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@sevryu
that one boy in glasses and guitar
The pinky promise is the most underrated form of promising if you ask me
picking up something in front of your crush
ethan. twenty. college procrastinator. freelance tattoo artist.
but don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow.
❝ you could pass this around and advertise me.
yesterday, i saw a lion kiss a deer.
❝ or you could say hey and hang out with me.
turn the page, maybe we’ll find a brand new ending.
❝ i’d say both. i’m raw as hell and we both deserve a new friend.
where we’re dancing on our tears.
✌ ✌ ✌
random quotes from books & stuff meme
“I feel like it’s November first, and I’m that discarded jack-o’-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises.”
“I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.”
“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.”
“I had chosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”
“They’re called hormones.”
“We’d have really pretty babies, huh?”
“I’ll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs.”
“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”
“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”
“Tell me something good about your life.”
“Don’t judge yourself by what others did to you.”
“I’m in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.”
“Smile. Nod. Say something witty before they find out what an incredible geek you are.”
“So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.”
“Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it’s hard to turn it back on again.”
“You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”
“The cure for pain is in the pain.”
“That information is classified, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.”
“I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re way out of my league.”
“You’ll NEVER understand that kind of pain.”
“The wounded recognize the wounded.”
“Thought you’d be gone by now.”
“Blood isn’t love.”
“Do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?”
“Go make love to a tube sock.”
“Is that a euphemism for penis? Please let it not be a euphemism for penis.”
“He is a pimple on the cock of humanity.”
“I do not view other boys as threats, and I enjoy making them seem insignificant by calling them the wrong names.”
“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home.”
“I’m going to kill you one day.”
“I don’t like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I’ll take it. You’ll never be able to trust me.”
“Of course I’d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?”
“You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”
“I don’t know whether to punch you or kiss you.”
“You’re hurt…let me help you. Please.”
“Look at this burn. It’s going to get infected.”
“It’s blood, yeah.”
“I know you’re not okay.”
“Look at me.”
“You left me.Without a word.”
“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”
“I don’t need the feeling of completeness. I just need the feeling of not being empty.”
“Do you have a lot of sad things in your head?”
“How do I share what I’m feeling?”
“Not your [ boyfriend/girlfriend ], eh?”
“Are you not happy with me?”
“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love their presence?”
“I think your [ girlfriend/boyfriend ] is evil and should be destroyed.”
“Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”
———- wait, can you reblog if you don’t mind random starters appearing in your tag whether it’s fluffy, angsty, etc. and if you actually reply to them when they do? just wanna see how many people do tbh.
"You look lovely today."
The officer blinked curiously at the sudden compliment and she pointed at herself, as if trying to confirm that he was speaking to her. There was no one else around, but— lovely? “Um, thanks—” she offered a small, tight lipped, polite smile.
"Hey do you wanna rolepl-‘
(ʘ‿ʘ✿) of fucking course I wanna roleplay don’t even ask
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"Heey, it’s not that bad. Especially if you spell it differently, you know. Now that’s the unique part, how its spelled." Kira nodded her head, a grin plastered on her face. Kira had to admit, it was very rare to hear someone be named after a number, but she was more into seeing how the spelling went. "I think Sevyn is a good number to be named after actually, it sounds nice now that I think about it."
"S-e-v-y-n; so not exactly the number, but close enough," she spelled out her name, with a light chuckle. She laughed softly and crossed her arms over her chest casually and shifting her weight onto her other leg, "Lucky number seven, right?" she laughed softly. She'd blatantly deny being any sort of lucky, however-- she didn't see the luck in the tragedies she's been in, but it wasn't the time to think of such things. "I think I've only ever met one other person, who was named after a number... but hey, I'm unique."
What's your most embarrassing moment
Et pour la prochaine... ( 05/05 )
"You’re a terrible person," she remarked, clicking her tongue. The officer crossed her arms and attempted to recall an embarrassing story. "… a long time ago, I used to have a partner— a long long time ago. Let’s just say my most embarrassing moment revolves around attempted arrest of an incorrectly idenitified person. There’s a reason I work independently, now."
Would you ever shoot Alexander
Et pour la prochaine... ( 04/05 )
"Has he done something that is illegal, requires arrest, and is a threat to his surroudnings?" she responded with a question, "Legally, I am not allowed to, if he has not fit with the three criteria; however, if he does drive me insane, I might shoot his foot or something, yeah."
What do you think of James? :P
Et pour la prochaine... ( 03/05 )
"James is a nice kid. I guess. I don’t know him very well, to be quite honest; but it would be a lie to say that I don’t enjoy his company." Sevyn furrowed her eyebrows slightly, "He’s a little weird from what I percieve, but maybe that’s just how all musicians are. I’ve always thought they were all some sort of eccentric."
Huh
Send me 'Huh?' and my muse will talk to yours in another language.
She never imagined she’d ever say anything of the sort to Alexander, and she reverts to her secondary tongue in order to brush it off, if anything; “Alexander; m’acheter de la nourriture. J’ai faim.”
/Did you miss Alexander while you were away
Et pour la prochaine... ( 02/05 )
"Of course I did. Somewhere in the very back of mind, I did." She chuckled lightly, "You’re wasting these questions. But yeah, I missed Alexander; probably not consciously."
How much do you love Alexander
Et pour la prochaine... ( 01/05 )
She’s bound to the statement that she wasn’t allowed to lie; not that she would lie about it. “… I’m sorry, I do not love Alexander as much as you would think I do.” A snort of amusement, “I love him as much as I love sleep… the reciprocal of how much I love sleep is pretty accurate.” One over some unreadable number, probably.
Huh?
Send me 'Huh?' and my muse will talk to yours in another language.
The female’s eye twitched as she stared at the younger man in disbelief. The words slide off her tongue easily— instintively and she doesn’t even realize she’s switched her language completely, “Pourq— pourquoi… pourquoi voudriez-vous même penser à cela? Êtes-vous stupide?”