MOVED.

independent oc. based off blurryface. **horror themes as told by mingo.

[killinmind-blog1]

AHH : i’m shit at maintaining blogs but i love blurry with all my heart. his is now located HERE 

[myfairgolightly]

[killinmind-blog1]

someone kick my ass to finish blurry’s fucking pages. 

[sheet-masks]

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oh funk

anon                   ..

                                       ❛   no hablo ingles.   ❜    

[horror-season-deactivated201711]

Hush (2016)

[elis-kefir]

[killinmind-blog1]

beafraid. *

                        ❛              what  gave  it  away    ?      the  NYC  shirt  or  the  vague  smell  of  ash,     brimstone     &      death   ?            ❜         hands  clasp,      hell  entwining  in  his  veins,      ancient  blood  harking  to  the  call.   mischief’s  prominent  in  devilish  curve  of  mouth,       head  rising  to  level  stare.        ❛          oh,   i’m  not  here   for  you.         ❜      

          ❛   mm                   .. none of th’above. call it a stroke of luck.   ❜    plush lips produce scoffing before attention downcasts.      ❛   how shocking.  ❜    enthused sarcasm caresses  ;  truly, the man seemed to skyrocket himself to the top of everyone’s list.     ❛   question  ;  how does one even decide when shit goes south and someone’s buried six feet under damned? ‘s there some list or do y’all got spid-y senses.   ❜    

[killinmind-blog1]

timelesscreature. *

          ❛          an excellent observation.          ❜          applause is muted,  the pads of three fingertips barely tapping against adjacent palm.          supercilious is not her intention,  instead falling beneath hilarity’s guise.          ❛          trust me when i say the characters it garners are quite the coterie     ———     it’d be a shame for you not to be a part of the line-up.          ❜

          ❛   consider me flattered.   ❜    despite expression remaining lackadaisical in demeanor  ;  he’s gracious. there’s unspoken respect for her only. attention draw scattered around the room. much like nervous ticking, darkness remembers habits of his  (  once  )  light.     ❛   if you don’t mind me asking, what’s this place? i mean, i’m fairly local and i’ve heard of the cortez                     but..    ❜    there’s a shrug  ;     ❛                  yeah.    ❜    

[killinmind-blog1]

daddy uwu

anon. chris. 

                                                bye.

[lilbitlit-deactivated20241221]

where’s bae at

[mikelogan]

yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral

the world around us is burning but we’re so cold

[twenyonepilots]

bulletproof:in:black:.:

[killinmind-blog1]

knot me daddy

no. 

                       ❛   new phone.  ❜    

[azkati]

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timelesscreature replied to your post ( s )

DIE 

                                          wow .. how about you just run and go.

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           ❛   you’re not from around here, are you        ?   ❜    lackadaisical motion, head shifts offering shadow casted profile. twitching lip and there’s a smirk flickering beneath scowl. midnight, the baying hounds of hell deafen before he speaks once more.      ❛  don’t you have somewhere to be? don’t wanna fall away, now.  ❜    traversing, pivoting heel brings the man facing the other. expression  ;  recollection darkness.      ❛  this soul ain’t damned       yet.  ❜    

//                     * @beafraid gave the ♥ a click.