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Looking for places to talk to the dead in the middle of the desert.
The first thing I did when I moved to Vegas? I went to a Deftones concert.
Moved to Las Vegas!
I'M BEING BULLIED BY SOMEONE I USED TO CALL A FRIEND.
Me, on my knees before my boyfriends:
Will you commit arson with me? 🥺
I can't believe I still remember my log in info. Anyways. Not dead. Still in the frozen north of Alaska. Still suffering with the trails of life and all the bullshit it keeps throwing at me. Also still causing problems for the general public. Why they let me go out unsupervised, I have no idea.
I swear I'm a serious line cook. Also I had to move into a new apartment so that was stressful. Still alive though. Miss you guys.
I haven't written anything because MY FUCKING LAPTOP is still dead to the world, but yet I still manage to get a hoard of bots that apparently don't realize I'm hella gay. Ladies put those fake titties away. Anyways look what I saw last night when I was smoking on my front porch.
Heyo! So I broke my laptop screen and I don't know when I'll be able to pay for it to be fixed since it is a Mac. You know how greedy that company is. Anyways, here's a picture of my new haircut.
@hebled gets a starter because they’re lovely
“ merry christmas, look what i got ya ! need a hint ? it’s my sparkling personality. ” dean feels only slightly bad about showing up unannounced, but considering how long he’s been missing many of the people he’s become acquainted with probably assumed he was dead. that was something dean wouldn’t want to put on those he considered friends. besides, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s come back from the dead. he had a reputation to uphold ! “ c’mon, give me a hug. been a while since i got to see that pretty face of yours. ”
how are you ruined ?
ruined by fury
you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.
tagged by the beautiful @hebled
hunter, alcoholic, brother, soldier ; you were raised with the song of bullet casings hitting the floor and grew into the sound of shot glasses hitting the table. childhood: learning how to hold the pencil right –– - how to hold the needle right. following the dots of the cursive letters only prepared you for following the curves while binding together the cuts on your body. morning conditionings, filled with the low hanging fog that stuck to your skin, morning dew sparkling and lighting the way as you sprint for a mile.
you only have a minute left only a minute. time to grab water, steel your nerves, and keep yourself from never coming back. only a minute before you start running again ( feet slamming against the pavement, vaulting across the forest floor, flowing over open fields … a regular fucking globe trotter ) just to see how much f u r t h e r you could go.
and you’ll never stop running. there was no minute break in your life. not when you died and endured for thirty years, getting that saccharine taste of r e v e n g e for ten –– - a chance to lash out for everything the world has denied you. there was no break when you proved the heavenly host wrong for thinking you’d be their puppet, only learning that even in the future you’re not the man you wanted to be.
“ i heard drei died. sometimes, i can still hear their voice. ”
Me:
I swear I’m still alive. Just have a broken laptop. 😭
just another routine mission. why do they always say that before a mission ? of course it’s routine … you haven’t done anything yet. it’s everything that happens along the way , the choices you make , the paths you choose — that turn the routine … into anything but. of course … that’s how it started. a routine mission — answering a distress call. and look where that got me.
+ mutually exclusive john shepard. established 2020. written by elijah. 28. he / him.