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#NEW BLOG BYE

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have you ever noticed that some tumblr users come in sets

like they never stop talking to/about the other person so you may as well follow them too

it’s like buy one, get one free

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@sukoushi when we were here and when we remake :~)

How do you do the white border on your icons?

sweats...this ask was sent ages ago

wow

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call out post for sustava

lame meme trash

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fq u

call out post problematic user

hiinami for having naturally on fleek eyebrows and telling me i’m a loser for not knowing what’s a nutella on the go

she a cyber bully

call the popo on her

im gonna mention this on other blogs but if u see me on other social media dont go around asking "omg u kno _____?" especially using my birth name. not only r u creepy but ur makin me uncomfortable and my friends thx

#i never thought i had to make a psa abt thus #this ummm

“ i’m not a stripper. “

amused, the wolf smirks, a feline’s charm lazily draped about his form like a tunic. lethargic, yet silkily, he thrusts his hips, rusted muscles rippling in response to tease him with a peek of what was under his shirt. ballet had helped him nearly achieve perfect control of his body, an awareness, a lust for movement. kuroo’s stare is unwavering, like wildfire breathed into a hellbent roar. he allures with temptation, pleasure & secrecy, words yet to be bequeathed yet dripping visibly with mockery. it was some sort of dance club, flashing strobe lights and pounding music reverberating throughout the room.

“ i’d make a damn good one though.

---- right. “

#no homo tho :-/#v. dance battle royale #sofutoburu

the world is gray: rain droplets murmuring in newly-joint companionship of the ground, echos of sadness pooling beneath their feet. the scum prowl when there ain’t no light, wicked hearts rotten to the core. he’s used to these exchanges, the rush that used to pound blood in his ears were no more than just annoyances. sex & money; they come hand in hand, & force him into a cycle of committed misdemeanors. of prepubescent boys nearly pissing themselves when handed their goods, the constant accusations of his shit not being cut clean enough ( hell, he was the most reliable in this sector--- everyone knew it ), & the occasional attempt to rob him.

a gritty cigarette that kuroo doesn’t plan on lighting rolls between each finger, a small tic that the dealer has developed. he leans against the wall, a small baggie with green inside peeking out from the pocket of his red hoodie purposefully, a tactic to inspire unadulterated need. a flash of blue and red peek from the curtain of rain, yet he pays no mind as he focuses on prettyboy over here.

“ got your shit, tsukki.

------- if you need me to roll you can either get on your knees or pay extra. “

#nsfw reference/#drug use/#cigarettes/#hotazu #mirage v.

i ended up passing out today but if anyone has any art suggestions still i’m willing to try and doodle them tmrw xo gonna write a bit and find a few songs since my best friend and i decided to actually go to the park tmrw and watch the sky then

#cracks fingers i'm so excited 4 drug dealer kuroo rn my god

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I’m always saying that art is about experimenting and i forgot it! so… i got stuck? But I felt incredibly inspired by But for me, there’s a storm, by setter-kun and I decided to take my art one step further (then i started to enjoy it again (/) v (\) (i was so excited drawing that i got anxious HAH)). Thank you Ryan, for all your work and all the inspiration and YOU CUTIE

#NICE ART

DISILLUSIONED, ROTTEN, & RAW; a sinner who knowingly has committed to wickedness. a shrine of wrongs, an unholy prayer purrs tantalizingly with a gun sandwiched perfectly between his palms. come, he beckons, play his game of death & violence, of crying sorrows & glorified anger. loathsome, malevolent, & foul, redemption is long-forgotten ( the plague of a wolf-hearted boy ). greed promises silver riches, rose-scented pleasures, & a haunting legacy. his hand grazes the cheek of the other, irritation poorly veiled through sex-soaked actions.

“ darling, “