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                I pulled myself up and through the window of his room, narrowly managing to avoid falling flat on my face when I was through. Nicky didn’t seem all that worried about me breaking and entering (even if I hadn’t broken anything), and I seated myself at the foot of his bed, waiting for the first smart ass comment. When it arrived, I replied as I always did. Although we were on better terms, we still fought like none other but at least now it had the subtle undertones of “you’re good for me, mostly”. I don’t want to sound too much like some schoolgirl with a crush, but Little Nicky really was good for me. He kept me level headed, and I liked him for it -- even when he was being a total fuckwad like he was being currently, pretending to be uppity about the fact I just creeped through his window at an ungodly hour.

                I leaned over and ruffled up his hair, cooing about how he needs to learn how to function with very little sleep. It was a blessing he didn’t shove me off the bed or something along those lines. But he was also tired and in truth, I was waiting for him to lay back long enough for him to fall asleep. After what felt like only a few minutes but in reality was quite some time, he did and I sat still, waiting for his breathing to even out so I could get up. I didn’t want to leave like this, not really, but he was the type of person to make me want to calm down and grow up and if I did that, I’d be stuck in this town. And I didn’t want that. If I stayed in this town, I would never accomplish half of what I wanted to. I would get a job, a home, I’d get married, have seven kids. I wouldn’t live, not really. I’d get by day-to-day. Do you see what I mean? The more time I spent around Nicky, the less I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to leave him, but if I didn’t, I’d never get what I really want.

                                I just hope that one day I’ll find out what that is.

                I got up off the bed, kissing the tip of Nick’s nose before setting to work. Quietly as I could, I flipped all the posters and pictures on his wall upside down, along with anything else that could be set like that without falling over. I wasn’t going to leave without causing him some sort of grief, you get me? Finally, I found a pen and in my usual unintelligible scrawl, I wrote him one last note on the notebook containing most of his homework.

“LITTLE NICKY,

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE HOBBIT,

BUT I HAVE LEFT THE SHIRE IN SEARCH OF GREATER THINGS

LIVE YOUR LIFE

DON’T DO YOUR HOMEWORK

DON’T EAT YOUR VEGGIES

DO DRUGS

DON’T GO TO COLLEGE

LOVE EVERYONE YOU COME ACROSS

DON’T DIE WITHOUT REALLY LIVING

AS MUCH LOVE AS MY COLD LITTLE HEART CAN ALLOW,

MORGAN LE FAG

P.S. IF YOU REALLY DON’T HATE ME DON’T LOOK FOR ME I WON’T BE COMING BACK

P.S.S. YOU REALLY ARE MY FAVOURITE HOBBIT AND I’LL LOVE YOU

UNTIL I GET ALZHEIMERS AND CAN’T REMEMBER YOUR

DUMB FACE”

                Pleased with my final message, I slipped my shoes back on, whispered a good-bye to Nicky and was crawling back through the window in a few seconds. I grabbed the bag I had packed before coming over and hopped onto my bike.

                I didn’t look back.

                Because if I did, I’d never leave. 

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http://hidingundermysheets.tumblr.com/post/17691614020 annasaac and the failed wedding blessing

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put under a read more and tagged with: #personal #dumb sappy thoughts #that one guy i love

my boy has been gone for close to three weeks now, and it feels like he’s a million miles away. if everything goes correctly, i’ll be seeing him in two weeks time, but that’s only if the stars are kind. i miss him more than anything else. the first week without him was almost easy, the second week more difficult, and now it’s almost impossible to deal. the year i spent without any contact with him whatsoever seems daunting now, but that year i spent without him was also one where i thought i would never see him again. before then, i wasn’t the person i am now and i never knew what it was like to be loved as unconditionally as isaac loves me. back then, i could only miss the memory of him. but now i have to miss his presence, his kiss, the way he guides me so easily through tough times.

it’s silly, i know, but i need him to be a better person. this whole thing is hard for me to explain as i’ve never been one to deal out what i’m thinking or how i’m feeling. but i love him. more than anything else. every day i spend with him, i feel myself loving him all the more. often times i feel as if my heart might burst when he smiles at me, moreso when he says ‘i love you, too’.

the thought of being so in love with one person is terrifying for me! he’s the one person that can break my heart and he knows that, but he’s also the one person that can make me happier than anything else. if i had to give up everything i have just to keep him around a day longer, i would do so without a minute pause and happily.

it’s midnight now, three weeks exactly since i’ve last been in the same room as him. i feel my loneliness and past demons starting to crowd in around me, so i plan to finish off this bottle of wine and then cry out all my frustrations over the phone to nole. hopefully she wont mind me waking her up so late.

xx anna

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shortchanged

written as soon as isaac could read the note

maybe i should feel happy i know i should feel fine but i can't help but wonder "what if you were mine?" i was never good at poetry or rhyming anything this is probably really cheesy i probably can't sing regardless of my hopelessness and the fact you're far gone now i still have this sliver of optimism that tells me i'll find you again it's stupid and naive and you'd probably laugh at me where are you anyways? how far did you go? probably far enough, your parents were fucking rich meanwhile i'm still here with the girl i thought i loved it's funny, actually, how stupid that thought was i really don't know how i could have chosen her i've made a lot of mistakes like dropping out of school never making grades losing fifty pounds, but not in the good way of all my dumb mistakes you were the worst i've made i'd go back in time change the way i was shoot some vision into those blind eyes so i could see through the fog and i hope you see the better things c'mon now give it a go and i hope you take more photographs of people that you know and i hope your sister's doing fine i bet she turned out good and i hope you find this song in time ...so that you could hear it too i never thought i could possibly feel so  shortchanged i was always a foot taller than you but now i'm feeling shorter 

and i hope you see the better things c'mon now give it a go and i hope you take more photographs of people that you know and i hope your sister's doing fine i bet she turned out good and i hope you hear this song in time and i hope you know i'm sorry

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Wonderwall - Oasis

I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now and all the roads we have to walk are winding and all the lights that lead us there are blinding there are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me and after all, you're my wonderwall.

Flathead - The Fratellis

Just because she feeds me well and she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel it doesn't mean she's got eyes for me, she might just want my bones you see. And hey flathead don't you get mean, she's the second best killer that I ever have seen. They don't come much more sick than you, I could go on if you want me to.

I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe - OK Go

In your fitted raincoat and tangled winter hair cheeks a little rosy in the February air running through the subway to catch the Uptown train spend the night just dancing. I want you, yeah I want you I want you, yeah I want you bad. So bad I can't think straight, so bad all my bones shake, so bad I can't breathe

Love You Much Better - The Hush Sound

You are the day dream in my eyes, there whenever I wake up but the call has never crystallized and I never get enough. Why do you kiss everybody but me? I just sit back and watch. Oh but one day soon I’m gonna grab you by the collar and kiss you all I want. I can love you much better if you can’t see it you’re blind I can love you much better. Oh, y’know some day I’m gonna make you mine.

For The Girl - The Fratellis

She was into the Stones when I was into the Roses, she was breaking my bones when I was bursting their noses. She would tell me a secret I would lose it the next day, young love pleases you easy makes you sick in a bad way and all the while the girls sang la la la la she sang, kickings for my sweetheart bruises that I just don't miss. And she said I don't like you, you can't stand me. I can't love you anymore than this.

Hurricane Drunk - Florence + the Machine

I'm going out, I'm gonna drink myself to death and in the crowd, I see you with someone else, I brace myself, cause I know it's going to hurt, but I like to think at least things can't get any worse. I hope that you see me, cause I'm staring at you, but when you look over, you look right through, then you lean and kiss her on the head, and I never felt so alive, and so dead.

Letting a Good One Go - Kevin Devine

I think I thought so much about losing you, that I never really had you. You spend so much time when you think you've got all the time in the world and I turned you into a conversation piece and the things you take for granted turn out to be the things that you need.  I'm timing my breath against the backbeat of your footsteps as we walk along cobble stone streets arms at our sides to deliberate, eyes on the ground counting down to when we can talk out loud

God Damn The Sun - The Swans

When we were young, we had no history so there was nothing to lose. It meant we could choose without any fear or thought of revenge. But then we grew old and I lost my ambition so I gained an addiction to drink and depression. They are mine, my only true friends and I'll keep with me until the very end. I'd choose not to remember but I miss your arrogance and I need your intelligence and your hate for authority. But now you're gone.

Degausser - Brand New

Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, "I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in" Well when we were made we were set apart, but life is a test and I get bad marks. Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in. You burnt bright but you run out I fell asleep in the afterlife. I can't shake this little feeling I never did anything right, I'm on my own. Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head, I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. Well you're my favorite bird and when you sing I really do wish that you'd wear my ring, no matter what they say, I am still the king, now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

What The Fuck - Fun.

If I could name just one thing that's gonna haunt me, that's gonna bleed me dry, that's gonna bruise, it'd have to be the look upon your face when I came to pick you up, take you away, you just stood there in the hall waiting for me to call it off. What kind of selfish piece of shit would base a life on no regrets, would let the only one who really understood me walk alone? And I closed the door. I made it halfway down the hall, something caught my eye, and I fell apart.

well there's a picture on your dresser drawer, it doesn't even look like me. But I swear to God when the walls went up, I wish we could have shined forever. You were beautiful, it was your birthday, and only for a night we believed in magic. Do you remember when I woke you up to tell you that I love you? I still do. What the fuck happened to us? We used to be something, I can't remember just what.

You And I - Ingrid Michaelson

Don't you worry, there my honey, we might not have any money but we've got our love to pay the bills. Maybe I think you're cute and funny, maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean. Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance. Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and I. Well, you might be a bit confused and you might be a little bit bruised, but baby how we spoon like no one else. So I will help you read those books if you will soothe my worried looks and we will put the lonesome on the shelf.

Cannibal Queen - Miniature Tigers

This is not a test or an SOS, I'm no longer on a quest to get girls undressed. I searched through their hearts and no treasure I found, I'm so lucky this one lets dogs hang around. It's good having somebody good for a change, I thought that no-good dirty cheats had drove me insane. I'd finally given up on love and romance, if I lay down the sword I'm giving my innocence. Coming for your heart like a cannibal, she lets me right in and I'm fed 'til I'm full. If something goes wrong, I'm accountable. A life without her is no life at all. I la la la la la la la la love you cannibal queen.

Whistle for the Choir - The Fratellis

Well, it's a big big city and it's always the same. Can never be too pretty, tell me your name. Is it out of line if I was to be bold and say "Would you be mine"? Because I may be a beggar and you may be the queen, I know I may be on a downer and still ready to dream. Now it's 3 o'clock, the time is just the time it takes for you to talk. So if you're lonely, why'd you say you're not lonely? Oh, you're a silly girl, I know I hurt it so. It's just like you to come and go and know me, no you don't even know me. You're so sweet to try, oh my, you caught my eye, a girl like you's just irresistible. Well, it's a big big city and the lights are all out, but it's much as I can do you know to figure you out and I must confess, my hearts in broken pieces and my heads a mess. And it's 4 in the morning and I'm walking along beside the ghost of every drinker here who has ever done wrong and it's you that's got me going crazy for the things you do. So if you're crazy, I don't care - you amaze me. Oh, you're a stupid girl, oh me, oh my, you talk, I die, you smile, you laugh, I cry and only, a girl like you could be lonely and it's a crying shame if you would think the same, a boy like me's just irresistible. So if you're lonely, why'd you say you're not lonely. Oh, you're a silly girl, I know I hurt it so. It's just like you to come and go and know me, no you don't even know me. You're so sweet to try oh my, you caught my eye. A girl like you's just irresistible.

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and in a weird way I guess I was grateful for being born in this precise century, at this specific point on this infinite chronological timeline. I'm grateful to be able to sit in a stuffy classroom and learn about things that people who were born years and decades and centuries ago were brilliant enough to discover, so generations after them could have less to do. grateful that mankind had made so much progress in trying to decipher the whole load of unknown -- the vast expanse of obscurity -- to understand it all. nobody HAD to classify every living thing. nobody was assigned to explore the world and name every nook and cranny on this planet. it's just the way people are: they wake up and wonder, "what's this strange thing over here?" or "why is the sky blue?" and instead of being overwhelmed by the immensity of everything, they go out and make guesses. great things tend to happen when you have enough courage to make a guess, even if someone else down the line might prove you wrong. 

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you know that part in home alone where little Kevin runs out into the streets to proclaim, "I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE! DO YOU HEAR ME? I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE!" in lieu of being afraid of vaguely innocuous things like the furnace and the old man with the shovel? I often hope I'll have a moment like that where I can be fearless enough to go out into the streets and just broadcast something I'm proud of, at the top of my lungs. I'm not picky as to what it is I'll shout about -- I guess I'll know when the time comes down to it -- but I just hope it gets to happen some day. we all have ridiculous wishes that mean more to us than they possibly could to anyone else. that's one of mine.

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ELIJAH NICHOLAS _______

- prefers to be called by nicholas or nick because “elijah’s a fucking hobbit name”

- twin sister is mallory, one of the most popular girls and, for that reason, he has connections made available to him except he thinks her friends are all cunts so he ignores them all

- judgemental, well-read, pessimistic “realist”, genuine, rational

- talented in debates — working towards future in law or business

- was a runner most of his life; stopped after ninth grade

- LIKES: running for leisure, debates, winter, mint, cinnamon, spicy foods, italian food, 

- DISLIKES: chinese food, bullshit, warm weather, change, mallory’s cunt friends, religious ignorance, constant questioning of the way things are, 

- GOALS: to be successful, to find something to make him feel complete, to break through monotony, to get mallory away from her friends.

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hey shugs shugs look it’s sasha pivovarova and hugo sauzay together wow fab

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Isaac couldn’t help but laugh while he used all the napkins within his reach to help dry the sticky mess (stop thinking dirtily, I’m obviously referring to the pumpkin juice, man). 

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The Siùbhladh is an animal found in the Mòirneas region of Bàraisgeach. Bàraisgeach mythology claims that the Siùbhladh was born indirectly of the spark that occurred when Hephaestus fell from Mount Olympus. The spark fell to earth and its impact on the ground formed the first volcano, whose lava produced the first Siùbhladh. Natives of Bàraisgeach believed that the Siùbhladh were servants of Hades who led the sinful to the River Styx with a heartwrenching, bone-chilling, and yet ultimately entrancingly beautiful song that steals people away from their families after the sinner has a murderous rampage and attacks them all (an effect of the song). A prey to the Ratrax packs indigenous to the area, the clever Siùbhladh has adapted over the years in a way that sends a chill down the spines of many natives: when a Siùbhladh is only a few hours old, it makes its first kill and uses the residual bones to craft a horrible mask which then fuses to their topmost appendage from the heat of the volcano. This structural adaptation is an act of mimicry as the mask bears a terrifying resemblance to the Icarus, a predator of the Ratrax. Although it may look like a face, the real facial features of the Siùbhladh are hidden within its cloak. Nobody knows what its true face looks like – nobody lives to see it feed but the crunch of a freshly caught stag’s bones meshing with the poor animal’s final cry suggests the Siùbhladh eats its prey whole and alive.

Early mythology depicts the Siùbhladh as a skeletal, near-humanoid being with lithe legs perfect for chasing swift prey. As time went on, though, the deer it primarily fed on grew faster and running was no longer an acceptable mode of transport. Over time, generations of Siùbhladh began to develop wings – straw-like and golden at first, but eventually becoming black as obsidian to better hide amongst the shadows. Siùbhladh can reach flight speeds of up to 50 miles per hour. Siùbhladh’s offspring are born in large litters but individuals are eaten by their parent (singular, as the Siùbhladh are asexual hermaphroditic creatures who reproduce much like a snail, curiously enough) if they are seen as unfit or unlikely for survival. In doing this, the Siùbhladh maximizes the chance for all of its successful children to be champions.

It conceals itself among trees and bushes, where it lurks while hunting, and it can be exceedingly difficult to spot one in the wild, generally because they’re extinct. Their extinction was not a monitored thing – in fact, nobody can quite be sure how this species died out. Some say the Siùbhladh was taken back to the Underworld by Hades himself to tend to the lost souls wandering the River Styx. Scientists believe, however, that their absence in the world today is a follow-up of the declining numbers of stag in Bàraisgeach, leaving the species horribly malnourished. Siùbhladh bones are seen as a bad omen in most cultures, especially regions of Scotland, and are generally only found in the black market, where they can be bought by wealthy adventurers willing to take the risk.

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The Siùbhladh is an animal found in the Mòirneas region of Bàraisgeach. Bàraisgeach mythology claims that the Siùbhladh was born indirectly of the spark that occurred when Hephaestus fell from Mount Olympus. The spark fell to earth and its impact on the ground formed the first volcano, whose lava produced the first Siùbhladh. Natives of Bàraisgeach believed that the Siùbhladh were servants of Hades who led the sinful to the River Styx with a heartwrenching, bone-chilling, and yet ultimately entrancingly beautiful song that steals people away from their families after the sinner has a murderous rampage and attacks them all (an effect of the song). A prey to the Ratrax packs indigenous to the area, the clever Siùbhladh has adapted over the years in a way that sends a chill down the spines of many natives: when a Siùbhladh is only a few hours old, it makes its first kill and uses the residual bones to craft a horrible mask which then fuses to their topmost appendage from the heat of the volcano. This structural adaptation is an act of mimicry as the mask bears a terrifying resemblance to the Icarus, a predator of the Ratrax. Although it may look like a face, the real facial features of the Siùbhladh are hidden within its cloak. Nobody knows what its true face looks like – nobody lives to see it feed but the crunch of a freshly caught stag’s bones meshing with the poor animal’s final cry suggests the Siùbhladh eats its prey whole and alive.

Early mythology depicts the Siùbhladh as a skeletal, near-humanoid being with lithe legs perfect for chasing swift prey. As time went on, though, the deer it primarily fed on grew faster and running was no longer an acceptable mode of transport. Over time, generations of Siùbhladh began to develop wings – straw-like and golden at first, but eventually becoming black as obsidian to better hide amongst the shadows. Siùbhladh can reach flight speeds of up to 50 miles per hour. Siùbhladh’s offspring are born in large litters but individuals are eaten by their parent (singular, as the Siùbhladh are asexual hermaphroditic creatures who reproduce much like a snail, curiously enough) if they are seen as unfit or unlikely for survival. In doing this, the Siùbhladh maximizes the chance for all of its successful children to be champions.

It conceals itself among trees and bushes, where it lurks while hunting, and it can be exceedingly difficult to spot one in the wild, generally because they’re extinct. Their extinction was not a monitored thing – in fact, nobody can quite be sure how this species died out. Some say the Siùbhladh was taken back to the Underworld by Hades himself to tend to the lost souls wandering the River Styx. Scientists believe, however, that their absence in the world today is a follow-up of the declining numbers of stag in Bàraisgeach, leaving the species horribly malnourished.