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Welcome to gifgaf voice messages 

An annoying ass sentence that makes me want to throw my phone and die in a hole
phone: Welcome to gifgaf voice messages
Anyone: FUCK OFFFFFFFF

OH, SPEAK TO ME OL' TOOTHLESS WONDER. YOUR VOICE HAS CHANGED, BUT YOUR BREATH STILL SMELLS THE SAME.

what you say to somebody who has just flatulated.

OH, SPEAK TO ME OL' TOOTHLESS WONDER. YOUR VOICE HAS CHANGED, BUT YOUR BREATH STILL SMELLS THE SAME.

When someone changes themself but is still a jerk.
Katie, oh speak to me ol' toothless wonder. Your voice has changed but your breath still smells the same. That's what I have to say about your "new persona"

A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry And Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy 

A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry And Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy
A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry And Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy

A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry & Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy 

A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry & Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy
A Voice In Your Head Means Go To Psychiatry & Having No Voice In Your Head Means Go To Therapy

i don't know why but the voices are there to haunt me in the night eternally leaving only the thought of regression of self through the creation of fantasy to cope with reality 

These are the questions that keep me up until dawn in my sorrow and emptiness. I cannot escape they say they are there to protect me but in the amidst of the hollow dark i find myself in every time i fall asleep I can feel them creeping through my soul and my veins, i have went to many places for help but it looks like some of them aren't even real places anymore, I don't know if i could continue living this simulation, I can feel the voices of people too they are the ones trying to get me to think that I don't belong in this world.

Do I really don't belong here because of the figment of my imagination, all the faces, all the noise, all the people that I see every day seem to just be something I created off of my loneliness...
I can't do this anymore...
"i don't know why but the voices are there to haunt me in the night eternally leaving only the thought of regression of self through the creation of fantasy to cope with reality"

Dude A: This is the most emo shit you have ever written... are you high or something?
Dude B: I could go further you know.