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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you
this doesn’t mean that you have to accept or agree with the idea - i’m just a scared little turtle that would like to know if that’s something that you wouldn’t mind so much
so many abandoned blogs to take care of..... and i havn’t even started my multimuse uuuuuuggghhhh
richard siken sentence starters.
that’s a nice touch.
i watched tv.
i wanted to fall down right there.
i’ll be right here, i’m waiting.
i don’t really blame you for being dead.
but you can’t have your sweater back.
you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that.
thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.
so it’s summer, so it’s suicide.
he had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with him.
i wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him.
i can’t go through with it.
i just don’t want to die anymore.
yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven.
i try, i do. i try, and try.
there’s a bottle of whisky in the trunk of the chevy.
if you love me, (name), you don’t love me in a way i understand.
i knew you wouldn’t catch me.
people fall down and stay down.
you are a fever i am learning to live with.
watch me, just watch me.
why take more than we need? because we can.
you don’t owe me squat, lets just get going.
you must want something. just tell me, and it’s yours.
i’d just as soon kill myself.
you never mean it, anyway, not really.
roll over and let me fuck you ‘till you puke.
i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.
do you want it? do you want anything i have?
i’m telling you, for the last time, i mean it.
i had coke at the bar.
your brother has pulled to the side of the road.
lets say god in his high heaven is hungry.
you keep singing the song i hate. stop singing.
people get hurt here.
looking back is easy for a while, then looking back gets murky.
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.
it’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
tell me we’ll never get used to it.
i had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.
unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.
let me do it right for once.
are you there, sweetheart?
he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him.
there were some nice parts, sure.
i tried that one time, highschool.
i never liked that ending, either.
no one will ever want to sleep with you.
we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it.
shut up. i’m getting to it.
you still get to be the hero.
who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.
you want a better story. who wouldn’t?
there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes, and then more road.
i can tell already you think i’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but i’m not. i’m not the dragon.
how he loves you, darling boy.
he was not dead yet, not exactly.
everyone needs a place. it shouldn’t be inside someone else.
the boy is no good. the boy is just no good.
he hits you and he hits you and he hits you.
no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them.
do you love yourself?
i don’t have to answer that.
mean as she was, i miss her.
what can you tell me, what could you possibly tell me?
what would you like? i’d like my money’s worth.
we can’t punch ourselves awake.
sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.
i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.
his wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before.
someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
i like him and i want to be like him.
i know history. there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.
How am I doing with my character?
Send in your constructive criticism, your tips, your unfiltered opinion! Words of love, words of critique, so long as it’s not blind hatred!
Get a marker and write something on my muse!
when ur supposed to chill w/ the bf but your cat decides to go Full Sick n u gotta cancel for vet..... i can’t fucking afford this shit zoe get your shit together
sanctamater replied to your post: sanctamater replied to your post: ...
disappointing. shameful.
DO YOU WANT YOUR DAUGHTER TO DIE
sanctamater replied to your post: sanctamater replied to your post: ...
STOP AVOIDING MY QUESTION
HE’S he’s okay... v decent... nothing ridiculous......
sanctamater replied to your post: garl is 6′4″ how’s the weather down there...
WHERE ELSE IS HE BIG WHAT DOES THE PENIS HAT HINT AT
@foundgold CONTROL THY MOTHER
garl is 6′4″ how’s the weather down there guys
My scanner totally fucked this pic 12 ways from Sunday and I’ll probably re-ink it but talking to @rottenchampion really got me wanting to draw Velstadt’s grandpa so uhm..yeah.
Here Ozzy mun, I hope you feel better ^-^
thank you omh??? my son... my beautiful baby son...
i need advice guys i want to go to this chillin/lowkey party with friends but i’m afraid to go Full Crying Mode on them and ruining the fun what do i do
HEY guys good news i’m sick!!! i’m not crazy or anything. i’m getting my pills tomorrow n shit
me : actually calls a suicide help hotline at 6am also me @me : you gone to work u fucking idiot, you lazy piece of shit
hey guys so im in a bad place rn and it’s 8am so like nobody’s here hi lol
They say ‘time heals,’ but even now I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain. You’ll forget who you were without it; you’ll forget what you looked like without your scars.
Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You
(via tragicloss)
wow hahahah don’t you fucking love looking like a hysterical fool in front of ur family bc they’re asshole white ignorants who don’t want to hear anything about facts that contradict their artificial vision of the world
