯̗̮̬̬̮̪̱͍̮̞̙͚̟͂̿̆̄̽́̏̈͐̾͌͆̀̌̓͊̀̍̈̑͊͗̇̾̌̄͐̄̈̆̓͐̎̐̅͘̕͝ͅḑ̴̧̛̼͇̪̅̀̎́̄̂̎̈́̊̏͋̔͒̀̆̌͋́̄͑͌̿͂̔͗͝͝ͅ ̴̛̛̛͙̠̣̹̗͍͍̗̘̥̜̤̹̟̐͌͊̔̽́̀͂̓̍͊̏̅̓̔̅̓͛̌̈̂̌̄̈́̇͐̀̈̂͌̍͐̒̄͗́̀͑̕͘͘ͅh̵̛̲̙̱̻͎͇̳̓̈́̇̋̈̿̓͐̊̀̀̀̌̈́̉́͑͐͛͆̋̑͒̋̇̈́̅̏̃̈́̈́̀̅͛̑̄̔̚͘͝͝į̶̡̡̼͔͉̺̗̲̲̼̥͚̗͈̻̲̦̥͙̰͎̟̮̫̙̲̮̙̟̒̈̐̏̀͌̏̀̋̎̎̀͆͛̇́͑͘̚͜͝s̶͍̈͋́͛̎͌̅͊̒͌̓̄̈́̀̕͠ ̷̡̛͍͍̼͎͇̜͍͇̣̤̹̜̼̜̅̀̅̾̇͆̋̈́̏̈́̈́̀̒̆̈̂̿̍̿̇̀̽̍̄̋̒̚͘͘̕͘͝͠ͅñ̴̡̧̧̛̩̫͇̦̳̟͙̱̥͖̮̰̮͓̬͓̲͎̞͈̻̠͓̖͇̗̖̘͖̜͖͔̙̻͈͇̞͓̓͊́̈́̏͊̏̿̒͐̀͌̀̆̇̋̓͂̐̽͐͐̈͊̋̏̐̇̎͆̈́͑̆̃̊̽̕͘͘̕͜͠͠ͅͅä̵̡̢̢̧̙̬̳̯̰̳͎̼̘͈̱͇̩͈̜̮̩̖̙̝̜̞̭̼̣̙̯̻̙̩͍̟̥͔̯́͒͆̎̾̏̓̊̌̏̉̈́̆̊̏̋͗̊̎̅̂̆̈͋̅̀̿̈́̽̽͌͛̌̀̈͊̐͘̕̕̚͜͠͝͝͠͝ͅͅm̶̧̢̨̛͕͕͎̯̯̬̫͔̻̻̠̻̭͖̣̺͈̲̝̹̠̼̞͔̦̲̟̘̯̼͉͉̜͖͈͔͚̗̪̯̩͚̗͎͙̍̃̽̍̈̋͑͊̍͌̀̈́͐́́͌̍̚͘͝͝͝ͅe̵̪̙͇̘̺̝̲͉͙͔͋͐̈́͑̅̍́̑͆̎̉̓̂̆͛͑̾́̇͑́͒́̓̐̕̚͘̕͝͠͠͝
B r e a k i n g N e w s
He sits down to watch TV and turns it on with a click of his remote.
“This is a letter that our local Police Department received last evening.
Dear [r̴e̷d̴a̴c̴t̷e̵d̴],”
He pauses the program.
Why did he just hear his name? He’s confused and suddenly starts wondering if he locked the front door on his way in. He stands up and turns around to check but the TV unpauses itself.
“I am [r̷̢̦͈̗͙̀ḙ̸̦̂d̶̢͉̝̩̙̊̆̿̾a̴̢͓͉̤̿͋̽̾̎c̸̳̼̪̪̖̓́̓͛̋t̶̹͌̔͒̍̍ȅ̴̜͔̌͐̀͐͜d̴͔̓̎̒]. You have never met me before, But I have met you.”
He feels a shiver go down his spine. The voice coming from his television is monotone and robotic like a machine is speaking to him.
“Your door is locked, don’t worry. I’m already inside anyways.”
He grabs his phone up off the couch and tries to call 911 but he doesn’t have any service.
“You’re not going to escape from me [ŕ̶̠̲̲͗͑̓̚̕͝ȩ̵͐́͑́͠͝d̵͚̰͖̹͎̭̣̋̿͋̒̉̋̔͌̂͆ą̷̟͖͍̝͕̻̈́c̴̢͖͔̠̳̭̏̽t̴̨̘̬̂̉͜ę̷̦̙̩̪̬͕̗͉͒͗͜͠d̶̨̪͇̱͓͔̐͠ͅ]”
He grabs his phone and tries to shut the television off but it isn’t working anymore.
“Don’t try and leave either.”
He sprints to his front door and tries to unlock it but it wont budge. Then to his backdoor. He tries a window. Nothing.
“Why don’t you trust me [ŗ̴̧̢̣̘̻̙̳̬̪̦͇̟̳̰̪̍̓͑̄̉͒̅͛͒͠͝e̴̢̲͉͚̫̪͆̈̏̒̽̔́̈̊͝͝ḋ̸̡̺̖̖̭͖̻͉͈͆̾̾̏̉̅͗͌̍̈̅̏͘͝a̷̬͖̖̺̻͐̊̎̃̇͝c̷̡̻͎͕̻̭̺͍̲̰̪͕͇̅̅̎̔̀̚͜͜t̴̡̢̠̭̪̺̲̮̞͙̬̙̞͖͓͊͂̐͜ͅȩ̸̨͉̭͈̺͓̺͔͔͍͓̠̦̜̥̠̩̣̏̌͂́̌̍̂͂̄̈͑͜͝d̷̢̛͈̘͓͓̖͕̯̫̤̦̜͎͇̮̭̖̽̌̅̆̐̒̆͋̽̔̔̔̔̓̑͝], I only want to hurt you.”
Now he’s panicking, He grabs his television and throws it through his back window.
But it doesn’t turn off.
He can only hear the same robotic monotone voice louder.
“I’m waiting under your bed [r̶̡̨̙͔̝̻͉̪͚̻͈̦̹̙̪͖͎͍͌͊͋͆́̏̀͐̋̎̋̏̕̕͜͝͠ͅę̷̖̦̙͍͎̺̅̊͂̔̔͐̒̈́̔d̴̡̡͇̪͈̳͉͖̗̯͕̗̺̺̭̠̺͚̥͓̗͍̤̬̤͎͌̊͆͑̌̚͜͠͠ͅa̶̡̭̪͉̝͓̯̠͕͓̱̯̲̖͈̞̠̰͓̦̜͂͑̇̄͐̀̅̈́̎̔̃̋̊̓͠͝͠c̷̢̖̟͖̮͔̤̠̥̱̑̇̚t̶̢͚͉̮̗̭̠͎͔̳̜̖͎̩͓͉̐̈́ͅͅę̵̻̹͖̰̻͔́̍̈́̓̑̂͂̊͆͒͌̓͑̆́̈́̂͝d̵̨̻̲̱͉͙͎̥͎͈̬̰̭̰̬̯͉̈͋̓̄̾̐͌͑̈́̀̒͌̉̅̄̂̾̌͠͝͝͝], come find me.”
He jumps through the window and starts running to his neighbors house.
It’s dark outside and not a single lamp post is on.
He pounds on the door.
“HEY! LET ME IN.”
He messes with the doorknob but the door won’t budge.
He hears a door creak open.
When he turns to look where it came from his television is sitting on his front porch.
“I told you that you wouldn’t escape [r̶̢̛̹̪̹̝̦̝͖̭͔͍̖̼̝̟͙̺̗͇̣̫̫̲̬̤̼͎̦̮̝̳̰̂̑̃͆̒͊̾̈́̀̎̓̌̈́̎̎͛͆̂̓͆̒̅͒̾̍̿̅͂͘̚͘̕͝͝͝ͅe̶̝̱̤͚̖̼͖̖͖̲͇̦̭͖̞̫̺͍͇̙͍̫̫͎̠̣̘͔͕̎̔͊̐͆̉̏̈́̈̋̒̃̋́̆͗̅́͂͑͒̉̑̒͌͐͋́̓̏̍̐̔́̋̈̚̕͜͝͠ͅd̶̨̨̨̦̖̭̰̰̱̈̄́̾̇̽̈́̊̓̇̈͌̿́̽̐̈̅͌̒́̅͘͝ͅa̴̱͈̭̱̝͉̹̙͓̱͎͖͕̲͙͊̉̑͊̐̉͂̓̐̌͋͘̕ͅc̶̡̡̢̻̻̰̟̹̼͖̗̮̠̳͔͈̻͙̥̗̰̝̟̦͉̖̬̞̟̻͍̰͔̟̐̃̔́̈́̈͑͛̇̐̈̃̐̿̓̒̅͌̑̕̚͜͜͝t̸̳̥͎͕̤͓̟͖̮̠̃̊̇͊͝e̵̢̡̛͉̻̺͉̭̗̮̖͇̦̱͚͖̦͎͚͙͕̼͇̬̰̙̖ͅd̶͍͖̺͇̱̝͔̰͖̰͚̮̙͚̞̤̱͈̝̤̫̳̥̗̖́͌̐͑͗̏͗͑̒̕͜͝ͅͅͅ]. You can always trust me.”
He hears sirens in the distance. Like a tsunami warning sound.
and sees a tall figure in the tree line.
He realizes what this is.
He’s heard stories ever since he was a kid but believed they were just fairy tales.
Now he understands that once your chosen there really is nothing you can do.
He sits down on the porch as he hears footsteps coming closer.
“Thank you [r̵̛̛̛̖͍̦̹͈̫̲͚̰̜̰̘̱̻̟͙͚̈́͂̿̉̄̄̓͊̑̈́͒̈́̈́̌̐̉͒͗͑́͆̂̋̈́͋́̐̕͘͠͠͠͝͝ͅe̷̡̻̠̞̥̥̜̩͚͙̺̜̖̠̹̾́̈́͛͆̋̈̒̃̒̑̿͆͗̑̃͐̽͒́̂̊͑͂̋̂̽̍͘͘͝͠͝͝d̵͔̗̤̹̙̥̰̪̗̬̞̹̞͕̪͊͐͒͘͠͠ͅà̶̡͎̻̟̱̰͚̝̙̠͇͇͚̝̥̘̳̞̪̪̣̪̜̮̙̦̌͑͐͛͂͊̐̽̂̇̊̈́̈̃̐̓́͋̀̓͂̕̚͘͝͝͠c̶̢̢̡̧̨̢̯͇͓͚̦͚͈̼̝̻̟̠͚̲̜͈̖̯̰̟̙̥͔̗͖͚̱͎̻̳̲̣̫͇̟̰̝̝̣̤̱͍̐̓̎͋̑̄̽̀͒̿̐̾̓̆͒̀̐̄̈̔͂͒́͜͜͝͠͠ţ̸̛̟̫͍͎̺̟̻͇̱̘̲̭̰̩͍̮̯̜̱̱͔̫̰̼̣̫̯̰̃̀̀̔̀̈͑̈́͋̈͐̑̉͐̔̎́̍̔̃̐͐͂̽͂͌̇̐͑̍̔͋̐͐̔̓͌͋̾̚̕̕̚̕̕̚͝͠͝ͅë̵̢̛̛̫̝̭̣̒̌͌̉̽̏̓̈́͗̓̓̎̇̓́̆̀̐̀͆̕͘̕d̴̛̛̩̫͍̔̂́̆̏̿̉̃͑̾͑́́̄̎̈̂͊͐̄̎́̐́̆̆̈́͊̎́̂͂̿̔̍̚͘͘͝]”
b a b y s c h o o l
elementary school. when all the boys would beat the girls in the spelling contests in first grade and it was the best. shout out to Mrs C. you rock
and in second grade when my best friend colin demolished me in connect four cuz i sucked at that game. i still do. mrs olsen was the best. i watched the sorcerers apprentice and he asked a chick to be his girlfriend with a note that a yes and no thing on it so i did it to a girl in my class and i’m pretty sure she said no but i don’t remember hahaha
i don’t remember third grade very much except for that i got bullied which is actually a funny story cuz the kid was just an idiot and so was i for not standing up to myself because he was so dumb but that’s besides the point here. i don’t remember my teachers name so that’s a rip. my valentine responded on valentine’s day with the valentine she dropped off and i kept it in my journal. i wonder if i still have that. we literally had never talked and then i asked so that was pretty ballsy for me. also one time the bulky cut my hair during social studies cuz i pretended to be asleep and thought it was funny what they were doing so i stayed “asleep” and just let them do it so great job third grade me.
in fourth grade my teacher was literally the best and read us michael vey which was my favorite book and actually might still be because the nostalgia and it’s just freaking cool and makes me feel like a kid again. i also found out recently that everyone knew i ate my boogers even though i thought i did a pretty good job and keeping it a secret not gonna lie. still disgusting but dang i did a bad job at that. but apparently all the girls thought i was cute and then didn’t anymore once they found that out so that’s sick. shout out Mr. Farnsworth you’re literally the 🐐
in fifth grade my self confidence was like a -2 i’m pretty sure and i fell asleep in class a few times. why did you suddenly not have friends if they weren’t in your class. idk but i do remember that this year when i asked a girl to be met valentine she started crying. so. that’s just the best ever and i definitely wanted to pass away. my teacher was named Mrs. Howells i’m pretty sure and she was canadian and i definitely had a crush on her so that’s interesting too.
in sixth grade there’s not a ton that’s memorable except it was the first time i got a girls number. her name was sadie so shout out to her. i remember getting hella butterflies when she held my hand at the end of the year when we were playing murderer in the dark so that’s awesome too. way to go sixth grade me you were killin it. shout out to Mrs. Nielsen she was an amazing teacher. i’m pretty sure she got kidney cancer a few years ago but i think she beat it. i hope she did. i hope she’s still changing lives.
d i n o n u g g e t s
you may think that this is about elementary school but no i just had dino nuggets for lunch today and they were really good and i’m a little sad because ever since i had covid they’ve tasted a little different and not the same. they definitely are still super freaking good but not the same so the nostalgia isn’t there as much but yeah dino nuggets go buy some and have a good time.
Space of Mind 