OUR LIPS ARE SEALED!

indie oc, nsfw & potentially triggering, written by kenickie, est. jan 25, 2012, modified oct 11, 2017

[glitzyn-a]

Okay, so I’ve gone back over to taezr because I missed that blog a lot. If you wanna interact with me, follow me over there. I’m gonna archive this one.

[glitzyn-a]

Ehh. I’m a little tentative about running this blog now because it’s so incredibly niche. I got a lot more response on my other blogs and it’s a struggle to get people to interact on here.

[lostlostinthemusic]

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Talk Talk - It’s My Life

[glitzyn-a]

It’s nearly six in the morning and I’m following a bunch of people because I’m starved for interaction... 

[dahmertasticbands]

[k5ataskia0z8o-deactivated201905]

sexual orientation: angry

[glitzyn-a]

“Danny’s going through something. We’re not sure what...” Topsy said, running a hand through his unwashed, muddied blue hair. “He yells a lot, sometimes he throws things. I’m at least six inches taller than him though and can kick his ass if needed.” The incessant smacking of his gum chewing somehow reverberated through the room, a disgusting noise. “Anyway, I love him but yeah, as you can see he’s a little fucked up.”

[piratekane]

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Eddie Money - Take Me Home Tonight

Take me home tonight / I don’t want to let you go ‘til you see the light / Take me home tonight / Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang / Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

[glitzyn-a]

@cheaphopes

Typical fare, the interior of another over-the-top extravaganza showcasing all the pretty people as they buzzed around like flies made from moon dust. Danny couldn’t even recall who had invited him, but framed posters and elegant signs told him repeatedly that this was a premiere screening of fantastically boring art-house films. Two of his fingers crept up into the loop of the patterned scarf around his neck, tugging it a little to loosen it before he succumbed to accidental strangulation – a whole different kind of wardrobe malfunction. 

That could be fun, you could die. Danny rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, mercifully not presenting in echoing voices hanging just outside his ears. It was more like repeated flashes like neon signs advertising ideas of murder and suicide, and somehow to him that was preferred over auditory manifestations. “Not now,” he let out the words softly in a breath. “I’ll get home, maybe then. Night’s still young, can’t be dead quite yet. Got it? Yeah.” Someone passed him, glancing for a split second as he uttered the barely audible, somewhat disjointed phrases to himself. He smiled and they moved on with disregard, unaware of his suicidal contemplation.

He let himself lean against the wall, lightly bumping the back of his head against it. His hands wandered into his pockets, and then back out when through the thin fabric he touched one of the massive but shallow cuts on his thigh and recoiled. Trophies from violent encounters were fun to look at but the pain was intense and unexpected. A yawn escaped his mouth, the telltale heart of weariness. How many times had he napped earlier that day? One, two… five... It had been a lot, he decided.  

He turned his head and caught a vague glimpse of an intriguing individual. Danny had an insatiable appetite for collecting encounters and photographs with people he deemed to be fascinating. He gave a careless glance at his fingernails, acrylics with glossy ruby red polish, but his mismatched eyes peered out behind sleepy lids, tracking movement. Nonchalance vanished in favor of trying to grab the attention of his target with an upwards nod. He really loved to lace in the charm, if you could call it that. A smirk. Raising his eyebrows. That sultry, come-hither bat of false lashes topped it off in sugar. Encounters with Danny were often initiated through waning charisma and tired tricks, but that was really all he had left to offer.

[glitzyn-a]

$20 says my new theme looks totally fucked up on other people’s computers.

[glitzyn-a]

[h-arringtons]

sorry heteros, 80s music is gay culture

[glitzyn-a]

I went to the hospital for a couple days~ Fun times with schizoaffective disorder. -finger guns-

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Send me ‘Three little words!’ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

Theme: Three-word sentences, may contain triggers/NSFW (mixed bag) Numbers: 1 - 100 Bonus points for not peeking!

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                                   AFTER EVERY PARTY I DIE

                                             // ⚠️ warning: triggering + nsfw ⚠️ //

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Everybody Have Fun Tonight (Single - 1986) - Wang Chung

Everybody Have Fun Tonight

From the album: Mosaic (1986) by Wang Chung

[glitzyn-a]

Well, I think I’ve put enough time and effort into this completely self-indulgent project blog to where I can follow some people. I have zero confidence in anything here, go easy on me.