OBSESSION.

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grief sends signals to your spine, to your mind, to your heart. it combats the emptiness. but only one prevails  &  it is the one of familiarity. your almost lover has her life stolen in cold blood   & you’re back to normal before you can genuinely let it fester. you want to avenge her. but you’re weak. your voice serves the sole purpose of providing monologues, not for screaming. your hands are made for hacking the way to a solution, not for delivering a gunshot with the motive of self-defense. you aim to be brave but brave is the very last thing you are. you once heard that blood never truly washes off. the statement holds its truth. it stained their skin so easily. their innocence is an hourglass that is slowly but surely reaching the bottom. it’s not over   &   you know it. you were spared during the course of the first massacre   & deep down you know exactly why. but you see the good in her. she’s your best friend. you refuse to let the thought settle into your mind   &  escape the pit it currently resides in. be blind, not brave. no matter how much suspicion arises, no mater how many creeping doubts   &   growing distrust.  

// IND. NOAH FOSTER.  EST. JULY 2015 .

[truthseen]

grief sends signals to your spine, to your mind, to your heart. it combats the emptiness. but only one prevails  &  it is the one of familiarity. your almost lover has her life stolen in cold blood   & you’re back to normal before you can genuinely let it fester. you want to avenge her. but you’re weak. your voice serves the sole purpose of providing monologues, not for screaming. your hands are made for hacking the way to a solution, not for delivering a gunshot with the motive of self-defense. you aim to be brave but brave is the very last thing you are. you once heard that blood never truly washes off. the statement holds its truth. it stained their skin so easily. their innocence is an hourglass that is slowly but surely reaching the bottom. it’s not over   &   you know it. you were spared during the course of the first massacre   & deep down you know exactly why. but you see the good in her. she’s your best friend. you refuse to let the thought settle into your mind   &  escape the pit it currently resides in. be blind, not brave. no matter how much suspicion arises, no mater how many creeping doubts   &   growing distrust.  

// IND. NOAH FOSTER.  EST. JULY 2015 .

[truthseen]

grief sends signals to your spine, to your mind, to your heart. it combats the emptiness. but only one prevails  &  it is the one of familiarity. your almost lover has her life stolen in cold blood   & you’re back to normal before you can genuinely let it fester. you want to avenge her. but you’re weak. your voice serves the sole purpose of providing monologues, not for screaming. your hands are made for hacking the way to a solution, not for delivering a gunshot with the motive of self-defense. you aim to be brave but brave is the very last thing you are. you once heard that blood never truly washes off. the statement holds its truth. it stained their skin so easily. their innocence is an hourglass that is slowly but surely reaching the bottom. it’s not over   &   you know it. you were spared during the course of the first massacre   & deep down you know exactly why. but you see the good in her. she’s your best friend. you refuse to let the thought settle into your mind   &  escape the pit it currently resides in. be blind, not brave. no matter how much suspicion arises, no mater how many creeping doubts   &   growing distrust.  

// IND. NOAH FOSTER.  EST. JULY 2015 .

[truthseen]

grief sends signals to your spine, to your mind, to your heart. it combats the emptiness. but only one prevails  &  it is the one of familiarity. your almost lover has her life stolen in cold blood   & you’re back to normal before you can genuinely let it fester. you want to avenge her. but you’re weak. your voice serves the sole purpose of providing monologues, not for screaming. your hands are made for hacking the way to a solution, not for delivering a gunshot with the motive of self-defense. you aim to be brave but brave is the very last thing you are. you once heard that blood never truly washes off. the statement holds its truth. it stained their skin so easily. their innocence is an hourglass that is slowly but surely reaching the bottom. it’s not over   &   you know it. you were spared during the course of the first massacre   & deep down you know exactly why. but you see the good in her. she’s your best friend. you refuse to let the thought settle into your mind   &  escape the pit it currently resides in. be blind, not brave. no matter how much suspicion arises, no mater how many creeping doubts   &   growing distrust.  

// IND. NOAH FOSTER.  EST. JULY 2015 .

[grievability-blog]

guys................,,,,,,,,,,,,, don't drag me for this but i'm probably gonna remake noah again before the s2 premiere on monday. i've just been feeling really Yikes about many things  &  that all came to the surface tonight and i just want to be comfortable and happy and all that. new url too. i'm really sorry for the inconvenience  &  i'm so sorry i have made all of you wait for drafts & etc for so long. i can 100% promise that no one will have to rewrite starters for me when i relocate. i love you guys i'm sorry i'm a mess omg but <3

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let me say this once and only once

you are not an elitist if you have a graphic heavy theme.

you are not an elitist for being selective/private/exclusive/etc.

you can have a very nice theme and put just as much effort into your writing as you did making your theme.

there is no one better or worse for having a different preference or running your blog a different way.

and you’re allowed to have your thoughts on it, that’s okay.

you’re allowed an opinion, you’re allowed to run your blog the way you want, and you’re allowed to have preferences, so is everyone else. and that’s okay.

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new theme courtesy of manu / @battlehardened​ :’)

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“ The film which you are about to see is an account of the tragedy which befell a group of five youths.  It is all the more tragic in that they were young. But, had they lived very, very long lives, they could not have expected nor would they have wished to see as much of the mad and macabre as they were to see that day. “ i’m watching texas chainsaw massacre  &  having a good time when this quote......,,,,, gives me lakewood six vibes 

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happy……..,,,,,, munday / scream comes back next week

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blog under construction for a bit because love of my life manu is making me a pretty theme background so i can escape minimalist hell : )

[fratboything-blog]

                               ( JAKE IS THE KILLER. )

         independent / selectively written jake fitzgerald from mtv’s scream. established june 2015.

                                     ❛ penned by c.

[grievability-blog]

you are sixteen    &   an avid fan of the macabre. bloodshed is something that you have never personally witnessed   &  never exactly plan to. it makes it all the more enthusing. you are a bit unnerving in your knowledge, certainly  irritating to those around you due to a brazen  tongue   &   a lack of a filter. but, you are innocent. you have no  dea whatsoever that youth runs on an hourglass that you are blissfully unaware of. the evening nina patterson is murdered is the spark that ignites it.

you are sixteen when you are forced to be a witness to death. it’s not like the movies. you hear your almost lover take her last breath. you are the sole witness to her last words. crimson is a pool surrounding her corpse. when she places her cellphone down atop the roof, you see it all. you are only sixteen when you are forced to feel genuine grief for the very first time. it eats away at you. it takes hold of your lungs   &   chokes you from the inside. you don’t sleep that night. or the next. sometimes, even now, you can still see that pool of blood when you close your eyes late at night.

you are seventeen. three months have passed since a gunshot signified the end of terror’s reign. the lakewood slasher is rotting somewhere in wren lake but one question remains. it won’t leave you alone. you possess an inability to move forward. you are begging for the truth but soon you will wish that you had stayed away. you are seventeen when you watch your best friend stab a boy. you watch the look in her eyes. you watch him fall to the floor with pain on his face   &   a hand to a gushing wound. you can smell the blood.    ( o’riley dear riley how are our stars looking my best friend may be a murderer no one is safe no one is innocent anymore )

IND. NOAH FOSTER. WRITTEN BY MEGAN.

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happy........,,,,,, munday / scream comes back next week

[wordsnquotes]

The honest to God truth is that I’m mad at myself. I should’ve known better.

Miranda Kenneally, Racing Savannah (via wordsnquotes)

[grievability-blog]

❜      i’m  fine     just, you know, a mild panic attack. the usual.       ❜    his lungs wouldn’t be able to inhale enough oxygen if they tried.  the anxiety  &  fear still remains within his chest.   it’s a blossoming ache that refuses to disappear  &  lingers in his system. another intake of breath, a fake smile plastered onto face.   // open starter !