LIVING RELIC.

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

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𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, this is a very low activity and very private writing blog for my muse 𝑫𝑾𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫.    west, 23, bi, he/they, autism and adhd, mst.

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forgot i was still logged in here on one of my profiles

[carouselcometh]

I’m a brunette who wears green what else do you want from me

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dwight’s apex verse in a nutshell:

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@blamboozeld:    so....... any interviews on the horizon? :)

❝  this isn’t a good time, witt,  ❞    he can feel elliott’s excited gaze burning holes into creased forehead, yet unwavering attention remains on the list of emails and memos before him.    always impatient, always ready to go, go, go even in the off-season.    the incessant need for proactivity almost reminds dwight of himself, and the thought makes the corner of his lips lift with a smile.    he relents a sigh,    ❝  listen, elliott,  ❞    spine uncurls, individual vertebrae popping one after the other with the motion, shoulders pulling back and neck cracking with a roll before tired green eyes land on the legend across from him,    ❝  i can set something simple up for you, okay?    maybe a one-on-one with lisa stone?    i’m sure she’d jump at the chance, and i still owe her a favor after she helped me with something not too long ago.  ❞

movements are quick, almost second nature, as he checks one of a dozen calendar apps on his device, head tilting with a thoughtful hum,    ❝  how does... next week sound?  ❞

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                                       𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐.

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genji teaching me apex lore and i’m just sitting here shaking my head at the things respawn continues to do with this game.

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i’m awake. i have coffee. my roommate is bringing home pumpkins for us to maybe carve. time to try and finish this silly little ask from genji.

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me, vibrating in dwight’s apex verse

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001

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warm bodies, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from warm bodies by isaac marion.

i don’t mind giving you a side of the bed.

just relax, okay?

i bet i’ll always miss you.

how do you stand it here?

you grew up in a safe place. you don’t understand the dangers.

do you think it’s stupid to fall in love?

there’s no benchmark for how life’s supposed to happen.

the world’s always just what it is now. it’s up to you how you respond to it.

don’t give up on us yet, okay?

i’m not ready to disappear.

the opposite of memory? hope.

how often do people really come back from stuff like this?

what’s wrong with people?

god, you’re a cheeseball.

i actually missed you.

running away is no better than hiding. maybe worse.

shut your dirty mouth.

you clean up nice.

why’s it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? so does herpes.

you’re alive. you’re worth living for.

is there a reason for all this?

is there anything you love enough to keep living for?

it’s way too late for me to hate you for anything.

we’re the same damn thing.

what are we waiting for?

i’m trying. i’m making myself care. that’s step one, isn’t it?

wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

where are you? daydreaming again?

you didn’t know you had choices.

if there are rules, we’re the ones making them. we can change them whenever we want to.

do you want to tell me what happened?

you’re safe now, okay?

do you really think you can keep me safe?

who decided life has to be a nightmare?

we can fix it. we’ve just never tried before.

you can’t save the world by yourself.

what wonderful thing didn’t start out scary?

[taiturner]

Magna in The Walking Dead – 11.03 ‘Hunted′

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for everyone following this blog that doesn’t know yet: dbd makes me wanna break out in hives so i will NOT be putting dwight in that setting anymore lol

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warm bodies, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from warm bodies by isaac marion.

i don’t have a name anymore.

i am not no one.

i like how you remember things.

we have to remember everything.

why me? why did you save me?

where are we going to go?

are there still safe places?

no one comes back. not really.

just remember as much as you can for as long as you can.

when existence is a constant state of panic, it’s hard to get worked up about any one thing.

how do you know my name?

god, you really know how to plan a dinner date.

you’ve never done this before, have you?

you look pretty good for a corpse.

are you fucking kidding me?

you’ll be okay. promise.

you’re different, aren’t you?

stop shrugging, you asshole. i know you can talk.

i feel things so hard sometimes.

i don’t know why i’m telling you this.

it’s kind of a relief it finally happened. to be able to finally stop dreading it.

i never talk like this to anyone.

you’re so quiet. you just sit there and listen. it’s like talking to god.

you don’t want to stay dead for the rest of your life, do you?

tell me something hopeful.

tell me this isn’t the end of the world.

i don’t want to disappear. i want to stay.

maybe you’re sappy enough to find martyrdom romantic, but what about these other people?

this is about as far from safe as i’ve ever been.

let me know when you need a break.

you should always be taking pictures. if not with a camera, then with your mind.

memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

we are where we are, however we got here. what matters is where we go next.

[jeffreycombs]

Jeffrey Combs as “Herbert West” in Re-Animator (1985) dir. Stuart Gordon

[grapepack]

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ohhhhhhh oh my littol green-eyed baby...