CRYING LIGHTNING

detective on the streets, criminal in the sheets.

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remodel..

i MOOOOOVED

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remodel..

tumblr lost my shit so i made a wholeass new blog merry christmas

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❛ i’m a genius. ❜ ( from spencer reid )

          “CONGRATULATIONS.”

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❛ i hate children, they’re gross. ❜ ( from damien )

          “people that like children are people that think they’ve           failed, and as a final grasp at achievement, attempt           to pass on what little knowledge they have to a           screaming grub.”

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[dailybuckybarnes]

Good thing I took care of that.

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In a room full of art I’d still stare at the mirror

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@lustfordxath

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consultingsister:

STARTER CALL – @invcstigation

“I’ll give you three hundred quid if you eat that whole.” 

          “darling, there’s a reason i prefer women.”

[docorwho]

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          “BRILLIANT!   i suppose i’ll just keep cleaning up              your messes, then?”

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ooc.     yall remember when we were in high school and we’d stay up til             like three am doing 1x1s and replies would come within five             minutes and we said “uwu” and “XD” unironically

            those were good times

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it’s also funny bc then someone would post “(OOC) i really wish i was dead” and everyone be like “no!! we luv u so much!! remember what dr who said <3″ but now someone says “ooc. lmao i wanna die” and everyone says “same” because we all grew up and are just trying to function while fantasizing about the sweet release of death

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ooc.     yall remember when we were in high school and we’d stay up til             like three am doing 1x1s and replies would come within five             minutes and we said “uwu” and “XD” unironically

            those were good times

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egoiidentity:

         he drinks her attention, soaks in every ounce of alertness she loses with each drip of intoxication and every moment from the beginning she invited him in. a contrast in her apparent home, a shadow, a silhouette so subtle, he lets her babble while his lips curve in amusement around his marlboro. “ mhm, seems like someone’s grown outta playin’ with puppets, hm? hope y'ain’t got’ too tired ‘a yer dead pals, though. ” circles her in slow strides, puffs of smoke obscuring his expression as he lazily casts his gaze through the room. “ oh, ’s as dandy as a'ways, hon’. keepin’ mahself an’ h e l l busy. ”

          “grown out?  me?  never. i’ve just grown tired.”  she kicks back              in her chair,  legs draped over the left armrest.  “we’ve not had              anything come in that reminded me of you----  taking on a new              angle, or just changing your style? i MISS making aquantinces              and finding we have a mutual friend.”    of course she’d gone               back to the morgue.    she couldn’t stand to not be busy,   and              she much preferred the DEAD to the LIVING.

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          THIS IS A STARTER CALL ! !