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hello, so i got a new laptop so it’s gonna take a while to get my icons back so i’m gonna roll iconless for a while.

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...might bring my narrator blog back

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i    know    i    have    like    two    followers,    but    plotting    call…mayhaps    ?

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Ewan McGregor in costume/continuity polaroids for Trainspotting (1996). Costume design by Rachel Fleming.

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a   sentence   starter   inspired   by   the   short-story    “ THE HUSBAND STITCH ”     written   by   carmen maria machado.  

i have always been a teller of stories.

this isn’t how things are done, but this is how i am going to do them. 

what thing could you want so badly that they take you away from the known world for wanting it?

there are true things in this world only observed by a single set of eyes.

i have heard all of the stories about girls like me, and i am unafraid to make more of them.

i feel like i know so many parts of you – and now, i will know all of them.

scoffing is the first mistake a woman can make.

the moral of that story, i think, is that being poor will kill you.

the moral is that brides never fare well in stories. 

avoid either being a bride, or being in a story.

stories can sense happiness and snuff it out like a candle.

there is a story i love about a pioneer husband and wife killed by wolves.

stories have this way of running together like raindrops in a pond.

i’m sorry. i’ve forgotten the rest of the story.

there are many endings to a story.

my body changes in ways i do not expect. i feel monstrous.

something inside of me is shifting into a strange new place.

pain makes the mind see things differently than they are.

please, don’t make them cut you out of me.

i have given you everything you have ever asked for. 

i am not hiding it. it is not yours.

something is lost between us, and i will never find it again.

the answer would be like adolescence: too frightening to forget.

forgiveness tastes sweeter than any candy. 

i love you more than you can possibly know.

i feel as lonely as i have ever been.

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i    know    i    have    like    two    followers,    but    plotting    call. . .mayhaps    ?

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A    NEEDY    BOY  .    this    hunger    that    settles    so    deeply    in    the    pit    of    your    stomach    was    beginning    to    ache.    it    nest   itself  in    the    back    of    your    head.    a    constant    buzz,    the    hunger.    just    one    more    hit,    just    one    more    hit,    just    one    more    hit.    you’re    no    different    from    the    homeless    men    that    haunt    the    streets    at    night    begging    for    spare    change,    or    for    a    fire    when    the    winter    is    too    bitter    for    them    to    ignore.    you    always    thought    that    you    held    a    higher    moral    fiber    than    the   junkies    whose    mouths    froth    from    their    chapped    lips    begging    for    god’s    mercy.   begging    for    their    hunger    to    be    fed.    (    no,    i’m    different    .    i’m    different    .    )

maybe    you    are    different    .    at    least    you’re    willing    to    fight    for    your    food,    right?    the    night    was    muddy    and    gray,    no    stars    to    accompany    you    on    your    journey.    the    loneliness   dull   and   unforgiving   (    but    that    won’t    last    long,    the  warm   blanket    sits    at    home,    it    awaits    patiently    at    your    bedside.    )    a  beaten  down    honda    accord    sits    in    the    parking    lot    of    a   convenience    store  .    perfect,    you    think.    look    both    ways,    the    coast    is    clear   .    you    stride    confidently    towards    the    window    of    the    car,    and    without    hesitation    ———     jam    your    hand    through    the   glass.    blood    trickles    down    from    your    knuckles    to    your    wrist    (    a    soldier    with    battle    scars,    how    interesting    .    )    your    eyes    adjust,    spotting    a    twenty    dollar    bill    and    some    change.    a    wide    smirk    creeps    on    your    lips    but    quickly    distorts,    startled    by    the    shrill    of    a    woman    from    behind.        you    turn    to    face    her,    shame    yet    to    be    resolved . “                    ——    HELLO    ,    I    NOTICED    THAT    YOU’RE    WINDOW    WAS    BROKEN    .    might    want    to    get    that    fixed    ,    no    ?        ”           +    starter   for    @revoide​   /     charlotte  .

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*  biography   /    stats .

general  information .

name   :   mark   renton

nickname   :   rents,   rent   boy,   renton

age   :   twenty   -   five

birthday   :   november   4

nationality   :   scottish sexuality   :   heterosexual

religion   :   lapsed   catholic   

city   of   birth   :   edinburgh,   scotland   

current   residence   :   edinburgh,   scotland   /   london,   england

personality   :   witty,   egotistical,   sensitive,   sharp  

physical   characteristics  .

height   :   5’11

color   of   eyes   :   blue   /   green

color   of   hair   :   auburn weight   :   n   /   a

hobbies   :   watching   the   telly,   football,   nightclubbing

mental   illness   :   depression   /   anxiety   

personality   :   witty,   egotistical,  sharp,   sarcastic,   sensitive

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*  rules   /    about  .

i’ll   try   to   keep   everything   short   and   sweet.

i   expect   y’all   to   know   basic   role-play   etiquette   

hello,   i’m   ryan.   i’m   a   junior   in   high-school.   if   my   age   is   off-putting  to   you   i   would   suggest   to   not   follow   lmao.   

trainspotting   is   centered   around   the   topics   of   drug   abuse   and   addiction.   if   any   of   these   topics   are   triggering   for   you   please   follow   with   at   your   own   discretion.

pretty   selective   on   who   i   follow.   if   you   spam   the   dash   or   don’t   post   enough   writing   i   most   likely   won’t   follow   you.   

since   i   am   in   high-school   and   work   a   part-time   job,   getting   back   to   threads   might   take   me   a   couple   of   days.   so   i   would   prefer   plotting   before   interaction   is   very   much   preferred.

i   struggle   with   bipolar   +   depression   so   my   inactivity   might   be   spotty   on   tumblr,   but   i’d   be   happy   to   move   our   thread   to   discord!

again,   my   name   is   ryan   (she/her),  i’m  a   black   6teen   year   old   and   excited   to   write   with  whoever   happens   to   be   reading   this   !   :-)  

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Trainspotting (1996) dir. Danny Boyle

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— excerpt from “birds hover the trampled field” by richard siken

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England’s Dreaming, George Shaw