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[endlesskehlani]

[markedartiist-blog]

“I’m surprised you don’t have a hangover from last night.” Natalia says with the small hint of a smile across her lips while placing a glass of orange juice on the glass table beside the couch they had been sprawled over. She let’s out a soft sigh while standing up straight and tucking some hair behind her ear,

                        “Want some breakfast?” She kindly asks.

[musingstuff-deactivated20160531]

sad starters.

“you’re pushing me away.” “i’m sorry. i never meant to upset you.” “oh god, don’t cry. please don ‘t cry.” “don’t leave.” “i wish i could fix this.” “i love you but i wish i didn’t.” “i’ve been so selfish.” “i just wanted you to fix me.” “i never realized how much pain you’re going through.” “i’m still in love with you. i always have been.” “i fucked up. but i can make it right, if you let me.” “it didn’t seem like it, but i loved you. i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself felt like.” “is this it for us?” “why did you leave?” “i’m sorry i left.” “i feel like if you walk away now, it’s over between us.” “you deserve so much better.” “i didn’t break up with you because i wanted to. i was giving you a chance to find someone better.” “you think i want someone better, but i want you. all i’ve ever wanted is you.” “i’m sorry.” “will i ever see you again?” “you won’t see me again.” “it’s better this way.” “remember that everything i’ve done was for you. because i love you.” “i wanted to make it better.” “i thought i was helping you, but i ended up fucking myself over.” “i lost you. but the fucked up part about it all? i still need you.”

[wordsnquotes]

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald,

More Than Just A House 

(via wordsnquotes)

[markedartiist-blog]

@pretendcr Arms raise as hands gather up the upper half of her dark tresses to put it up into a half-assed pony tail. Her hands come to fall and rest into her lap,  sitting with her legs folded underneath her while a notebook and a pencil                                    was sat in front of her.

“You know there is a rumor that this place is haunted, and I agree... haunted                                with extraordinary BEAUTY!”

[teenagedream]

[memes-musings-rp-blog]

Send ‘Kiss’ + a number to kiss my muse...

…in the rain.

…in the house they just bought.

…on the nose.

…against a wall.

…before going to sleep.

…to wake them up.

…french.

…in their neck.

…on their forehead.

…on the cheek.

…out of happiness.

…to thank them.

…drunk.

…to suprise/confuse them.

…because you missed them.

…to comfort them.

…to stop them from rambling.

…angry.

…crying.

…as a dare.

…for the first time.

…to tell them you like them.

[andygrayselfie]

PSA

Because April 1st is coming up, I feel the need to mention that my blog will not contain “screamers” of any sort. No pound noises unexpected, no “flashers”, no “jump scares”; none of that nonsense

[everythingkehlani]

[endlesskehlani]

[son-of-eden]

Please reblog this if you’re someone who would be interested in roleplaying polyamorous relationships.

[markedartiist-blog]

ROSE:

“No, not personally. But I came here a few times. For drinks. It hurt my heart when I heard this place was gone now.”

They weren’t the only ones huddled around, looking at the remains of a once proud building. But where Rose was standing she was one of the few near this woman. She couldn’t say why she had come to stand so close to her. With it being so early in the evening she normally would have stayed to the shadows, but it didn’t feel right to do so now. Not when the owners had lost their livelihood. 

“I’m thinking of giving a donation. To help with all of the costs.” At first her words are spoken absently, but then she smiles to this woman, the one whom she had drifted towards, “I’m sorry for you losses, if you suffered any. It’s not a death I would wish on anyone. To burn…sorry. I left flowers for now, but it doesn’t seem to be enough, you know? I’m Rose. I feel terrible, but now I’m also thinking that I’ll have to find a new place to go. For solace and comfort. Care to join me on the hunt?”

   Natalia was silent as she listened to the female speak, yet her eyes remained on the damage, watching various people place flowers and pictures of the ones that had passed away in such a gruesome act. Finally, her head turns so she could look upon the features of the stranger she now stood beside, smiling softly at her mentioning a donation to help with all the repair costs.

      “I was planning on doing the same. Maybe doing a twenty-four hour tattoo marathon at my shop to raise money and give all the prophets earned to the owner.” It was the least she could do considering Eddy, the owner was always there for her during her occasional rough moments. “I did not lose anyone. I’m just an empath.” She chuckles lightly, “But I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Not even my worse enemy.” Burning had to be one hell of a way to go. The thought made her blood run cold, “I understand. My name is Natalia, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Rose.” She gives a kind smile with a light nod of her head. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear when prompt with the invitation to join her in searching for a new place in town.

                   “Hmm.. I don’t see why not. You’re lucky you caught me on a free day.” She jokes softly.

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@roselioncourt    Since when was Natalia a praying woman? Never. She was praying to a God she did not believe in, in hopes to ease the hearts of the loved one’s who had lost someone important in their lives due to the pub fire the other day. Her eyes slowly open and she looks at the charred ruins with a small ache in her heart. Natalia soon stood from her knees and brushed them off. She noticed someone come up from her peripheral vision, she glances towards them then back ahead,

                       “Did you know anyone that passed here” She asks softly, “If so, I am very sorry..”

[jxffrey-woods-deactivated201502]

fill out with muse info.

[markedartiist-blog]

name: Josephine Middleton  Natalia Dormer alias ( nicknames ): Natalia Dormer gender: Female. age: 25 date of birth: October 31 spoken languages: Hungarian, English, French, Italian, and Spanish. romantic preference: Pan-Romantic sexual preference: Pan-Demisexual occupation: Tattoo Artist/Artist criminal record: Murder Suspect (time was served.) disorders: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Severe Depression, Anxiety. eye color: Brown. hair color: Dark Brown. height: 5′5″ scars: She was numerous whip slashes and cuts along her back, faded scars on her wrist, a long scar on the lower right half of her stomach, and whiplashes along her upper-thighs. burns: None. overweight: No. underweight: No. color: Royal Purple song: Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You (Major Lazer Remix ft. Nyla & Kranium) food:  Meat Lovers Extra Cheese Pizza drink:  Strawberry Lemonade candy: Sour Starburst had sex: Yes.  had sex in public: No gotten pregnant: Yes. (However her ex was abusive and beat her to the point that she lost the child.) kissed a boy: Yes. kissed a girl: Yes. gotten tattoos: Yes. gotten piercings: Yes. smoked / drank / done drugs: Yes. / Yes. / Yes. (only medicational.) had a broken heart: Yes. been in love: Yes. needed surgery: No. stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes. a virgin: No. a cuddler: Somewhat. a kisser: Yes scared easily: Depends. jealous easily: No. trustworthy: Absolutely. single: Yes. (verse dependent) in a relationship: No. (verse dependent) considered mean: No. harmed themselves: Yes. thought of suicide: Yes. attempted suicide: No. wanted to kill someone: No. have / had a job: Yes.

[goldlexis]

[markedartiist-blog]

Be obsessed with yourself. Be obsessed with your life. Be obsessed with your skin, hair, feet, hands, eyes, your mind, soul, spirit.. Adore your flesh, kiss your scars, caress your imperfections. Some it comes easy to, others take time. Trust your own journey, happiness is in front of you. Eliminate comparison. Your Life wasn’t designed to be lived wishing it was someone else’s. Grab your board and ride your wave. Live everyday to its fullest potential, no matter what life it is.

[markedartiist-blog]

JAMES:

                                     He  can’t  remember  the  last  time  he  had  slept  for  longer  than  a  couple  of  hours. As  much  as  he  adored  the  thought  of  education  and  expanding  his  mind ,  school  had  reduced  him  to  nothing  more  than  purple  hues  under  his  eyes  and  naps  in  unfamiliar  places.

                                     ❛   It  was  good  until  you  arrived,   ❜   he  muttered.  With  a  throbbing  head,  he  couldn’t  catch  the  bitterness  being  laced  around  the  words in time.  After  a  slow  push  up  from  the  slouched  position  he  had  slid  into,  his  mind  had  cleared  enough  to  try  and  salvage  the  conversation.  ❛  It’s  good  you’re  here,  though.  Who  else  would  tell  me  if  I  have  drool  on  my  face,  right?  ❜

   His tone had caught her off guard. Though she thought her being there was rather innocent and would not be even the slightest bit distasteful, he said otherwise. A tattoo covered hand comes up and brush strands of dark hair behind her pierced ears.

       She watches him slowly push himself up to sit up properly in the chair. Her tongue run across her lips before shifting a little from side to side in her stance, then a light smile could be seen across her lips, “I would just throw a napkin at your face if that were to happen.” Of course she was teasing. He knew her well enough to know she would have waken him or at least wiped said drool off while trying not to wake him,

                                     “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll leave you alone if you want.”

[markedartiist-blog]

||. Okay, I am here. Like this and I will write you up a     small starter. Otherwise I will just be lurking. xx