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if i can remember my login for my multi i think i’m just going to be there. catch me @btchtm
the guy who didn’t like musicals sentence starters pt 1.
“ musicals tell the impossible. ”
“ i mean what the fuck? ”
“ should we kill him? ”
“ what an ass. what a bitch. what a cock. ”
“ the apotheosis is upon us. ”
“ the guy just doesn’t like musicals. ”
“ piece of shit. ”
“ were you going to sign up for the company softball league? ”
“ … no. ”
“ well… it might be fun. ”
“ yeah… i don’t want too though. ”
“ sweetheart… it’s cuddle night. ”
“ what do you mean so what? the counselor says we should do it at least once a month! ”
“ yes, but honey, we skipped last month. ”
“ be careful because i lo- ”
“ i can’t. i gotta keep refreshing this webpage. ”
“ so you’d rather do nothing than come with us to see mamma mia? ”
“ i’d rather do anything than go see mamma mia. ”
“ the idea of sitting there, trapped, in a musical - that is my personal hell. ”
“ i know why you walk that extra block instead of just going to starbucks across the street. ”
“ you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with that cute little barista over there? the uh… latte hottay as she’s known throughout the land. ”
“ okay well did you do that to be nice or did you do it to be an asshole? ”
“ oh no! what am i going to do without that dollar i have to split with five other people? ”
“ i’m on vocal re- god dammit, ____, now i need to make a tea with honey! ”
“ i just tipped because you know… people should tip. ”
“ not that you’re an asshole - i mean, maybe you are, what’d you tip? ”
“ i think i had to see that. i did not like it. ”
“ watching people sing and dance makes me very uncomfortable. ”
“ hi, are you interested in saving the planet? ”
ugh ... i want to come back but my mental health is so bad when i’m on tumblr
well it was fun while it lasted but i think i’m archiving this acct and leaving tumblr. i’ll still be on disco but ... yeah
the guy who didn’t like musicals sentence starters pt 1.
“ musicals tell the impossible. ”
“ i mean what the fuck? ”
“ should we kill him? ”
“ what an ass. what a bitch. what a cock. ”
“ the apotheosis is upon us. ”
“ the guy just doesn’t like musicals. ”
“ piece of shit. ”
“ were you going to sign up for the company softball league? ”
“ … no. ”
“ well… it might be fun. ”
“ yeah… i don’t want too though. ”
“ sweetheart… it’s cuddle night. ”
“ what do you mean so what? the counselor says we should do it at least once a month! ”
“ yes, but honey, we skipped last month. ”
“ be careful because i lo- ”
“ i can’t. i gotta keep refreshing this webpage. ”
“ so you’d rather do nothing than come with us to see mamma mia? ”
“ i’d rather do anything than go see mamma mia. ”
“ the idea of sitting there, trapped, in a musical - that is my personal hell. ”
“ i know why you walk that extra block instead of just going to starbucks across the street. ”
“ you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with that cute little barista over there? the uh… latte hottay as she’s known throughout the land. ”
“ okay well did you do that to be nice or did you do it to be an asshole? ”
“ oh no! what am i going to do without that dollar i have to split with five other people? ”
“ i’m on vocal re- god dammit, ____, now i need to make a tea with honey! ”
“ i just tipped because you know… people should tip. ”
“ not that you’re an asshole - i mean, maybe you are, what’d you tip? ”
“ i think i had to see that. i did not like it. ”
“ watching people sing and dance makes me very uncomfortable. ”
“ hi, are you interested in saving the planet? ”
AND IT HURTS LIKE HELL.
can she murder me
Crystal Reed - Interview GHOSTLAND
imagine looking like crystal reed every day. you just wake up beautiful. all the time.
allison: the perfect person doesn- isaac:
Isaac Lahey + Smiling requested by @there-goes-my-sanity
rhys ackland .
her eyes close, and you move slightly, dipping your head down to brush your lips along her jaw line, fingers pressing into her hips. it doesn’t fit the mood of the conversation, but you have to touch her, to make sure she’s real and not a figment of your imagination ; to make sure the capitol aren’t messing with you. your brows furrow as she speaks, looking up at her, nipping at her jaw lightly. “they threatened you?” you sigh, closing your eyes slightly, fingers sneaking up her shirt slightly. skin on skin contact has always been something that comforted you, and you hope it has the same effect on her. “district thirteen? if your father’s there, he’s aidin’ us. we’ve been in contact with them for years now, they’ve been helping us get in and out of the capitol, unseen. they know a lot of stuff those idiots don’t realise. i can maybe ask someone to get word out, see if he’s there.” you mumble against her skin. you have to smile. she’s always tried to do what’s best for her family, it’s something you admire about her. she had come here to try and do what her father wanted. it doesn’t change the fact that she’s here, pressed against your wall, caught within your hands. “i’ll help you do him proud, either way. i promise.”
you don’t mind the touches that conflict with such a heavy topic . he grounds you , helps you feel secure when everything else is so unstable . it’s what drew you to him in the first place ; how safe you feel around him . his fingers slide under your shirt and you gasp lightly at his skin against yours . you didn’t think it was possible to miss someone’s touch as much as you’ve missed his .
“ thirteen’s real ? ” it comes out breathy because his lips are still on your skin , and your fingers move gently up his forearms while your eyes move to his once more . “ thought it might’ve been some kind of pipe dream ... maybe he did make it . ” fingers now rest on the sides of his neck , tilting his chin so you can ghost your lips against his .
“ i don’t want to talk about my dad anymore . i want you . ”
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you love him, don’t you? him and his pale, long fingers tangled in your hair, running down your spine. him and his cold lips against your neck, your jaw, your chin. and in these empty church halls, with him, religion shifts and turns and blurs. his mouth is your confessional, and you sin, you sin, you sin.
the devil never seemed so holy (via
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