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▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █ 殺す悪霊 █ ▆ ▅ ▃ ▂ Quietly he laughs, and shaking his head. Creeps closer now, closer to the foot of the bed And softer than shadow And quicker than flies His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes "Be still, be quiet now, my precious boy Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more for its much too late to get away or turn on the light, the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight." { independent rp blog for Beyond Birthday from Death Note: Another Note spin-off novel.}

[karluskii]

Absence, the highest form of presence.

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via killheji)

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[a-scorpions-tailarchived]

Very few people are born villains, oh there are some who are, but a lot of villains are villains because of what has happened to them

(via colourfulmoniker)

[beyond-madness]

Just a stupid rant

// i hate it when someone close to you lets you down. I hate it when they promise you something and then break that promise. And it will be the smallest thing. They could give you the world and make you happy and take care of you but because you're stupid and sensitive and emotional the moment they let you down suddenly all of that falls apart. Because of your paranoia and your insecurity you cant handle being let down because its happened so many times. Because so many people have hurt you so badly now the smallest thing sends you spinning. You start thinking what if they never loved you what if theyre just using you what if its all your fault. And then you start to blame yourself. You start to think youre the problem that you brought it all upon yourself that you dont deserve to be happy. And you think youre right. And you feel so hollow that you lose all the good things about your relationships with people. All because of one little broken promise. Because youre stupid and sensitive and emotional you try to keep yourself from feeling anything.

[timecowboy]

[ella-bliss]

[forever90s]

[hy-d-ra]

[ataurus]

[keista-ir-grazu]

[mortiphia-blackness]

[miscreantmiscreation-blog]

Play With Me

I wish there would be friends to play with.

Friends not mean like Ganta.

Friends that won’t leave Shiro

Friends that won’t be scared of Shiro

Will you be that friend? 

Will you be Shiro’s friend?

{New rp blog for Shiro from Deadman Wonderland like for follow back and rp starter or send an ask :) will be posting more soon and I am working on page links}

[ghostplops]

[rebelliousgllove]

[beyond-madness]

As Time Fades

   B was never one for showing up for class. History, especially was a bore for him. He knew enough about human negligence and distortion for his own liking, he desired no more exposure to such a subject. Instead of appearing to his scheduled classes he would hide in his room, stacking his collection of thick books against the door so that no one may enter. Even his roommate had difficulty barging in and by the time someone did manage to enter, B had usually slithered out the window or hid in the closet.

His room was where he sat now, doodling on the spare parchment he had collected from other students. He drew endless eyes, staring blankly from the pages. They littered the pale expanse of floor, the unblinking eyes.

B was startled when he heard a loud knock at his door, and a gruff voice, his history teacher’s voice followed it.

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          Not to say as a kid K had much of a passion for history- in fact, the last thing he was in highschool was a zealot for observing, in details, the flaws of the human race and how those twisted creatures reacted to each other’s inherent evil. However, in the time he’d spent away from the orphanage and on his own, K had discovered an odd liking for the topic- and whenever he found something he was fond of, even if it was to a minor degree, he was prepared to defend it to the death.

          So when B had the audacity not to show, it set his blood to boil just a bit. He wasn’t completely pissed and about to blow the roof off, but he would definitely visit the living quarters of the clearly introverted man in order to tell him off a bit and inform him of the detention he would be serving because of his skipping tendencies. 

          Once he arrived at the raven-haired male’s room, K squinted at the wooden door for quite awhile before finally pounding his knuckled against it, shouting through the material. 

          “Come on out of your hidey-hole, we’ve got some chit-fuckin’-chatting to do.” 

[beyond-madness]

B jumped at the loud shout from the other side, and narrowed his eyes at the context of which he was summoned.

"Sir, I feel I need to be enlightened as to what chit-fuckin'-chatting entails," B yelled back, getting up out of his crouched position and stretching out his sore limbs. Time to escape. He wasn't overly interested in dealing with the current situation, especially as it being with the professor. He had to attend to his drawings at a more appropriate time. "Until then I don't feel comfortable with exchanging conversation." 

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[anathaipathy]