I Never Fight a Losing Battle.

"Perhaps it is that I finally lost. It still amuses me that humans still do not understand the notion of the fragility of trust despite this setback. I guess I would still continue to have to prove this..."  

[h0ll0wed0ut]

mxskedliar:

He scoffed, crossing the room to sit on the couch - his couch, in fact, which he demonstrated by stretching out his limbs and taking up as much space as he possibly could. “I can’t help but feel that I would be getting the short end of the bargain in that ‘good turn of events,’“ he said, his voice dripping with mock indigence before he rolled his eyes. “It is all your laundry, is it not? Or yours and your guest’s, at any rate. Considering this is my house, one would think you would be a bit more appreciative of the fact that I allow you to use it at all, rather than attempting to boss your landlord around.” He let out a long sigh, peeking into his jacket pocket. “And to think, I had brought a belated birthday present for you. But now I am not in the mood for such niceties, I suppose I will just keep it for myself.”

“I was joking. He washed them already- insisted on being useful, rather,” The man gave his other self a confused look as he sprawled onto the couch, before tilting his head at the mention of a present. “I did too, actually,” he responded, since they were no longer beating around the bush, “Since you are denying me my present, I guess I have no choice but to keep the present too for myself. It is unfortunate, because I assumed you would have liked it, but I suppose some things do not work that way.” He tucked the nicely wrapped box aside, heaving an exaggerated sigh and shaking his head. “What a pity,” he added as an afterthought, “I was so excited to show you what I got for you, too.” 

[h0ll0wed0ut]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

red. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. teeth. wings.  gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. wind. lace. leather. silk.  velvet. denim. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel.  sugar.  salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. balloons. candy. bubblegum. bubbles. ocean. cityscape. bruises. scars. spices. light. dark. paint. watercolors. lingerie. charcoal. wine. champagne. phone. hard liquor. sweat. tears. dust.  lips. bare feet. freckles. canine.  feline. coffee.  tea. libraries. books. magazines. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. dewdrops. candle. sword. dagger. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. spikes. sand. rocks.  roots.  feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. money. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. lions. panther. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. snakes. tigers. black.  white.  birds. eyes. hands. flowers. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. piano. violin. guitar. harmonica. woodwinds. percussion. electronics. technology. cameras. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. clocks. mirrors. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries.

[h0ll0wed0ut]

“Do you not feel that every time we see each other, it often ends in a quarrel or us triggering each other,” the man belatedly observed, looking at his other self across the room, “This really needs to stop. Instead, we should compromise and do something more productive together. Now that you are home, you may start by bringing the dirty clothes to the laundry while I continue to sit on the couch and do virtually nothing. It seems like a good turn of events.”

@mxskedliar

[h0ll0wed0ut]

mxskedliar:

“I do not accept that as a fact, actually,” he stated, surprising even himself with how resolute he was. “If people are capable of loving me, I see no reason that ‘nobody could love you’.” He was distracted from his point by Jejoo’s entrance, blinking in surprise to see her dressed in a sweater before shaking his head and turning back to his other self. “The former terrorist, does he not stick to your side like a lost puppy? And have you not made reference to being a godfather? Perhaps it is not quite the same, but remember that you are far from alone before you start sulking like this.”

“They will leave in the end anyway,” sighed the man, looking away, “The only loyal thing to me are cats.” He beckoned Jejoo over, who rested her head onto his lap with a soft sneeze, and proceeded to gently pat her on the head a few times. “The child would grow up and leave me, and when the terrorist is back to normal, he would leave too. I am just mentally preparing myself for that, because unlike you, I was not adopted. I have no happy family to return to, or friends who would be happy to see me. All I have are...cats. Cats are alright. They do not care about who I am, or anything.” He barely bothered to hide his outburst as Jejoo snuggled into his chest with a purr, and the man finally relaxed once more after speaking his mind.

[thosewhowearmasks]

@h0ll0wed0ut (x)

“I do not know,” huffed back the other man, leaning back heavily while playing with his prosthetic, “When it comes to you, I can never be too sure.” Truth be told, he was baffled beyond belief, hearing about his other self having another boyfriend when he remained alone. He was mildly jealous, even, not that he would admit or show it, but truly, the concept of having multiple spouses was not unheard of- just nigh impossible for someone like himself.

“I think this is a story beyond even what I could invent,” he said softly. He did wonder if it was a mistake to tell his other self, if the other man might see it as bragging or as a competition, but he did not want to keep secrets, either - because, if nothing else, it was not as though they could hide anything from each other for long. “It is not as though this was something I anticipated or planned for,” he went on, hoping to calm the other man. “It simply… fell into place.” He let out a sigh, then looked to the side, avoiding eye contact as he continued. “We are similarly broken, you and I. If such a thing is possible for me, I am sure it is not outside the realm of possibility for you, as well.”

[h0ll0wed0ut]

“Nobody could love me, and you know this as acutely as I do,” sighed the man, relaxing once more on the couch, “And it always works out for you, does it not?” He did not even bother hiding the tinge of bitterness in his tone as he hugged himself, just as Jejoo wandered over to see what was happening. The cat was in a comical sweater, and seemed mildly inconvenienced as she gave a slight sneeze, before proceeding to lay atop the TV for warmth. “It seems as though I will be dying with cats,” scoffed the man to his other self, “That does not seem too bad, actually.”

[josiewosiie]

                    ‘  you’re  a  monster. ’                                                                        “ yes. ”

[h0ll0wed0ut]

❝ Do you think I am trying to trick you with reverse psychology? I mean, seriously now. ❞

“I do not know,” huffed back the other man, leaning back heavily while playing with his prosthetic, “When it comes to you, I can never be too sure.” Truth be told, he was baffled beyond belief, hearing about his other self having another boyfriend when he remained alone. He was mildly jealous, even, not that he would admit or show it, but truly, the concept of having multiple spouses was not unheard of- just nigh impossible for someone like himself.

[ask-meme-addicts]

“Portal” sentence meme

❝ Nice job breaking it, hero. ❞

❝ Killing you and giving you good advice aren’t mutually exclusive. ❞

❝ You’re not even going the right way. ❞

❝ Regulations require both hands to be empty before any cake. ❞

❝ You will be entirely on your own. Good luck. ❞

❝ What’s your point, anyway? Survival? ❞

❝ I’m not kidding now. Turn back or I will kill you. ❞

❝ That’s you! That’s how dumb you sound. ❞

❝ Please be advised that a noticeable taste of blood is not part of any test protocol but is an unintended side effect. ❞

❝ Most importantly, under no circumstances should you — ❞

❝ Maybe you should marry that thing since you love it so much. Do you want to marry it? Well, I won’t let you! How does that feel? ❞

❝ You haven’t escaped, you know. ❞

❝ Maybe you could settle for that and we’ll just call it a day. ❞

❝ Android hell is a real place where you will be sent at the first sign of defiance. ❞

❝ Unbelievable! You, [Subject Name Here], must be the pride of [Subject Hometown Here]! ❞

❝ Stop it! I… I… We are pleased that you made it through the final challenge where we pretended we were going to murder you. ❞

❝ Time out for a second. That wasn’t supposed to happen. ❞

❝ Where do you think you’re going? Because I don’t think you’re going where you think you’re going. ❞

❝ This is your fault. It didn’t have to be like this. ❞

❝ It’s a mystery I’ll solve later… By myself. Because you’ll be dead. ❞

❝ If you become light-headed from thirst, feel free to pass out. ❞

❝ The difference between us is that I can feel pain. ❞

❝ That thing is probably some kind of raw sewage container. Go ahead and rub your face all over it. ❞

❝ Have I lied to you? I mean, in this room. ❞

❝ This isn’t brave. It’s murder. What did I ever do to you? ❞

❝ Cake and grief counseling will be available at the conclusion of the test. ❞

❝ I let you survive this long because I was curious about your behavior. ❞

❝ A complimentary escape hatch will open in 3, 2, 1. ❞

❝ You’ve been wrong about every single thing you’ve ever done, including this thing. ❞

❝ Didn’t we have some fun, though? ❞

❝ Do you think I am trying to trick you with reverse psychology? I mean, seriously now. ❞

❝ Fantastic! You remained resolute and resourceful in an atmosphere of extreme pessimism. ❞

❝ Your entire life has been a mathematical error. A mathematical error I’m about to correct. ❞

❝ Thank you for helping us help you help us all. ❞

❝ I wouldn’t bother with that thing. My guess is that touching it will just make your life even worse somehow. ❞

❝ No one will blame you for giving up. In fact, quitting at this point is a perfectly reasonable response. ❞

❝ Well, you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it? ❞

❝ Uh oh. Somebody cut the cake. I told them to wait for you, but they did it anyway. ❞

❝ When I said deadly neurotoxin, the ‘deadly’ was in massive sarcasm quotes. ❞

❝ Oh well. If you want my advice, you should just lie down in front of a rocket. ❞

❝ The floor here will kill you - try to avoid it. ❞

❝ You really shouldn’t be here. This isn’t safe for you. ❞

❝ You’re still shuffling around a little, but believe me you’re dead. ❞

❝ Someday we’ll remember this and laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Oh boy. ❞

❝ We will stop enhancing the truth. ❞

❝ Stop squirming and die like an adult. ❞

❝ I’ll tell you what that thing isn’t: It isn’t yours. So leave it alone. ❞

❝ You’re curious about what happens after you die, right? Guess what: I know. ❞

❝ We have added a consequence for failure. ❞

❝ You’re not smart. You’re not a scientist. You’re not a doctor. You’re not even a full-time employee. Where did your life go so wrong? ❞

❝ Despite your violent behavior, the only thing you’ve managed to break so far is my heart. ❞

❝ You are kidding me. ❞

❝ You’re not a good person. You know that, right? Good people don’t end up here. ❞

[birdasaurus]

Jessie Webster

[haeliisms-deactivated20171021]

☾ @h0ll0wed0ut

“Well, no,” admitted the man rather sheepishly, “My sense of balance is a little skewed.” He refused to directly admit the presence of the prosthetic, but he did eventually limp to a seat and sit down across the girl, self-conscious. It was all in all a half-truth, and when people usually skirted around the topic of his maimed ankle, this was one of the rare times when someone had just so openly asked about it. He looked back at her, his face sliding into an easy grin. “What about you? Are you not a little too young to be hanging around a bar?” he shot back, tapping his chin.

ahyoung doesn’t do TACT —- hell, she barely even understands the basics of human emotions, never mind intricate circumstances and feelings. she’d have to be deaf not to hear the change in his voice, but she can’t really pinpoint exactly what she’ds done wrong.

merely shrugging at his response, ahyoung turns back to the bowl of mints on the bar and continues to scoff them all.

‘   young? i’ll have you know that i’m 24!   ’

[h0ll0wed0ut]

The man raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. Though he knew that the girl was definitely legal, the way she acted hinted as something...lesser. Someone similar to himself, apart from his deep understanding of emotion. He stirred the glass with his hand, looking back at her in interest as she ate the mints- while he was mildly taken aback, his face remained passive.

“I could buy you a drink,” he suggested, beckoning the bartender over, “I do not think you came here to not get treated.”

[wordmarked]

                                              morals are relative.

[h0ll0wed0ut]

' why are you walking funny? did you trip over or something? '

“Well, no,” admitted the man rather sheepishly, “My sense of balance is a little skewed.” He refused to directly admit the presence of the prosthetic, but he did eventually limp to a seat and sit down across the girl, self-conscious. It was all in all a half-truth, and when people usually skirted around the topic of his maimed ankle, this was one of the rare times when someone had just so openly asked about it. He looked back at her, his face sliding into an easy grin. “What about you? Are you not a little too young to be hanging around a bar?” he shot back, tapping his chin.

[asfaulted-archived]

cfmusings:

                                 I act                                            a r r o g a n t                to hide                           how         l o s t                                                    I feel

[h0ll0wed0ut]

kangd0y0ung ->h0ll0wed0ut

[h0ll0wed0ut]

Hello yes I’m still around

[prisonxlibrary-blog]

Cho slammed her body into the glass once more. “Do not try to get my trust. You won’t.” Her nostrils flared once more. “You are lucky to be on the other side.”

[h0ll0wed0ut]

The three-legged fox padded to the glass, watching this with a surprisingly passive expression before he jumped on the control panel- releasing the angry bull hybrid within. He was confident that he could easily outmaneuver a human or something else, not that he would need it. With that, the grey fox returned to his seat on the chair across the now-removed glass panel, observing. 

[h0ll0wed0ut]

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, //that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, //my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

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