prophetic

[gloryseen-deactivated20171111]

guess who’s back

[roisinlikesbooks]

Evidence I May Be A Ghost

Makes lots of wailing noises

Wakes everyone up in the middle of the nights making the stairs creak (while going to the kitchen to get snacks)

very pale

inability to move on

people want me to leave the house

atmosphere of fear and dread where ever I go

very cold

[ypoos]

[stygiac-deactivated20160715]

                     I JERK OFF WITH THIS HAND, AND I AM GOING TO SLAP YOU WITH IT.

[deep-sexts]

[heypegleg-blog]

Tonight a boy confessed that he thought I was terrifying and this was just the highest compliment I’ve ever received

[horrorandhalloween]

[nekatamocrvena-blog]

[cockbarff-deactivated20150220]

[muse-with-fuse]

bold your muse's preference!

[chtnr-blog]

go into the future/past never age physically/mentally lose your eyesight/hearing the first/last to die in a group have it constantly dark/light extreme cold/hot weather have ringing in your ear/see hallucinations the deep sea/far in outer space be apathetic/ignorant get even/over it always tell the truth/lie change the colour of your hair/eyes to kill/be killed give/take bad advice

[cupxd-deactivated20221005]

       Once again loose-limbed LOVE makes me tremble,                        the sweet-bitter, irresistible creature!

[prettyplanchette-archive]

i had intended to come back & write today but i had one too many tacos & cannot think straight. rip yennifer, rip me

[prettyplanchette-archive]

the semester’s winding down & i’ve only got about 5 weeks left s o as much as i’d like to be here, i can’t

[prettyplanchette-archive]

hellishsuggestion:

you think you can control me? you think you can contain me? you think i respect you? my will is unshakable, my anger is unlimited, and you are a fool.

[prettyplanchette-archive]

( upchuckfactor )

@prettyplanchette || starter call.

     ❝ yennifer, can i tell you something without you thinking      i’m  incredibly  BATSHIT?  ❞  so  she   never   thought   she’d      actually  consider  telling  someone   about   the   three   dead       people following her around like magnets and popping in and      out as they please. but she’s already been caught murmuring       ‘ to herself ‘ four times by her, and has been caught randomly      blurting out the name heather TWICE  without  mcnamara  or      duke in sight. if yennifer were to not believe her,  all  it  would      really do aside  from  making  her  feel  like  crap  would  be      cause her to perhaps lose a friend or to be called crazy. and      if yennifer were to SPREAD this, she’d just be known as the      crazy  ghost  girl.  she’ s been   called   worse   and   could      p r o b a b l y deal with it ( with frequent crying spells  in  her      bedroom if it gets bad enough. with westerburg, it just might ).

              “  i don’t think you could tell me anything to make me think you’re batshit, but ... try me.  ”  since she’d moved to ohio with her mom months ago, she’d made it a point to keep the medium-shtick on the downlow. she’d caught onto veronica’s problem early on, but she’d tried her best to ignore the spirits that followed her around -- well, as much as she could help it. once or twice she’d made eye contact, & once or twice she was sure her high school reputation was doomed, but once or twice she’d managed to pass it off. she could only guess that veronica was finally going to fess up, &, she figured, she’d finally have to let up on her side & come clean. 

[xjustatheory]

i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you?? 

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( lacalavera )

She is used to it now, the stark silence that accompanies her wake. The awe that the privileged few experience when in her presence.    EVERYTHING and EVERYONE bows down to D E A T H -  time ever aiding in all of her journeys. Where life creates she seeks to take, to envelop and embrace every living creature in the s w e e t tenderness of her arms. Justice may claim to be be blind, but when it came down to it LA MUERTE was the far better equalizer. 

“ My child,”  her voice is soft, tender - a mother’s voice               as she beckons the girl to her side.              “ Do not be afraid to approach me . “

              she’d grown up hearing all about her, had heard the stories & hushed prayers said in her name, & she’d thought, for a short while, that she had been just that: stories. & then the whispers started & the spirits appeared & each time, they came bearing her name, sighing & languished, in desperation, in longing, & she started to believe. 

& when she speaks it is gentle & welcoming, & she understands why the departed long for her, seek the prophet out in hopes they can return peacefully to death. so she draws near, ever reverent & carefully, “i can’t believe it’s really you.”