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don't empty out your canteen on the desert floor. (independent oc. written by kayleigh since december 25, 2014.)

[ghostliight-archive-blog]

-white girl in high school voice- haha i really hate fake people :)

[officialunitedstates]

Don’t ever fall in love with me.  I will learn how to do origami just so I can make you a swan every morning and lay it gently on your forehead so when you wake up and roll over you crush it and feel bad that you did that.  Don’t ever fall in love with me.

[hollowedson]

   “get away from me.”

[jinniology-blog]

    “if we’re not bros anymore, then what do you care? huh?”

[jinniology-blog]

[jinniology-blog]

unlike humans, jinn knowingly possess free will. that’s why two humans sitting in a classroom can freely debate its existence, while two jinn cannot. while a human can live their life on the edge, breaking rules without knowing whether or not a miracle will save them, a jinni depends on every single choice, as it affects them up to the end of their days. sometimes they will sit, utterly alone, and think about what they ate for breakfast, whom they granted wishes to, why they thought something minuscule was a good idea even though it took place weeks ago. when you were born of smokeless flame and will continue to live until the death of the world, your free will is everything. your free will is your passport. you will never stop thinking about it until you are taken away.

[jinniology-blog]

-anjam voice- bro but remember the good ol’ days when us jinn could sit in the lowest heaven and eavesdrop on people? bro...

[hollowedson]

     fuck the man! *accidentally actually fucks the man*

[jinniology-blog]

    “nowadays i’m. like. too modern, less traditional. which is why i’m thinking about selling my apartment and hanging around the bathroom in the taco bell again instead, like in the good ol’ days.”

[alabast-r]

[hollowedson]

   ”…” he stares at a small spot near anjam’s feet, blinking away the stinging in his eyes. silence overcomes the room, khalid’s breathing so shallow that he can’t hear it, restless fingernails picking at loose skin on his knuckles coming to a stop. “okay.” he takes a strong, deep breath and stands, pushing his hair away from his face. “fine. i? i get it, bro. i’m— gonna go.” 

[jinniology-blog]

    "no, stop," he manages, because being an asshole probably won't do either of them much good right now. anjam walks over and sits beside him, pulling him back down with a hand that's forceful, but gentle. "just--like, if you need to talk to me or whatever, i... i got you, man. so, uh... yeah. let's drop the shit for now."

[jinniology-blog]

i've been too lazy to rp all day but u should all follow my personal lmao

[jinniology-blog]

me: -is literally disgusted by khalid and anjam-

[rhaegara]

[jinniology-blog]

Dashboard Theme: Blue Hydrangeas in the Garbage Pile of Tumblr

this is the new-and-improved version of my original dashboard theme. the original is still available, but it has a few bugs because tumblr won’t stop updating. @staff literally fight me

this is a tumblr dashboard theme that implements the Stylish extension. you must have Stylish installed in order to use this. also, it’s important to note that this theme isn’t perfect, but I’m going to try my best to update the code to fix any errors I come across. let me know if you need any help!!

[hollowedson]

[craignaisarchive-deactivated201]

"its complicated."

"it depends. i could end it. but i like my job."

[jinniology-blog]

    "good--cool. because i need to live for, like, a super long time yet."

[todenyarchive-blog]

and to think she was having such a pleasant day, but masha cannot be helped if she echoes his expression (and hers is pulling, like a marionette string sewn to the corner of her lip), as she sits. “you are aware that no one owns cars in cities, yes?” barring the very rich, which masha (shockingly, perhaps) is not. weapons and passports and health care are expensive.

[jinniology-blog]

   "i could own a car if i really wanted to,” anjam refutes, “but i can’t drive. i don’t even have to be taking the bus right now, but the people-watching is my favorite part of living here sometimes.” his shrug is simple, his smile jovial and free. it’s a wonder that he can even smile like this in such a gray place—when he belongs to the gold of the sun and the midnight eggplant of the sky. “how’ve you been, anyhow?”

[jinniology-blog]

howdy

[tauhreliil--archive-deactivated]

          DON’T TRY TO                                        DON’T TRY TO             STOP ME!                                        HELP ME!

              JUST GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!