forget what you know.

nothing to lose and we get messed up for fun. we wenttoo fast, too young. kel. he/they. 19. pst. indie multi muse. main muse is seth. semi-selective. index. terms. bio. contact. map. muse nav.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

me: i need to draft my paper today

me: *logs onto seth after a week*

[noorunnahar]

in this human skin i am half war half peace

— noor unnahar (via noorunnahar)

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

soooooooo today was great until my english professor proclaimed he was a christian and a conservative and the “only one on campus.” and then went forth to complain about the lack of diversity of thought and freedom of thought among the professors and called the rest of them “progressive left wing clones”

he also said we cant wear pajamas to class ??????

me, a queer black trans person in the front row: *covers eyes and avoids eye contact for the remaining 10 min of class*

im switching the fuck out i cant stand this class for 3 days a week w this prententious asshole

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

i switched out so now im taking the sociological imagination ?? should b interesting

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

( open — twd verse )

     upon hearing the sharp snap of a twig, seth prepares to toss the knife in the skull of the walker coming towards them, but upon turning around he sees another living person. they don’t lower the knife immediately, and instead they keep their eyes trained on the other person.

“ are you alone ? can i—can i help you ?  “

     there’s no use trying to shield the fallen body of the small animal seth had managed to kill. they haven’t mustered up the stomach to start to skin it yet, the knife in their hand still clean of blood.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

soooooooo today was great until my english professor proclaimed he was a christian and a conservative and the “only one on campus.” and then went forth to complain about the lack of diversity of thought and freedom of thought among the professors and called the rest of them “progressive left wing clones”

he also said we cant wear pajamas to class ??????

me, a queer black trans person in the front row: *covers eyes and avoids eye contact for the remaining 10 min of class*

im switching the fuck out i cant stand this class for 3 days a week w this prententious asshole

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

@fivedaisies

" no, i’m not gettin’ sick it’s just— “ she sneezes several times in a row. “ allergies, i swear. “ of course she won’t admit it but, yes, she’s definitely getting sick. her forehead is a little warm and her hair sticks to it somewhat as she refuses to leave her computer, a loose sweater on.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

      it’s a silent day for seth. by choice, or force, rather. they turned off their phone after the fourth phone call. the ringing was too much and they just can’t bring themselves out of their cocooned position on the couch, head resting on their arm. their eyes are on the tv but they’re not really processing the anime that’s on, it’s moreso to prevent complete silence in their apartment. the newly adopted cat sits curled up beside seth, fast asleep, their finger mindlessly rubs the top of the feline’s head.

      however, now there’s knocking on their front door. seth still doesn’t feel inclined to get up but after the third round of knocks decides to speak, if just to get them to stop.

      ❝ please leave.   ❞

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

( @leadpetals​ )

     “ It did not look like you were going to, “   she replies. Her hands are still busied by her cooking work. One hand on the handle of the pan, the other gently stirring at the slices of steak and the vegetables mixed with it. In a pot on a separate burner, she had rice going. Good thing she knows how to cook rice; he didn’t have a steamer. She made a mental note to bring one. It’d probably make his life a thousand times easier.

Her eyes flicker away from the pan to land on Seth for a moment, flashing him a smile before focusing back on the food.

      “ I like cooking. Might as well feed you, too. “

      seth tilts their head in a sort of nod at her answer. it’s got a lot of truth to it, they probably wouldn’t have made a substantial meal, was considering drinking down a few juice boxes and then maybe getting back to work. but whatever diem’s cooking makes their stomach grumble loudly, and they couldn’t be more grateful for her ( more than adequate, in their opinion ) cooking skills. seth sniffs the air deeply, closing their eyes and leaning back against the couch, suddenly realizing how hungry they actually are.

      “ i was probably going to drink a juice box or two. “ they admit with a sheepish shrug.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

( shay )

          ❝ it’s, y’know… edible. ❞ he doesn’t want to be mean as he brings another bite to his mouth - he’s definitely eaten worse and his stomach isn’t immediately revolting, so how bad can it really be ? he offsets the ( almost complete ) lack of taste by attacking his dish with salt, giving some impression of flavor. ❝ no, hey ! i like it, really. it’s – it’s good. thank you. ❞  he smiles as he looks at them, pushing his hair out of his face a little nervously.

      seth smirks, shaking their head. ❝ shay, you know this shit’s bland. but i-i thank you for considering my feelings. could’ve—could’ve definitely used more salt... m-maybe some... cheese or something? i dunno.. what—what do you think? ❞ they go for the salt after shay puts it down again. sprinkling a generous amount over the dish in front of them.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

im being a distracted piece of shit and i never get anything done on this blog and i feel like Ignored a lot but. its okay im just gonna do drafts and then maybe ppl will wanna do stuff w me  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[notgoing]

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

[queerpride]

alignment: chaotic bisexual

[flirtsuke]

Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message. 

[highbcltage-blog]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

[stupidteenwhore-deactivated2015]

guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

( @leadpetals​ )

      seth shrugs a little, twisting their mouth to one side as they try to conjure the words in their brain first before saying them aloud. ❝ i think i’m feelin’ kind of... i-i donno. kinda they/them ? ❞ they say it quietly, avoiding eye contact and turning to look towards the window. ❝ i don’t really know how else to—to say it ? but... yeah... i guess. ❞

[headprick-blog]

   “speak when you’re MOTHERFUCKING spoken to!”

[avoidantsleeper-blog]

“okay, uh, where am i ? ”