find me @putdown until i can get elijah's blog completely finished.
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find me @putdown until i can get elijah's blog completely finished.
rip to those of you who are waiting for elijah's new blog... it's gonna take me a long time to get it where i want. dodson's blog, not so much. so dodson's blog it is for now.
anyways gonna nap and then work on dodson’s blog
me when i accidentally like threads i have no part of
going home!!!
today marks the start of my leave! which means for the next 12 days or so, i'll be trying to work on elijah's shit.
if i’ve learned nothing over the past few months, i’ve learned the concept of “if it doesn’t fit, you just aren’t doing it right”
elijah's official reboot will begin on the 22nd of december!
me: drinking enough coffee to kill a rhino why does my body hurt so bad
smooching elijah's forehead. he seems like a very nice young man
he's not, he bites
because of the little amount of personal time i get in the day, this blog is going to be very slow to reboot. i am going to put most of my energy in @oncewere until that blog is fully rounded out, just because there is less i need to do to get colt’s blog off the ground. i plan to completely redo elijah’s blog, something i can only do on weekends. please be patient with me, and know i’m still open to plot with this asshole. just really swamped.
he’s happy.
i’m back from the dead! this blog is going to be getting archived and worked on over the next few weeks as i settle into my school. i’ll be mobile bound until my mom can mail me my laptop, so come on down and plot with elijah!
when he was 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺 , iʼs heard , they DROWNED him in them cricks o̳u̳t̳ y̳o̳n̳d̳e̳r̳ . in them h̶o̶l̶l̶e̶r̶s̶ that ainʼt BLED since they birthed ʻim .
﹙ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 . ﹚ † @susponte ˙ ˙ ˙ ᵀᴵᴹ ᴳᵁᵀᵀᴱᴿˢᴼᴺ .
if i had 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 that this is about the things we dare to do , i would have dared to put a bullet in his head . i would have taken him as seriously as a s̳c̳h̳o̳o̳l̳y̳a̳r̳d̳ kid , ready to swallow and 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄 up worms for a front of fives . i would have showed him how ready i was to swallow mulch in the name of a dare . the air is suffocating , tainted by deception and a terrible ache i cannot combat . it's not so much about my love for tim , as it is the loss of a seamless specimen . i briefly wonder how i would k̳i̳s̳s̳ him on his last breath — would it be delicate , or would i bite the 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 from his mouth and 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝙤𝙪𝙩 ? i think i would like to taste it one last time .
my lips peel back , to reveal teeth s̳h̳a̳r̳p̳e̳n̳e̳d̳ with the bones of those before tim . they drip from the light like 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 from the wound of a beast . “ you talk too much . „ i take his chin b̳e̳t̳w̳e̳e̳n̳ m̳y̳ f̳i̳n̳g̳e̳r̳s̳ , digging them into his skin like a corpse into dirt . breath falls between our lips . that rot sleeping on his tongue , the one that only wakes up when alcohol touches it . there is 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 to become but the wounded ghost he already is , i fear not to tell him as much , and neglect to offer pre - existing condolences where they go 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 . always so fuckin' ungrateful , this one . “ when you gonna s̳t̳a̳r̳t̳ sayin' shit i care'ta 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 to ? „
if a b̳i̳r̳d̳ is alive enough to sing , will it do so in the 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 of an enemy just to show it can ? i think the man in my hand would stop at 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 he has a voice , and i've found it to be infuriating as of late . the grip on his face 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 , locked like a d̳i̳s̳e̳a̳s̳e̳d̳ j̳a̳w̳ on a prey that will not be consumed but desecrated and discarded into a twelve hundred foot hole . “ i'd l̳o̳a̳t̳h̳e̳ to think that you're 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 on purpose , tim . i ain't ever loved you . „
" 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “
“ has there ᴇᴠᴇʀ been an option ? „
smash or pass 😏
“ how 'bout you stay off my property f̳i̳r̳s̳t̳ . „