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[leftlimp]

      tell  him  his   kid  brother   was  sorry  he  never  got  to   pay  him  back   for  all  the  times  he   stood  up  for  me .

[leftlimpleft]

ok i realized i was getting overwhelmed every fuckin time i logged onto jeff bc of the amount of things i owe ??  just 70+ drafts and messages is like . .. .     tooo much .  i want to write with all of you and a lot of the debate of whether or not i would just start over had to do with that, because i feel horrible for dropping what was on this blog.  so i’m moving, same url, and dropping everything save for a few threads w kari tbh.  if there’s a thread that we have that YOU would like to continue, just let me know !!  i’m only dropping everything bc a lot of it is pretty old.  i’m hoping that this move will help revive jeff’s muse and over all help me feel calmer on tumblr again.  

 i’ll reblog it  abunch when i finally make a promo but you can now find jeff over @leftlimp

[leftlimpleft]

ok i realized i was getting overwhelmed every fuckin time i logged onto jeff bc of the amount of things i owe ??  just 70+ drafts and messages is like . .. .     tooo much .  i want to write with all of you and a lot of the debate of whether or not i would just start over had to do with that, because i feel horrible for dropping what was on this blog.  so i’m moving, same url, and dropping everything save for a few threads w kari tbh.  if there’s a thread that we have that YOU would like to continue, just let me know !!  i’m only dropping everything bc a lot of it is pretty old.  i’m hoping that this move will help revive jeff’s muse and over all help me feel calmer on tumblr again.  

 i’ll reblog it  abunch when i finally make a promo but you can now find jeff over @leftlimp

[oneknot]

hello angels i’ve been mia most of this week and tbh i really am Not Okay physically or mentally at this point. i’ve gotten to a point where i am getting physically sick every single day because i work myself up so much. my anxiety is so horrible and i’m doing my best to get better. i talked to my therapist yesterday and am going to my primary doctor tonight to see if there’s something more than just anxiety wrong with me. my stomach is constantly in knots, i haven’t been to work in two and a half days and i just constantly feel like a wreck. i come onto tumblr to express myself and surround myself with things and PEOPLE that i truly care about both as writing partners and as people and so i feel so horrible saying i don’t have any idea what my activity is going to look like in the future. but these constant overwhelming feelings of anxiety and nausea and just not really feeling like myself are becoming too much to handle. a lot of my anxiety’s have to do with stuff going on irl so i know that they’re not completely out of nowhere, but until i can get myself into a better situation physically and more importantly, mentally, i’m going to step back. i’ll still check in primarily on amy ( @wonknot ) so if you ever need to get in touch with me send me an im t/here. i love you all so much honestly and i can not possibly tell how appreciatiave i am to have so many wonderful writing partners and people in my life.

[oneknot]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄 :   who  were  you  before  the  world  killed  you?

[oneknot]

hello it’s not munday and i’m tired but i feel like i havent posted pictures of myself in a while so Here .

[heiritea]

     he’s a sole survivor .  you can see it on his face , in his bones , defined by his lonely blood that sings for those who share it , but whom have been reclaimed by the earth that bore them .   yet even from the ashes and the dust , even gold can glimmer , and heir apparent is he—  little orphan prince ! 

[leftlimpleft]

a v close friend of mine just told me super serious news and i literally responded with a meme

[leftlimpleft]

i feel v ???  free n comfortable on amy so that’s where u can find me! @wonknot

[leftlimpleft]

w h a t

[leftlimpleft]

idk the context to this scene but it’s a mood

[leftlimpleft]

this was lucy and jeff’s first dance song and u bet ur ass it was cheesy as fuckin hell

[leftlimpleft]

me Two Days Ago: i’m not making any new blogs i’m barely on this one i need to just focus on jeff and making icons

me Now: what if i made an apocalypse oc. ... .. . . .. ....

[leftlimpleft]

“rick’s brother, jeff, is my age. i’m two years younger than rick. i met his brother senior year of high school”

“it started with the brother? i’m all ears”

“it’s nothing like that... we were friends.”

[leftlimpleft]

walkers are smart enough to pick up bricks and use them to break through the stores glass but walk past the group hiding under their cars ??

[leftlimpleft]

RICK  GRIMES .

HEAD NODS SLOWLY and there’s a comfort in the feel of his brother’s hand upon his shoulder. Rick doesn’t know what to say, at first, letting a brief silence stretch between them. “M’okay,” he knows Jeff won’t BUY that but opening up about his pain has never been a strength. Rick usually keeps his emotions held close, even around family – not wanting to burden others, and honestly, not even sure how to put what he feels into WORDS in the first place. There’s too much left to do, not a lot of room for letting himself fall apart.  Despite being weighed down by guilt and loss – a loss no parent should know – he can’t help trying to keep his head up, mind focused on the fight left to be had. “I WILL be,” he adds in a low voice, gaze finally shifting to meet his brother’s. 

            in  another  life   jeff   would   have   laughed   in   his   brother’s   face   for   giving   such   a   bullshit   response .      one filled with less sorrow and loss .   now ,   he gladly would have accepted   any   of the following :   angry ,    pissed off ,   furious ,   sad ,   heartbroken ,    quite possibly dead  inside .    but  okay ?     an emotional recluse ,   a title   both   grimes boys share   humbly .   and as much as jeff tried to poke and  prod  he knew it was   next - to - useless ,   that rick was a   man’s man   and he’d deal with blow after blow but   brush  it  off    because there was still work to be done .   jeff both admired and  despised  that about him .   instead ,   head nods solemnly and fingers squeeze once .   as much as the loss killed jeff he could not   begin   to   imagine   the grief that rick was feeling ,   how it was   tearing him apart   from the inside out .

         ❛   you  got  people  here ,   rick .   ❜      though he sounds so hopelessly hopeful ,   brows furrowed .      ❛   don’t  try  to  do  everything  by   yourself .   let   me   help  you ,   tell  me  what   i   can  do .   ❜

[leftlimpleft]

hi just now i thought my brother was being really deep on twitter but he was just quoting an eminem song