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if i look back, i am lost
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âMoney doesnât mean anything to me. Iâve made a lot of money, but I want to enjoy life and not stress myself building my bank account. I give lots away and live simply, mostly out of a suitcase in hotels. We all know that good health is much more important.â - Keanu Reeves
THE CLEANER HAS ARRIVED. PLEASE SIGN HERE. // indie marvel!based oc. nsfw content. follow at your own risk. written by zoey.
The Boogeyman by tillieke
They call him Baba Yaga. Well John wasnât exactly the Boogeyman, he was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman. John is a man of focus, commitment and sheer will. I once saw him kill three men in a bar, with a pencil.
John Wick
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indie hitman oc, written by shawn.
âyour tired, unfamiliar face says it allâ
potential angst starters
  the tone in her voice doesnât sound too WELCOMING to his ears. her words are setting him off at just the simple mutter of them. she KNOWS. thatâs the first probability that pops into his head. heâs ended up here after STUMBLING and passing out on the alleyway floor by her apartment from blunt force trauma. she may have searched him, too. may have found the GUN still in his jacket. maybe she wants him to think she did. she could be testing him. PARANOIAâS already got the best of his decision-making skills at the moment. already twitching and moving his fingers to ghost over the jacket where his PISTOL is. he canât trust her. not if she knows that heâs just killed someone today. he canât have her TELLING everyone.
      â --- then what does it say, miss..? â
potential angst starters
disastrologic:
âplease donât forgetâ
âyou know you should have stayedâ
âyouâre cold on the insideâ
âthereâs a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apartâ
âyou ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you loveâ
âi know that you canât hear me anymoreâ
âitâs so loud inside my headâ
âi havenât been all that you could have hoped forâ
âif you held on a little longer, you would have more reasons to be proudâ
âi talk to the shadows hoping you might be listeningâ
âhow can i say this without breaking?â
âi loved and i lost youâ
âi donât want them to know the way i loved youâ
âi donât think they would accept meâ
âyour heart fits like a keyâ
âitâs so quiet hereâ
âyou said that you werenât aloneâ
âyou still owe me a reasonâ
âi act like i donât fucking careâ
âmaybe youâre too good for meâ
âlately colors seem so brightâ
âi canât admit that youâve got all the strings and know how to tug themâ
âlosing you was something i always did so wellâ
âi donât do anything anymoreâ
âsorry, i nearly lost my headâ
âthis feeling i dread, it makes me wish i was deadâ
âiâll be alone instead, i donât need anyone in this bedâ
âi come home on my ownâ
âi donât care if i donât look prettyâ
âbig girls cry when their hearts are breakingâ
âiâm in painâ
âshe gives me toothaches just from kissing meâ
âi didnât care much how long i livedâ
âheaven and hell were words to meâ
âi need to feel your hands upon my faceâ
âwords can be like knives. they can cut you openâ
âi think i might have inhaled youâ
âi can feel you flowing in meâ
âi miss you more than i thought i wouldâ
âi never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleedâ
âiâll love the world like i shouldâ
âthe blood on my hands scares me to deathâ
âyou took a chance and you took a fall for usâ
âmy love, look what you can doâ
âi know in peace youâll go. i hope relief is yoursâ
âwas i selfish again? well, i canât help thatâ
âi pour my heart out on the ice and everyoneâs watching but youâ
âi canât see you, you canât see meâ
âeverybodyâs watching but you, and i donât think i want them toâ
âthereâs a bitter storm inside of meâ
âi do it all for youâ
âitâs all gone to shit, itâs out of our handsâ
âif youâre searching for us, youâll find us side by sideâ
âas long as weâre going down, baby you should stick aroundâ
âdoes any of this love exist or is this just a fire keeping out the cold?â
âmemories never lieâ
âtell me that iâm rightâ
âyour tired, unfamiliar face says it allâ
âeven though we all grow old, love will never dieâ
âthat was long agoâ
âi used to call you my own, my dearâ
ânow youâre lost and i am drunk aloneâ
âwhen you said your last goodbye, i died a little bit insideâ
âif you loved me, whyâd you leave me?â
âour love was made for movie screensâ
âi tried to be someone else for youâ
âi thought that i loved you, but we werenât loveâ
âthere was something that was not thereâ
âi can sleep forever these daysâ
âi believe in anything that brings you back home to meâ
âthere is no distraction to mask what is realâ
ânow youâll be missing from the photographsâ
âin my thoughts, youâre far awayâ
âi can picture you so easilyâ
âwhatâs gonna be left the world if youâre not in it?â
âevery minute of every hour, i miss you moreâ
âitâs such a shame we have to see them burnâ
âiâve lost control of all of my sensesâ
âput me in my placeâ
âi canât help but think of youâ
âitâs always been just you and meâ
âand iâll hold in these hands all that remainsâ
âi donât want to rest in peace, iâd rather be the ghost that annoys youâ
âhold me in your armsâ
âdonât listen to your friends, they only care once in a whileâ
âitâs pulling me backâ
âwhen you go home, everything looks differentâ
âi wish you would tell me how you really feelâ
âwhen you leave me, you take away everythingâ
âthatâs not our dealâ
âi want you so muchâ
âi want to go back to the first time, the first placeâ
âmy heart is open like a door, but i donât trust you like beforeâ
âyou came and took me by surpriseâ
âmaybe one day youâll be the one, but until thenâŚâ
ânow iâm fucked up and iâm missing youâ
âplease just look me in my face and tell me everythingâs okayâ
âiâll never be like youâ
âabsolve me of my sins, wonât you?â
âit hurts me everytime i see youâ
âi hate that i love youâ
âyou want her, you need her, and iâll never be herâ
âdo you miss me like i miss you?â
âwedding bells were just alarmsâ
âyou said you wouldnât but you fucking didâ
âi guess this is moving onâ
âyou donât care, you never didâ
âyou donât give a damn about meâ
âyouâre only happy when your sorry head is filled with dopeâ
âif youâre looking for love, know that love donât live here anymoreâ
âi donât want to see you go, i just want to see you smileâ
âtell me that now is not the endâ
âif youâre trying to find pity, then you need to look somewhere elseâ
âiâm a first class let downâ
âhow did it come to this?â
âlove is a polaroid- better in picture but never can fill the voidâ
âif itâs broken then it can be fixedâ
âall you need is timeâ
âwe promised the world weâd tame itâ
âi wonder what keeps us so high upâ
âcould there be a love beneath these wings?â
     in all honesty, colton admittedly does spend to some amount of excess with his money since he can afford it, but itâs very limited and itâs mostly on weapons to protect himself with. if heâs not spending on himself, heâs usually doing it for someone else, like his mom for example.
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  his back HITS against the metal of the car, pained grunt following suit afterwards as his hand SQUEEZES his bleeding bicep. face riddled with sweat from a LONG battle that he --- fortunately, won. but it doesnât feel like a victory. it never does for him, especially with a bullet LODGED in the muscle of his arm. shaky hand moves to check the damage --- nothing too bad, all things considering. he hasnât lost THAT much blood. no oneâs around, either. heâs all a go for homemade surgery. which, by the way, heâs NOT very excited about.
  he reaches and UNZIPS the large duffle bag hanging from his shoulder, searching through before he pulls out his combat knife. you can NEVER go wrong with having one in your bag. his hand works to turn the handle of the blade so the bottom was facing his arm. working at his sleeve now with a loud RIP. tearing the jacketâs sleeve from the wound so he can get access. fingers clamp onto the torn fabric now, bringing it to his teeth to BITE on. heâll use it as a makeshift bandage in a moment.
  heâs about to DIG in after turning the blade to his arm now. metal tip pointed now, chest HEAVING as heâs about to take a big breath, baring his teeth down on the jacketâs fabric. but then he hears the car window LOWER. his head immediately darts UP to see a womanâs face popping out to look down at him. and all he can do for that moment is STARE. until, finally, he says something.
        â --- fuck. â
Youâre Next (2011)
dir. by Adam Wingard
colton: iâm gonna give you the count of three and if you canât find anything to try to fight me with then consider urself fucked
also colton: here let me get the door for u
@chrononautica
     â --- miss! â
  he does this from time-to-time. whenever he can, usually. get up from BED, checks his messages, and if nothing importantâs there, itâs all a go. he drives down to the cafe nearby to enjoy a DAY out. to appreciate the outside momentarily while heâs not busy doing his OTHER job. it relaxes the nerves --- gives him time to think to himself. this time around, this womanâs left with her coffee without her change.
  why not do something about it? thatâs the MINDSET heâs had ever since he was younger. be it opening doors for other people, helping them grab things they canât quite reach. heâs USED to doing things like that. itâs how he was raised. be POLITE to other people, itâll pay off in the end. thatâs what his mom would remind him while he was growing up. he walks up to the cashier, tells them theyâll take it to her, and heâs off jogging after her a few paces ahead.
   â you forgot to grab your change inside. here --- â he holds out her money, offering a polite smile. itâs nice to feel HUMAN sometimes.
clownpolicy
sorry we don't need to find jesus
clownpolicy
u can get ur Jehovah's Witness ass outta here fam
 i was recommended not 2 kill u
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