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for angels who look like death

#rotten pit.#{ima puke.}#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

creepingdread

you destroy yourself.

so others won’t get the chance. (via nightxmxre)

#rotten pit.

amnesia-lets-forget-everything-

#rotten pit.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

romini

All relationships are doomed. If you emotionally undress in front of someone, they will pour acid on your shivering skin and leave you to die.

Howard, Fresh Meat (via youhelpmeillhelpyou)

#rotten core.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

atsush-i

#rotten core.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

aseaofquotes

fleurterne

Joan Bauer, Almost Home

#rotten pit.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

sinistra-orlok

quietux-deactivated20151102

golgothan:

C E S S P O O L (cover) by Devin-Francisco

#rotten pit.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

blackestdespondency

My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

Fyodor Dostoevsky (via asimetricna-vagina)

#rotten pit.#ϙ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ.

basicbitchasfuk

#rotten pit.

cyberiism-deactivated20160811

at last, when the final little tidbit of information had been stored on the tiny device protruding from the side of her laptop, her intense gaze had broken from the screen. Leaning back onto gloved palms, she would tilt her head as to stare at the odd stranger, having expected someone a bit more—-h u m a n. Not that it really matters to Kai, though. She continues the conversation as she had before.

” ——so you’re a wanderer, huh? Hopping from place to place? " orders. What had she been before? Something military ???

“ well, sorry I ain’t the best of company, miss. I’m afraid you caught me in the middle of work. "

fleurterne

< . ｒｏｔ．>

—- Luctu's eyes rested on the tiny device next to the bigger one. As if she had any idea what any of those kinda things were called. She knew people who we- re a lot more experienced than she was when it came to technology. In fact, almost everyone was a lot more experienced than Luctu. She was completely clueless about everything.

But she remained silent about that. Ask no ques- tions about something you have zero knowledge of. She had little pride, but didn't feel like making a fool out of herself either.

" Wanderer... I suppose... But not too often. Once every few years. It's very tiring to go out. Something you must be familiar with, too. At least, I suspect you are.

What kind of work do you exactly do? Data, you've mentioned before. But... I don't under- stand completely. "

#ic.#v;rot away #cyberiism

theidealman

”Well if there are more players, yes. I sometimes tried to set up my friends against the weak assling on the board but it didn’t always work out because apparently that’s not how you play Monopoly but whatever it was worth a try. “

Allow him to ramble on while setting up the rest of the board. Tonight he will either go home happy or go home death. Guardians are so silly though!

fleurterne

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—- The strange guy sure talked a l o t . She would almost be anno- yed by his speech if she had been listening in the first place. She seated herself in front of the board, watching how he set everything up of the game. The board, the dices, the silver pawns. A dog was one of them. Earthly animal, though al- so reminded her of her favorite pet.

" Would you mind... if I took the dog? "

She didn't even bother replying to his evil stra- tegy to winning this game.

#ic.#v;rot away #theidealman #{bonding..}

mabelkind-blog

Just because the two didn’t know each other than a few days didn’t mean Mabel felt some kind of betrayed. As someone who despises liars and enjoys the truth this certainly wasn’t something she took dearly. Perhaps because she already kind of felt b o n d ed to this creature.

“DON’T say that! “

She managed to say in a voice softer than normal which was more comparable to the beginning of someone starting to cry. ” What a r e you? “

fleurterne

< . ｒｏｔ．>

—- Unlike the poor little girl, Luctu felt no connection to the Earth- ling whatsoever. There was no bond, nothing that caused the guardian to feel at ease around the child --- she couldn't care less about her. But despite her sympathetic attitude towards the girl's feelings, her reaction to what luctu had said did surprise her. She let green fingertips drag down over her face, until they would rest from her neck, on top of her shoulder.

" ... I don't see why you feel so bothered with whatever I've said. You're sensitive. But I'm not sure --- are you too sensitive, or am I too insensitive? And I doubt you know the answer. "

Her question ---- actually caused something deep inside of her stomach to twist. It felt nas- ty. As if the girl was filled with such miserable disbelief, that the species of the lady must've mattered. As if she couldn't possibly be as sen- sitive, and as human as the child. It stung.

" The... Sirdar... calls us guardians. I'm a divine entity, but not yours. Not your god. So I don't matter to you. I shouldn't, anyway. "

#ic.#v;rot away #mabelkind

They become part of who you are

< . ｒｏｔ．>

—- What a strange way of pronouncing the dark truth, and outcome of a doomed life. Become part of who you are? The goddess was qui- et for a moment, staring at the Earthling as she hovered inches above the muddy ground. There were no birds singing in the background, as if the presence only of the guardian of misery was enough to scare them away. Vibes she emitted wo- rse than anyone's, the color of her skin serving as a transparent cloak to make sure it would be visible to anyone --- not literally, of course.

She then slowly tilted her head sideways.

" That's what you think. The start of being consumed. First you think that you own them, then you think they can't be owned for they are a part of you, but in reality --- they own you. You just don't know yet.

But soon you'll find out. It will hurt more than ever. "

#ic.#v;rot away #astraanopsia #;insert command

prophetaes-blog

♕ . ｐｒｏｐｈｅｔ． ♕

Thick wisps of inky air flow out betwixt black lips, curling into the air & dispersing within the sky. her head cants towards the other & eyes cease to prick with unshed tears. yet again, she conceals & suppresses longing, lonesome emotions. shoulders roll, & the triad of eyes she possess blink in sync. eye contact is nonexistent. the other sports bangs which cover the top portion of her visage.

Curious. the gaze the other seems to give pierces her own steely one. it bothers her —- it’s been a while since someone’s intrigued her in a manner such as this. shaking off the depressive emotion, the alien straightens herself upon her perch on the rock which serves as a seat.

" How would you feel if you remembered each time you died ? you could say i’ve got a hard life. er, lives…”

fleurterne

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—- What a shame. No tears were spilled. The threat of a salt smell soon embracing her nostrils had di- sappeared, and somehow she felt disap- pointed. She didn't necessarily like the strong scent, but neither did she hate it. She just appreciated its presence at certain moments. Especially when it wasn't her who had to spill tears.

Alas, this time all she could feed herself with was the dark vibes the other emitted, even if it was only for a while. She turned her head away from the creature as she could feel the last bit of emptiness slip a- way from her senses again. Pondering the question, the guardian heaves a deep, ti- ring sigh.

" I don't know how I would feel. I don't have a life, or lives, as terri- ble as yours, it seems. I think I would feel.... upset. I prefer eter- nal death over memories, any- way.

Maybe lock yourself up. Close your eyes, and sleep. Forever. It's the same as dying. Everyone will forget about you. That is, if anyone even knew you to begin with. "

#ic.#v;rot away #prophetaes