HEY GUYZ!!!! My names Kal! Im a writer, a singer, a guitarist, etc.
I use she/they pronouns!!
I AM 17! Dont talk to me if you're like 30, weirdo!
I'm pansexual, an ENFP, Anyone can dm and interact here! (unless you are homophobic, racist, facist, all of the fucking evil shit, all basic DNI stuff)
[i WILL write drabbles for BANDOM. Won't write full fics though!]
Ready 4 more?
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⋆˙⟡ What are my interests? (Extra special interests in bold!)
MUSIC!
˙⋆✮ Fall out boy
⋆✴︎˚。⋆My Chemical Romance
⋆。°✩PANIC! at the disco
˙⋆✮Paramore
⟢Pierce the Veil
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Isles and Glaciers
˙⋆✮ Mindless Self Indulgence
⋆✴︎Most music from the 2010z!
٠࣪⭑Sleeping With Sirens
⋆。°✩Get Scared
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Hole
MUSICALS / PLAYS
˙⋆✮ Next To Normal
٠࣪⭑HADESTOWN
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Ride the cyclone
˙⋆✮Ordinary Days
٠࣪⭑The Great Gatsby
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Bonnie And Clyde
˙⋆✮Wicked
⋆。°✩Cabaret
٠࣪⭑Falsettos
⋆✴︎˚。⋆clue
⋆。°✩A Gentlemen's Guide to love and Murder!
٠࣪⭑Water For Elephants
MOVIES, SHOWS AND WEB SERIES
˙⋆✮Physc
⋆。°✩My little Pony - specifically Equestria Girlz
⋆。°✩Grave Encounters
٠࣪⭑Creep
⋆。°✩Breaking Bad
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Twilight
˙⋆✮The hunger games
˙⋆✮the starving games
٠࣪⭑Odd Thomas
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Scary Movie (all of them are peak)
⋆。°✩The blair witch project
٠࣪⭑Kevin Spencer
⋆✴︎˚。⋆The House
˙⋆✮ Gravity Falls
⋆。°✩ Marble Hornets
HOBBIES / MISC !
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Playing the Guitar!
˙⋆✮Theatre
⋆。°✩Dancing
˙⋆✮Writing.
✩‧₊˚Listening to music
٠࣪⭑Reading
⋆✴︎˚。⋆.Sewing
✩‧₊˚art in general
٠࣪⭑witchcraft
˙⋆✮quantum jumping
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Physics
٠࣪⭑Looking at pictures of frank Iero.
✩‧₊˚collecting vinyls (wanna start with CDs and comics!)
٠࣪⭑crafting
✩‧₊˚⋆✴︎˚。⋆fashion
˙⋆✮mincraft
✩‧₊˚Hades (the game)
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Sally Face
٠࣪⭑Creepypasta
˙⋆✮going to parties and concerts
٠࣪⭑FNAF
⋆✴︎˚。⋆Horror movies and all things paranormal!
★ˎˊ˗The killjoy comics!
SOME MORE STUFF ABOUT ME! ★ˎˊ˗
⋆✴︎˚。⋆I love physics and to read! (ask me about my favorite books!)
˙⋆✮Im actively trying to learn electric guiitar
⋆✴︎˚。⋆BANDOM. BANDOM. BANDOM SNAJANNAKM
I yap often!! If you want to be an anon all you have to do is ask!! Because I'm quite the yapper I'm gifting you some of my tags so you can organize my thoughts
# Does she ever shut up?
-Obviously for when I'm horny posting
#kal does drabbles
- self explanatory
# hello? Kal speaking!
-this is for when I shit post or just talk in general!
#Letters to me!
-for asks and anons and such!!
#Kal talks bandom / music
-This tag is for things about bandom obviously. The music one however though will be completely separate because I talk about LOTS of music!
Taken anons:
Anywhos, that's pretty much it!!! Send me an ask, be my friend, be my worst enemy, give me a reason to talk! BAIIIII
When I think of her, I feel my heart sink. My tears drip down my face, the face she said she loved so much. I see her in every splotch of purple that colors my world,I hear her in every song, I reach for her everytime. She reached back and for a moment her hand slipped into place with mine and I felt her again. I felt her in a different way, I wanted her, I wanted to grow with her, I wanted to walk with her until I couldn't feel my legs–but she did not want me that way, she wanted to regain something she lost instead of to find a new feeling in me. Now I lay in bed, untrusting of any hand that reaches to me, that begs to shelter me from the cold rain I soak my skin with. I am scared, I'm scared that they'll make me so happy and then decide that I'm not enough. And that assumption wouldn't be wrong, the dirty and rusty pieces of glass and plastic I have put in place of a girl I no longer know. I fear that for a moment someone will reach out to me and hold my in their palm and then crush me again, and ruin the scraps I've worked so vigorously to arrange into something "pretty". I wonder, if she put her hand to me again, would I take it? Would I be willing to hurt again just to know that for a moment she wanted me, or at the very least an idea of me. But the figment of me is better than the concept of someone else. It hurts me to know that she will move on from me, erasing me from her mind. I don't care if she hates me, as long as I still live in the mind I fell in love with. I hope she hates me, I hope she hates me so I dont ever have to lose her again. It hurts like an open wound, and the scar dripping blood against my worn white dress is in the shape of her name. Etched over my heart, I feel it with every beat, and my mind is forced to ring her name again. The name still falls from my mouth from quiet sobs to audible coos and pleads for her against my soft pillows and blankets. But I am alone, I am alone in this bed. And I will always be alone, I will never open my heart again. Not because I could only ever love her, but because love has only ever shut me out.