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Kid, no aegyo please.
| Midnight Adventures |
Junhong sat perched on the edge of a building. His lightly transparent fingers gripping at the edge. His translucent orbs watched the city in front of him, it was full of life. An idea alien to him now.
With a sigh he stood up, letting his body teeter on the border between safety and the pavement. “It doesn’t make a difference though.” He muttered to no one in particular as he jumped, feeling the wind past through his ghostly frame before his feet made light contact with the ground, his body soon regaining it’s colour though the tips of his fingers and eyes still remained transparent.
He let his hands slide into his pockets and glanced around, assuming no one was around at this hour to see him, he quickly turned on his heels and headed off.
-curls himself up in a blanket and huffs-
My body lived, but I died.
(via chiaso)
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This post is dedicated to all the innocent men, women, and children who have lost their lives in both Iraq and Kurdistan due to ISIS brutality. Please recite a prayer or give a moment of silence for their lost souls, May justice prevail and May they all rest in peace.
You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
Stephen King. “Joyland”. (via fuckyeah-unclesteve)
I’m not going to censor myself to comfort your ignorance.
Jon Stewart (via neonchills)
Reblog, please, if your muse isn't just R/S chasing and is looking for friendship too.
{ I am so sick of being plainly ignored sometimes because my character is in a long-term relationship. If you actually want non-sexual platonic friendships with other muses, can you reblog this to let others know? }
-builds himself a fort made out of blankets and hides in it-
[` attempts to wiggle her way into it without much effort because of her small build ] What are you doing in there—
Well I could have had my hand down my pants but luckily for you I'm trying to figure out the best position to sleep in. -he replied with a hum and rolled over onto his stomach-
-builds himself a fort made out of blankets and hides in it-