𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 / 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫

[nattergalevak]

Everyone who has/have had a multi muse probably: okay so I’m only gonna have like 2 or 3 muses

One week and 20 muses later: what happened

One month and 60 muses later: I’ve lost control

Six months later: i have no self-control left

One year later: ….

[lmaoinspo]

“A month ago, he said ‘You spent all last night staring at me.’ What he meant was ‘Are you interested?’ I said ‘Sorry, I always do weird things when I’m drunk.’ A week ago, he said ‘What do you think of her?’ What he meant was ‘Does this affect you at all?’ I said ‘Yeah, she’s nice. You should go for it.’ Yesterday, he said 'Is there something I need to know?’ What he was meant was 'This is your last chance. Tell me before I believe you.’ I said 'No, nothing at all.’”

— i didn’t mean any of it, l.b., #1 (via dukhannes)

[mydeddyalabama]

when u go to see if somebody replied to u and u see that u was the one that never replied

[thatbothersmeh]

[jessicacapshaw]

are you really an indie until thedirtypresident messages you?

[wiltcdflower]

@ruinaticns

[chrryemoji-a]

hi someone give me a plot where muse a is this big and burly businessman who’s all work and no play ever and he’s not necessarily an asshole just someone who doesn’t consider having a love life to be a priority and then bring in muse b who’s his new assistant and she’s fun and sassy and completely sweeps him off his feet but is also completely disinterested in him so he’s just this smitten kitten and he’s trying to do whatever he can to get her and she just keeps evading his advances n bring all the slow burn and cute late night office moments and him constantly asking her on a date and maybe eventually she finally gives in n … it’s not half bad ? just some fluffy heart warning wholesome goodness pls n thx 

[cwunch]

♡

[kjngdsfkdfg]

reblog if you don’t mind shipping with an rp partner who doesn’t smut.

[anatcmies-deactivated20220505]

IT’S ANATCMIES’ ONE YEAR FOLLOW FOREVER  !  ✨

THE MORE TIME I SPEND ON THIS HELL SITE, THE HARDER IT IS TO KEEP TRACK OF THE TIME. i started writing on here when i was a freshman in high school, and now i’m a senior in college. safe to say it’s been a wild ride. when i started this particular blog last year, i was going through it. i still am, in a way, but coming on here and interacting with people, or just talking on d*scord makes me feel so much better. so, in celebration of that and in celebration of you, i just wanted to thank everyone who’s touched my life and made it great. if i don’t mention you by name, don’t worry. i still love you, and i appreciate everything that you do  !

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[ruinaticns]

currently having a religious experience over post’s new album and lay’s loaded bacon & cheddar potato skins chips but like this if you want a short little starter. possibly snap based. :)

[tagtraumerin]

[tartts]

me, with a vague plot idea, 1 (one) character name, and an outline that consists of mostly question marks:

[wordswrittenonpages]

[michaelcorderoes]

#i missed her

[leightum]

[pesmenos]

You tried to love me. I tried to let you. But my hands are stained with blood and yours are pure as snow. And I don’t know how to hold on without staining you too.

It’s like the train all over again, huh? || Part Two || [syd]  (via pesmenos)

[ruinaticns]

niightmcre‌:

@ruinaticns

she  was  furious  ,  reaching  her  wits  end  by  men  who  seemed  to  think  they  could  push  her  around  .  the  storm  that  had  been  building  &  building  finally  hitting  with  a  thunderous  roar  with  no  sign  of  blowing  over  .  too  proud  &  prideful  for  her  own  good  ,  there  was  very  little  she’d  yield  to  ──  but  she  had  played  almost  all  her  cards  ,  leaving  one  ace  up  her  sleeve  .  it  was  a  long  shot  ,  but  easton  was  her  fiancé  ,  her  partner  ,  facade  or  not  ;  not  to  mention  she  was  desperate  .  bare  feet  paced  on  the  pristine  hallway  floor  ,  pearled  whites  nibble  anxiously  on  her  talons  ──  something  she  hadn’t  done  since  she  was  a  child  ,  her  father  made  sure  of  that  .  ‘  it  shows  weakness  ’  he  would  remind  her  ,  boy  would  he  be  disappointed  to  see  her  now  .  finally  mustering  up  the  will  power  to  approach  the  male  ,  since  it  was  on  her  own  terms  ,  she  was  in  control  …  famous  last  words  .  hands  slam  down  on  the  wood  in  front  of  where  he  sat  ;  sure  to  grab  his  attention  .  the  four  words  bubble  like  acid  in  her  throat  ,  as  if  her  own  body  was  rejecting  her  dire  request  .  “  i  need  a  favor  .  ”

𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃  𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴  𝙸𝙽  𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰  ,  not  really  anyway  .  to  him  there  was  no  heaven  ,  no  hell  ,  no  blessed  afterlife  that  he  could  be  deemed  worthy  for  simply  by  collecting  one  gold  star  after  another   and  there  was  certainly  no  god  ,  man  or  woman  ,  who  held  any  sort  of  power  over  him  .  but  with  each  day  that  he  was  graced  with  the  pleasure  of  the  petite’s  company  he  had  to  wonder  if  perhaps  there  was  some  invisible  hand  taking  note  of  each  and  every  insidious  act  he’d  committed  and  felt  compelled  to  punish  him  for  all  eternity  .  he’s  only  half  listening  to  his  proverbial  pile  of  coal  as  she  comes  barreling  into  the  living  room  and  thus  only  appears  to  latch  on  to  one  crucial  word  ;  favor  .   ‘   if  you’re  thinking  of  using  the  words  seating  chart  or  sweetheart  table  with  your  next  breath  please  know  it  pains  me  to  inform  you  that  you’re  late  ,  business  hours  ended  five  minutes  ago  .   ’    it  doesn’t  in  the  slightest  ,  but  she  already  knows  that  ,  just  like  he  knows  that  her  latest  vodka - fueled  outburst  can’t  be  boiled  down  to  something  so  simple  as  the  latest  episode  of  bridezillas  :  mob   wives  edition  .  but  if  she  thought  he  was  going  to  make  it  easy  on  her  she  had  another  think  coming  .