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INDIE FANDOMLESS OC [Selective • Private • Exclusive]

[malblake-blog]

Indie Bonnie McCullough from The Vampire Diaries book series. | Selective • Private • About

                             • Just dropping in to say that this is where I’m going to be along                                              Anne and Annabelle. xx Much love to you all. •

[malblake-blog]

INDEFINITE HIATUS

• Alright, so I hate this, and it hurts me more  than you know, given that Mal was the first character to even make me want to stick with tumblr rp but... remember when I said I would never let Mallory go?   Well... I feel like I must. the reality of it is that coming on here feels more like a task,   an obligation, than something I WANT to do. It feels like I’m forcing myself to,   &   my muse for her is not even truly existent anymore;   I don’t even know when the last time  I   r e p l i e d   to something  in  here was,   &   it just???  I don’t know,   it makes me feel like I’m just reblogging  things for reblogging,   &   it’s sad.    I don’t even like it anymore, so I’m going to be off.  Playing Mal was one of the best things I’ve done,   &   I’m SO   grateful for her story   &   the   f r e e d o m   it gave me to play parts of me,   as well as all the people  it  allowed  me  to   meet,   but my journey with her has come to an end. 

Thus, I say goodbye; I’m in no way leaving tumblr rp,   I still have Anne Boleyn, Annabelle Marloe  ( now my only OC ),    &   I’m in the  works of making a book version   of   Bonnie   McCullough   from   The   Vampire   Diaries   very  soon   ( because while Mallory is gone from my head,  my need to use Holland Roden as an FC  r e m a i n s ), so you are all free   &   welcome to follow  me over on those places.    Much love to all 500+ people that stuck with me up ‘till now,   &   if you still want me around, just follow me on those three other girls. Thank you; forever, thank you. 

Goodbye. x •

[onlylyrics]

Sometimes quiet is violent

Car Radio, Twenty One Pilots (via onlylyrics)

[wnq-writers]

My heart’s feelings wage war with my mind’s judgement, and I am the casualty.

dantherager (via likethcrns)

[florhalmist]

[churchofsuffering]

[ashkenazis-deactivated20161127]

[mischiefxchaos]

Visit Original Link

[skaiforged-deactivated20160701]

i’m gonna  fight ‘em off a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back

[thismyheart]

[s-a-e-c-u-l-u-m-deactivated2025]

[literarymiscellany]

I’m cold and my footsteps echo like a verdict, spoken by an entire nation, Guilty, guilty.

Ai, “Knock, Knock,” Vice. (via literarymiscellany)

[ofrxyal]

          I do not say that I have always borne towards the King the humility which I           owed him,  considering his  k i n d n e s s   &  the great honour he showed           me  &  the great   RESPECT   he always paid me;    I admit too, that often I            have taken it into my head to be   jealous   or him…     But may God be my                                     witness if I have done him any other wrong.

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[pleatedly]

[sevastopoltales-deactivated2021]

She uses a knife for punctuation.

American Surrealist poet, J. Karl Bogartte | from “Auré”  (via lesgardenias)

[wnq-writers]

The way you look is angelic; however, the way you touch is sinful.

dantherager (via dahlia–noir)

[lazy-bae]

You said that you feel nothing; Then why does that nothing Break your heart?

trying to understand my thoughts (via parasitiisms)

[fables-of-the-reconstruction-de]

I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.

Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies  (via reichandwrong)