No title available
wallacepolsom
★
roma★
Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
occasionally subtle
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
JBB: An Artblog!
izzy's playlists!
No title available
Peter Solarz
sheepfilms
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
tumblr dot com
Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
d e v o n
noise dept.
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Japan
seen from Italy
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from Poland
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada
seen from India
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Australia
seen from United Kingdom
@ruby-jaymes
Yeah… I stopped wishing for better things after a while. You get what you ask for, and if you don’t like what you ask for, then you have to suck it up.
Then again, the only thing I’ve asked for other than food was a punching bag. I’m pretty much set for eternity.
No blankets?
Have you gone mad from a frozen brain, Seok?
Oh my God.
Everyone’s a bad person when you put it like that.
But if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine.
I was an alcoholic and a heroin addict for about a year. I got knocked up at 16 and decided to get engaged to a guy I didn't really love. He was the one who killed me...now I fucked up my daughters life forever. Mommy's dead and Daddy's probably in jail.
So, maybe I'm still an awful person.
Oh my God.
Why wouldn’t they like you?
I used to not be such a good person.
Oh my God.
Easy for you to say when the world likes you.
I don’t exactly think they’re going to give me anything to do. And if they did, just to spite me, they’d probably give me books or something, like normal books.
What exactly do you want me to do? I have no idea where I am, I have no idea about what’s around me, and I sure as hell don’t know who you or anyone else is.
The world never liked me.
I'll bring you to my place and I'll make you up a bed on the couch. Tomorrow, we'll find where they're keeping you.
Oh my God.
Unless you’re the one that put me here, apologizing’s not going to change anything.
So what am I supposed to do? Sit here and rot?
You could try to do something productive with you time.
Oh my God.
New life, huh.
This isn’t okay. This is everything but okay, or fine. There’s no lake I can go drown myself in or something, some animal I could bait—?
When you try to kill yourself again, you're just uncomfortable for a few days...scarred for about a week.
I'm sorry, Rob.
Oh my God.
So it’s hell. Or just life again. And Ruby, friends sound great, but I had those when I was alive and they really weren’t, so when can I leave here? Do I have to kill myself again to prove something?
You can't leave, Rob. There's no way out. Believe me, if there was, I wouldn't be here.
You'll be okay, okay? You have a new life here, you'll be just fine.
Oh my God.
Fortunately.
Robert. Just Rob’s fine. Ruby, you said nine months and three weeks? So, what, you wait nine months, then you’re here? That’s how this works? So you’ve lived here for three weeks. [She could help him, maybe. Hopefully.]
Yeah, three weeks.
I guess you're just kind of sitting their for nine months and then, poof. You're here in this freezing tundra. The best part? There are gods here waiting to fuck shit up in your life.
However, it's not that bad, you can find some good friends here. Here -She takes his hand and helps him up- Let's get you warmed up.
Oh my God.
I understand that, it’s February, but I was inside, why am I outside, and I hung myself, and suddenly I’m alive, and—you know what? This is probably me being dead. Like, dream dead. Or I’m in a coma.
Unfortunately, o-or fortunately, you are dead..We're all dead here. Nine months ago, you hung yourself, and now you're here...
I'm Ruby. I was strangled about nine months and three weeks ago....you are?
I see. Well, that’s one way to kill time. [He offers a hand to pull her up.] There isn’t a lot to do here, after all. Freeze and sleep.
-She takes his hand and gets up on her feet, tucking her curls behind her ear- Pretty much. Sometimes I wish they let us have something more exciting then a bottle of vodka and a blanket.
Oh my God.
Where the hell did I end up, why is it cold—?
-She sits next to him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder- Well, it is winter.
Miss Jaymes. [He repeated, the smile still fixed on his lips.] Andrew Seok. [He drew out his hand for her to shake.] What are you doing here by yourself? If I can ask. It’s been getting a lot colder.
-She placed her hand in his, shaking it gently- Nice to meet you, Mr. Seok. -She sat up, dusting the snow off of her clothes- A lot of thinking, I guess I just like ranting when no one is around. I try to keep a happy face around everyone these days.
I try my best, Miss… ?
Ruby, Ruby Jaymes.
I’ve gotten around often enough to know. Trust me.
..You're sweet.
Oh… No, no. What’s done is done. [He ran a hand up his short hair.] I’m sorry you got strangled. Someone like you wouldn’t have deserved that.
-She sadly laughs- And how would you know that?
Uh-huh. [He nodded, dwelling on the imagery a short moment before dismissing it at the mention of the question. The man bit the inside of his cheek.] I don’t want to think about it much, so I’ll be straight forward—I was burned alive.
Oh gosh...I'm so sorry. -She looked down at the snow, not knowing what to say.- I was strangled to death, if that makes you feel better...which it probably doesn't. -She sighs- I should probably just stop talking.
I’ll get back to you when I meet one… though chances are they’ll probably not be right in the head. [The man averted his gaze at the idea.] Oh boy.
Well, probably the suicide victims are happy to be here....If you don't mind me asking, how did..you know...you end up here. -She asked, not wanting to just flat out say die.-
