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i’m nobody’s baby. i’m everybody’s girl.
when you love a fandom but you don’t really feel like you’re fully apart of it
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👍 your writing is really nice and you really make your blog stand out !!! you put a lot of thought into writing credence and it is lovely to see you on the dash!
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th an k y ou!!!! this is like .... the exact shit i needed 2 hear, thank you!
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give me a brothers verse or give me death
runs in the family // amanda palmer.
his skin went white as chalk. his limbs went soft and limp. watch him drift between the worlds of living & dead until he sunk down into the pavement. they broke him & beat him. and break, he did.
“I think you’re losing it, that was pathetic.”
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whatever E N E R G Y - black & angry & raw as it is - he may have been building inside himself dissipates, arms go slack at his sides, head hangs & turns so he can stare at the wall - focus on anything but the frustration at himself, the disappointment from the man. “ i can’t do it. ” he declares, with finality, through tight jaw ; his stomach is turning, not only for fear of punishment ( a habit that’s been drilled into his brain from years spent with mary lou ) but the g u i l t of being a failure. “ i’m trying. ”
‘Focus’ (2015) Sentence Starter Pack
“Will you be my boyfriend? Just for a minute.”
“You’re not a serial killer, are you?”
“That depends, how many times does it take to get to ‘serial’?”
“The more you drink, the more you learn.”
“In that case, I am the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.”
“You know, it may be the roofies talking, but this was really fun.”
“If you had any idea what I was about to do to her… she was gonna be no good to you after that.”
“What kinda stuff we talking about?”
“Saudi bachelor party shit. R. Kelly drop cloth shit.”
“Die with the lie.”
“Then why’d you come up here if you’re so smart?”
“Professional curiosity. And I like boobs, figured it was a win-win.”
“He was so shithouse you could have taken his appendix.”
“You really should be more aware.”
“It’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now.”
“Attention is like a spotlight and our job is to dance in the darkness.”
“Human behavior is very predictable.”
“You get their focus, you take whatever you want.”
“'Father’ is a very generous term.”
“Can we skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe that there’s some Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
“There’s no Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
“No thinly veiled allure? No baby voice? No lingering eye contact? That’s all my favorite shit.”
“Does it feel sexy on your face?”
“No one looks at your hands when you got that working for you.”
“Congratulations, you’re a criminal!”
“And if you think for one second that I’m gonna let your mother talk to me like that, you’re fucking crazy! I’m a grown-ass man!”
“He uh, financed his own line of gravy.”
“You hittin’ that? You should hit that. I’d totally hit that.”
“Who was the cop with the wandering hands?”
“Who hits on a grieving widow?”
“I think we should start with oral. Just sayin’.”
“Stay juicy.”
“I’ve been in this for a really, really long time and I’ve never seen anything like you.”
“I was actually talking about the sex.”
“Oh please, there’s a thousand hoes, baby.”
“You’re just layin’ there. I’m like, come on, is this thing on?”
“There’s two kinds of people in this world. There’s hammers and there’s nails.”
“Is this a bad time to mention I don’t really like football.”
“I know my drunks.”
“I know my lechers too!”
“It’s just an expression, hard to explain. Rough translation: ‘I’m fucked’.”
“She sounds like my wife.”
“It’s crazy, I know, but it will be his fault, not yours.”
“You have got some big fucking balls.”
“Kill me later.”
“I’m the blind mouse? You’re such an asshole!”
“Now, just what part of the plan calls for trays of Appletinis? Pledging a sorority?”
“A little small on top for my taste.”
“One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like breasts are subjective, opinion topics.”
“Hey, you need to put some clothes on.”
“There’s Australian people here. Just sayin’, they shipped all those people down there for a reason.”
“You don’t know me, remember?”
“Stop touching my shit, _____”
“Whatever you want, I can keep you safe.”
“I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned. Like how I play men. Like how I just played you.”
“I think you’re losing it, that was pathetic.”
“'I’ll keep you safe?’ What was what? Does that work? Does that get you laid?”
“You must be really turned on with all these beautiful women here.”
“Oh dear God, please never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.”
“Everybody knows you’re a lesbian, it’s completely fine.”
“There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable.”
“Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to ‘fuck off’? Tell 'em to 'fuck off’.”
“With friends like you who needs luck?”
“There’s a science to getting people to trust you.”
“What’s a 'race skank’?”
“She’s been driving me crazy. Hanging around, flirting, teasing. The minute I try to get her up to my room - a headache! A period, right? The world’s longest period!”
“That time of the month. It’s like a crime scene.”
“I have Scrabble in my room.”
“I was trying to steal his watch!”
“It’s what I’m good at and I like it!”
“You did all of this to make me jealous?”
“You can’t believe I lied? Oh, that’s so rich from you.”
“You’re always lying, ____! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth.”
“Here’s the thing about lying. Fucks up all your options.”
“He is not gonna die. Probably.”
“I cannot believe you made me shoot you.”
“I like you, honey, you can take a punch.”
“And then the girl walked in.”
you are not a human being
simutare.
‘leaving?’ a pause, brows furrowing slightly, but he doesn’t jump to reaction yet. ‘where would you go?’
hesitation is POURING through dark eyes ( WINDOWS TO THE SOUL ) and manifesting in fingers that cling to his own sides, for anything to ground himself. “ i don’t know... ” he’s only a boy, perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything. then, graves makes him feel like he CAN say anything ; won’t be met with pain or anger. “ i thought i could maybe go with you. ” it’s uncertain, shrugged off, almost embarrassed. “ i just... don’t know if i can stay there. and my sister... ”
famous first lines of poetry BOLD the ones that apply to your muse. ( repost / don’t reblog )
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest;// once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveller from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. // he clasps the crag with crooked hands.
C R E D E N C E B A R E B O N E
“ you can control it, credence. ” “ i don’t think i want to.”
°☆.。.:*・°☽ I was in bed last night thinking about this. Friends please. Luna would be so incredibly kind to Credence I’m sure. She would be so peculiar and bizarre as well and that might concern Credence and perhaps frighten him a bit as her oddness seems to do. But she’d be so supportive and helpful, comforting. So here are some ridiculously messy scribbles of me indulging myself in their friendship. This is probably really idealized but I love both Credence and Luna and when I love two characters I draw them together.
tagging some Credence’s i follow too ( @ismiracle ) ( @discontrol ) ( @lightfeared ) ( @obscuruus ) there are others i’m sure, i just can’t think at the moment.
she was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said. she spent her teens experimenting with prescriptions in a futile attempt to know more than the doctors. she said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders, waiting for the tide to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore. this thing hurts like hell, but what did you expect?