I'VE MOVED TO DCGAUSSCR

HOW MUCH CAN YOU CHANGE AND GET AWAY WITH IT BEFORE YOU'RE SOMEONE ELSE? BEFORE IT'S SOME KIND OF MURDER?

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HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

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HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

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HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

[archive-dcgausscr]

HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

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HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

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HEY GUYS, JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I’VE OFFICIALLY MOVED BLOGS, YOU CAN CATCH ME OVER AT @dcgausscr !!!!

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lmao so my dog deleting my drafts was really the last straw !!! i found a bunch of them but not all of them ?? but i’ve been wanting to archive for a while, and i’m starting that process. so i’ll make a post when i’ve finished the new blog

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[mitten]

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uh, so my dog stepped on my keyboard and just mass deleted my drafts...

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whispersong:

        empty of anything he wanted to use and desperate for a fix,    lip rolled himself a cigarette.   he was always a little too loose with them, preferring to buy them straight rather than make his own,   but desperate times called for desperate measures,    and he only had papers and tobacco in his coat.   ‘   you don’t think i’m funny ?   ‘   lip clucked,   tongue un - fixing from the roof of his mouth,   but his voice was distant.   ‘    being fucked up is just the easy way out of life.   ‘

        you don’t think i’m funny? there was a shrug to his shoulders, his gaze briefly shifted to the scene in front of them, fingers silently thrumming against his thigh. “i think you can be,” but he wasn’t finding him particularly amusing right now. “eh, that’s bullshit. only way outta life is dyin’, otherwise, you’re stuck dealin’ with shit just like everyone else. i don’t think lookin’ for a brief reprieve makes anything any easier.” he couldn’t wrap his head around why lip was being so judgemental --- but a lesser part of him wasn’t so surprised. wasn’t the easiest way to get through things to overlook the existence of a gray area? “gettin’ fucked up might not be how you wanna live,” and he wouldn’t fault him for that, “but it is a way to live.”

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my nausea !!! she’s back !!

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TAROT CARD QUIZ! WHICH TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

you got: death

you can be a bit intense and find yourself drawn to dark and mysterious things. you’ve been through a lot and have probably seen your fair share of endings, but probably cope with it through humor. on top of that, you are surprisingly easygoing — you’re open to change, try not to let past baggage weigh you down, and seek out new experiences.

tagged by: @lycannis

tagging: @fentasm @tiiinkerbel @megapcwerful / @lcvesblindly @mournus @heatstrckes @rentalfuck

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[theavengers]

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lycannis:

  he’s  quiet ,  lost  in  thought ,  a  mood  all  too  recurring  with  loic .  / @dcgausscr .

they had lapsed into a comfortable silence --- tristan’s thought’s immediately shifting to all the obligations he’d pushed off for most of the day. was there food at home for ryan? did mom remember to pay the mortgage? what about the electric bill? questions he didn’t have the answer to, that made him feel like without colin around he’d been left with a weight he wasn’t sure he could carry. “hey,” an attempt to distract himself, “what’re you thinkin’ about?”

[xstillsane]

slurred words!! lmao

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

            “don’t know, don’t know.” his head is resting comfortably on his crossed arms on top of one of tables at the bar, vision slightly blurry as he watches his fingers change colours along with the lights. he doesn’t remember how long he’s been there like this, isn’t quite sure what he’s on about, really but there’s a loopey grin on his face. “he’s such a stupid boy. i feel like everything he does is just to spite me and make my life even harder.” a shake of his head, then a hiccup, before his hands are trying to find his drink somewhere on the table. “he’s warm, but i don’t think he likes it…don’t think he cares, which is why he’s always acting like such a fucking cunt.” a groan falls from his lips as he manages to lift his head slightly, finally grabbing his drink. “good taste in music and roommates, shit taste in everything else—- is that enough ??”