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[silahaa-deactivated20170711]

you look at yourself in the mirror every day and cringe at the invisible blood caked to your hands and face. you sleep every night without knowing you’ll wake up the next day. you wake up every day with tears in your eyes and an ache in your chest. you wake up every morning with the light in your eyes fading every time you force yourself out of bed. the light behind your eyes is almost gone.

[apishe-blog]

because of how i’ve been feeling, i’m gonna be taking another break from writing and such. I will be returning on JULY 14TH. i will be revamping most everything, moving to a new blog, etc. i’m sorry to those this inconveniences.

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“When Tyler talks about “his friends,” he’s talking about the fans who have been around for a long time, before they got big. He’s warning them not to act quickly against the newcomers, who now like the band after they have been big. The warnings against making sudden moves and “watch it,” warn fans, because the new fans have hidden problems too, they have been abused too, we cannot tell, as everyone hides such things. Attacking them for coming to this band makes the old fans heathens and hypocrites, which Tyler is warning against.”

[mathmcn-blog]

                         ‘ I’M NOT SHAKING THE BABY !’

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          the hound could smell the DEATH & the stench in the air, a smell           he hasn’t encountered in years. fingers curl into loose fists in his           jacket pockets, ears perking at every SOUND. a low growl emanates           from his throat, eyes flashing red as the stench grew stronger.

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@rosehaired liked.

          ‘ y’know, i didn’t think y’could fight as hard as you do. didn’t             know y’were on T.V either. i’m surprised you haven’t knocked             me the FUCK out yet, princess. ‘

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winterrosx:

       she’d got stuck with the late shift again; she’d told them time &        time again she didn’t want to work nights like this, but they never        really seemed to listen to here. the crunch of glass under her shoe        alerted her to a problem before she was even through the door &        her brow furrows in concern as she looks down. ❝ abel? ❞ her        voice is soft – not sure what state she’s about to find her boyfriend        in; for all she knows, he could be asleep by now. ❝ baby are you        okay? ❞ she spots him as makes her way into the kitchen and her        concern only grows deeper. ❝ what’s wrong? ❞ she sets her bag on        the countertop and slowly makes her way towards him, arms gently        grasping for his biceps. ❝ i think you’ve had enough, let’s go sit. ❞

          by the time she’s home, he’s already downed two more beers that had           been hiding in the fridge, along with half of a bottle of wine they had           been saving. he doesn’t even know she’s HOME until he feels her familiar           touch on his bicep, burning liquor being practically inhaled as it was           dumped into his mouth & down his throat. a few coughs later & he’s           turning to look at her, that glazed look in his eye. ‘ no, i’m not sitting           down. ‘ why? he doesn’t know. he’s far too angry & numb at the same           time to really do ANYTHING but drink himself to death.

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          with a loud swallow, abel downs yet ANOTHER glass full of bourbon,           face screwed up as it burned all the way down. fingers are curled           tightly around the glass, setting the cup down & reaching for the bottle           before realizing it’s EMPTY. abel growls to himself, picking up the glass,           turning on his heel & THROWING it at the wall, the glass bottle shattering           & shards scattering all across the floor. abel’s been drinking to drive           away that cold & numb feeling, only for it to get W O R S E. he’s looking           for more now, but he’s drunk the house d r y. damn his tolerance.           he just wants to get so drunk that he F  O  R  G  E  T  S.

[angstmemes]

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

- submitted by anonymous

[apishe-blog]

IMPURE. because of my lack of muse for current ‘active’ threads, i will be dropping most everything. i’m sorry for everyone’s inconvenience, but abel just isn’t feeling it for anything that i had in my drafts and i’d rather not force it. BUT, because i still want to write and i’m actually in the right mood for it, like this for a starter! verses depend on who’s starter i’m doing.

[daenevys]

“I’ve had to bust ass to be in this industry. Aquaman is especially cool because being a Kanaka Maoli—being Hawaiian—our Gods are Kanaloa and Maui, and the Earth is 71 percent water, so I get to represent that. And I’m someone who gets to represent all the islanders, not some blond-haired superhero. It’s cool that there’s a brown-skinned superhero.”