a great fire within ( ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ )

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me @ my dash:

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fatedtoendure replied to your photoset:got tagged for that twenty beautiful people meme,...

ok literally get the fuck away from me i feel so victimized by these just bye bYEEEEEEEEE

n O TIFFANY. lays down @ ur feet. handcuffs our wrists together. throws away the key. ur stuck wit h m e

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lydiaendures replied to your photoset:got tagged for that twenty beautiful people meme,...

YOU ARE LITERALLY SO BEAUTIFUL WHAT TO HECK

LAU R ASTOP I LO V EYO U

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got tagged for that twenty beautiful people meme, so here are the most recent selfies in my phone? ?? ? just a general psa that i don’t smile in selfies ever so this is the best you’re gonna get tb h ;~;

tagged by: compromisedasset

do i even know twenty people? ??: fatedtoendure, escapesfate, egxistichxn, lydiaendures, gemikai, parkerwitch, mxbprince, givenpurpose, oliverqxeen, flashiist, moveslikeaspider, ofsentencefragments, ofwickedaim

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            with blood on her hands that only she sees.

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bye, felicity.           bye, barry.

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[fairytalesques]

Lie: You are forgetting him. Bleeding him out of your veins, building castles around your heart. Truth: He is sinking into your skin – dust-brown hair and dimples, scars and stars tattooed upon his body, and you, reaching in the dark for a dream of a dream. Lie: He is soft enough to love from afar. His eyes are pools, or maybe oceans. Classical mythology born again. Truth: He is a firestorm, or a thunderstorm, or the sword in the stone. Impossible to wield unless you know the secret. Lie: You don’t know the secret.

dreamscapes | m.j.

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hawkbye:

mE??? in lo ve wtih…comIC BOOK CH ARCTR???? h aha no……taht woudl be ST UPID……comci bo ok cahrcter…..just drawgni……..

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“Do you remember me?”

hurt/wounded sentence meme

she wakes in a white room, laden with the scent of peroxide, tubes affixed to her arms. cognizance returns slowly, lashes skimming the tops of her cheeks when eyes finally open.

        but it’s his voice that inevitably reels her out of her stupor.

lips part in an attempt to respond, mouth moving, but no sound emits. her throat aches, as if she hadn’t spoken in months. she tries again; ignores the uncomfortable friction of vocal chords as she does so.

                                ’ where am i? what happened? ‘                                        ‘ what am i doing here? ‘

pulse hastens, which makes the attached monitor beep erratically at her side. frustration burns behind her eyes, void of any and all recollection. she looks to him for answers, gaze almost pleading, but thwarting realization makes her stomach sink.

the gentle cadence of his voice, the benevolence rooted amongst his features; as comforting as they were, are ultimately unfamiliar.

                                do you remember me?

she swallows to ease her dry throat. racks her brain for any indication. until———

                                     no.

                                                    ‘ sorry, i———— am i supposed to? ‘

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*jUMPS INTO GIVE U A COOKIE AND SAY* omfg i love love love your felicity. like aCTUAL felicity right here. i love u. *flees into the night*

oh go d i hope you don’t mind that i’m posting this but i just? ??? needed to put it into my keepsakes tag? ??? LIS T EN BREE. DONT MAK E ME C RY BC I HELLA WILL OK. THANK YOU SO MUCH OMFG WTF I LOVE U MORE

/melts into a puddle of goo and feels tbh

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“Are you all right?”

hurt/wounded sentence meme

        definitely not her finest moment.

she’s more than aware that someone as graceless as she is should not be running around town in five inch heels, but she’s already twenty minutes late for a meeting and can’t afford to spare any more time.

only a block and a half away from the office, ( so close. so freaking close. ) the heel of her shoe snags on uneven pavement and she tumbles onto the cement. hard. her glasses sit crooked on her nose, hair askew.

        for a second, she thinks she’s in the clear. but then she hears him.        embarrassment colors her cheeks.

                ‘ huh? me? oh yeah, i’m— i’m fine, i think. ‘

she straightens herself upright, hands smoothing down the front of her skirt. the damage wasn’t too bad; just a few scrapes on her knees and the sensitive skin of her palms.

a laugh, strained, departs from smeared lips as she slowly inches further away and into the direction of her office building.

                ‘ just—— just pretend you didn’t see that. ‘                                ‘ that definitely did not just happen. ‘

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Me: Treat yo self

My Bank Account: DO NOT TREAT YOURSELF

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Hurt/wounded sentence starters

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bloodymissmuffet:

"Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..." "The world's not as bad as you think it is." "Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal." "It hurts." "Call an ambulance!" "Help me." "Are you all right?" "No, stay with me. Stay awake." "Wake up!" "We need to get out of here." "Forget it." "I can patch you up. You'll be fine." "Stop complaining!" "Who did this to you?" "What are you doing in a hospital-- why are you bleeding?" "It's just a flesh wound." "What do you mean, you're okay?" "Put it down." "How did this one happen, exactly?" "If you didn't want her to slap you, you shouldn't've been an idiot." "Are you serious right now?" "Do you remember me?" "Do I know you?" "How are you feeling?" "Don't speak. Just.. look at me." "Keep your eyes open." "Look at me." "It's allowed to hurt." "I can't do this!" "Just let it happen." "I don't care. If it will save you, I'll do it." "I'd do ANYTHING to keep you alive so don't for a second tell me to not worry." "You're meant to be stronger than this." "Pull something out that will fix this. You always have something." "I'm not actually a doctor." "IS THERE A DOCTOR ON THE TRAIN?" "Stop moving." "Shut up for once, would you?"

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                              ❝     MY PAST IS MY OWN.   ❞