paper doll heart.

you are so small, + yet your heart is so big. i wonder how you keep your kindness within tightly-sewn seams, when your light threatens to shine through. no one would ever suspect you of anything. they hardly suspect you of being visible. + you don’t mind.

[sixtenthed]

               starchild.   hi guys! i am alive. however, im very very out of writing rn, + will likely disappear for a while. this goes for all my blogs. i might lurk, reblog aesthetic posts, bt i likely won’t be doing any writing unless i’m struck by extreme muse. im jst constantly busy these days, + dont feel any real connection to any of my muses. maybe it’ll come back. maybe it won’t. who can say ,

[sixtenthed]

            starchild.   hi idk whts goin on w the dramz bt i THINK this girl i met in nyc whos from queens is flirting w me over snapchat n im?????? help

[aphrene]

ghost quartet sentence starters, part one.    lyrics taken from the songs “i don’t know” through “soldier & rose” from the musical ghost quartet, described as “a haunted song cycle about love, death and whisky,“ written and composed by dave malloy. as per usual, feel free to adjust lines to fit dialect, pronouns, speech patterns of your muse, etc. this stands as the first part in a series of ask memes.

now, i don’t know, but i’ve been told, and that’s true of everything i know.

i don’t even know how to begin.

i don’t even know who i am. i’m not here.

i’ve got a thousand one stories. every single one of them’s a lie.

let me read you a story, let me read you a romance.

i will read, you will listen, and this terrible night will pass.

when i was a child i used to play with all the voices in my head. 

i don’t know if this is me at all or just some ghost of me that i dreamed up just to sing myself to sleep. 

i’m sorry. here, have some whiskey.

sit first, and drink a bit. you need to take care of yourself.

it’s a beautiful name. old fashioned, you don’t hear it a lot anymore. 

i’m a little confused and more than a little frightened.

this is a circular story.

i don’t believe any of this.

don’t you remember?

when i was a baby, i was blessed by a stranger in waters i didn’t understand.

i’m infected with disbelief and blasphemy.

i’ll never have a holy land. 

i am a ghost in the eyes of my god.

i will become the next best thing.

i will light myself on fire.

it’s time to get out of bed and be the starchild i can be.

the game is on my phone.

she selects the sword!

there’s a man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse.

reveal it to me. reveal me everything. reveal it to me, please, right now.

i suffer from a family evil.

i am a slave to terror.

i have a morbid acuteness of the senses. 

i only eat the most insipid foods, only wear garments of certain textures.

the odors of flowers are oppressive to me.

my eyes are tortured by faint light.

there are only certain, peculiar sounds, like those from stringed instruments, that do not inspire me with horror.

i dread the future.

why did you leave me? why did you disappear?

i am a soldier and, as a soldier, i have gotten used to death.

ghosts don’t bother me anymore.

come here, soldier, look me in the eyes.

if i told you i loved you, would you give me some honey?

come here, soldier, sit down in my lap.

if i told you when i saw you i felt a little shock, and that all the stars and moons and skies and birds and trees and sharks and seas and even i began to cry and tremble.

my heart leaps in my throat. i feel electric pulses in my fingertips.

come here, soldier, let me suck your thumb. 

this is special and love is more than chemicals.

it’s me and you and angels, too, and time will end and we’ll transcend and rise above the ash and dirt. 

baby, i could never hurt you.

would you believe me?

do you believe in love?

i am a soldier. i don’t believe in anything.

if you’re gonna steal my honey, please wait until i’m drunk.

take me onto the dance floor and let me cry against your cheek.

i won’t speak. i won’t say a word.

i won’t come back to haunt you.

[sixtenthed]

unusuallygifted.  /  a stranger to whom i am more strange.

THE GIRL POCKETED the card with a smile and a small statement of ag- reement, which he was happy enough to witness. Most others–of the adult variety–either returned the card or to him or laughed or spoke rather patro- nisingly to him. Pleased with her reac- tion, he looked once again at the code. The girl (whose name he really ought to ask) was curious enough to do the same. When she offered a suggestion, Theodore gave a thoughtful hum. The code was quite like the code that led him here; with a bit of piecing together, he’d get it.

Face curious, he turned to look at her.  “Forgive my manners. You know my name, but I don’t know yours. May I have it, ma’am?”

           introducing herself hadn’t even crossed her mind. how silly of her  !!  you can never expect anyone to contact you ever again if they don’t know who you are. her mother often chastised her for being forgetful. she wondered why she didn’t take action against that, as it bothers her terribly.  ❝ o-oh, guh-guh-gracious-s  --  i h--aven’t int-troduc-c-ced m--myself at all. tuh-terribly s--sorry  --  annette. a-ah, c-cuh-harli. ah-annette carli. ❞

[sixtenthed]

unsquip.  /  sniffly mulder.

                       sniffles   ,    resting   pointed   chin   over   crossed   arms  .   he’s   come   down   with   a    simple   cold  ,    though   of   course   blame   must   be   of   cosmic   proportions  .         ❛            at   this   point  ,   it   owes   me   a   FREE   PASS  .   is   it   even   possible   to   get  a   break   from   the   universe  ?        ❜    

            a small grin grows on her freckled face when she thinks of the mucus remedies she’s successfully used. she’s probably about to surprise him quite a bit.  ❝ yuh-yuh -- you kn-kn-know, ❞  she says, cautiously,  ❝ whis-ss-sky buh-hurns the s--sn-not cuh-clean aw--ay. ❞

[cryptokit-blog]

annie’s 2/16-2/19 hiatus.

            paranormality.   i’m going to new york  !!!  i fly out this friday + won’t be home till monday night. i may be a tad sparse till afterwards, since i’ve got tons on TONS of things to get done beforehand  –  including an essay, a chapter in both my online history class + in anatomy, rehearsal, + MAYBE another open mic night … shifty eyes . but  !  if you want my snap, + we’re mutuals, totally ask me for it to see inside my wild, wild world … n follow my twitter  !  currently it’s just my closeted ass screaming abt the oly/mpics n also … randomness + memes … ( also if u have ic twitters follow kit HERE. )

            bt yah !!!  ya chick’s lit.

[fuckosexual]

me: *crying my eyes out* someone: are u okay? me, wiping away my tears pretending like i wasnt just crying: yeah bro im fuckin flexin

[sixtenthed]

unsquip.  /  i wish there was something i could do or say.

@sixtenthed !  //  pin.terest call !

                                       ❛             i’m   just   having   an   ALLERGIC   REACTION   to   the  universe  .          ❜    

                voice is soft + almost teasing when she says,  ❝ i-i don--n’t thuh-th--ink they h-h-hhave an  ------  ep-pipen-n for th-thh-that. ❞

[sixtenthed]

survivalites.  /  no rest for the impish.

                        he’s   all   but   missing   horns   &   tail   of   MISCHIEF  ,   having   spotted   familiar   frail       figure  .    impish   smirk   completes   ensemble  ,    though   j.d.   brushes   by   with   an   air   of   nonchalance     —    before    snatching   up   latest   novel   atop   stack   of   books   that   no   doubt   could   snap   her   in   TWO  .    victorious  ,    he   holds   it   above   his   head  .                           ❛            what’re   you   gonna   do   about   it   ?         ❜    

               ❝ JD  ! ❞  she jumps from her chair, a distressed look on her face, + stretches her thin fingers up to reach the book, falling quite short.  ( a whole foot short, i’d wager. )  she hops a few times, going onto her toes. she still can’t reach it.  ❝ guh-guh--hive it-t b-b-back  !!  o-oh --  ! ❞  she’s got half a mind to climb up a chair, but she’d rather not fall.

[littlelovelymemes]

✰ * º ❛   that 70′s show sentence starters   ❜

‘  you know what your problem is? i’m too good looking.  ’ ‘  god, what did you have for breakfast this morning? carnation instant bitch?  ’ ‘  oh, is this what we’re gonna do today, we’re gonna fight?  ’ ‘  because you’re breaking up the band, yoko!  ’ ‘  an apple? where’s my candy, you son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  she told me she loves me and then i told her i loved cake…  ’ ‘  how’d you’d like to own a little bit of my foot in your ass?  ’ ‘  look, if i could run across the beach into my own arms, i would.  ’ ‘  you know he never liked phones. he said he could hear voices in ‘em.  ’ ‘  when my time comes, i wanna be buried facedown so that anyone who doesn’t like me can kiss my ass.  ’ ‘  you know what your problem is? you’re really cute… so no one ever told you to shut your pie hole.  ’ ‘  god, we are such the… perfect couple?  ’ ‘  you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!  ’ ‘  the gym, or as i like to call it, the institute of things i can’t do.  ’ ‘  well, i’d like to help but… not as much as i’d like not to.  ’ ‘  don’t put me in your fantasies. i don’t even like being in your real life.  ’ ‘  i don’t like people. i like rock n’ roll, sex, and pizza – in that order.  ’ ‘  i’m not loving anybody that i’m not legally required to.  ’ ‘  and if somebody doesn’t tell me i’m cute in the next five minutes, i’m gonna scream!  ’ ‘  don’t hate me because i’m beautiful.  ’ ‘  i can’t count on much in this crazy world, but i can always count on you.  ’ ‘  i’m going to go out, meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one.  ’ ‘  where zen ends, ass kicking begins.  ’ ‘  you guys are fighting like cats and whores.  ’ ‘  cake is good, but you cannot have sex with cake.  ’ ‘  well, my head says no, but my heart says no.  ’ ‘  the three true branches of the government are military, corporate, and hollywood.  ’ ‘  hey man, if you don’t get caught, everything’s legal.  ’ ‘  yeah, but god didn’t see that. i was in my van, and he can’t see through lead.  ’ ‘  college is for ugly girls who can’t get modeling contracts.  ’ ‘  college is for women who don’t want to marry the first idiot they meet and squeeze out his bastard moron children.  ’ ‘  i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.  ’ ‘  sometimes when i’m alone, i just love to cuddle.  ’ ‘  i have a definite opinion on this… i don’t care.  ’ ‘  when he’s unhappy, i know our relationship is in good shape.  ’ ‘  all right, sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs put their foot in your ass.  ’ ‘  that’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.  ’ ‘  we have some breaking news: i’m toasted.  ’ ‘  but i don’t want to go outside. there are people out there.  ’ ‘  oh, please. i’m a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  no, i’m not pouting. that would upset our routine. god knows i wouldn’t want to move in a new direction and accidentally slip in a puddle of fun or anything.  ’ ‘  i’ve just decided being sad is a waste of my time.  ’ ‘  he called me ugly on the inside and the outside. i’m sorry, but he’s just wrong about the outside part.  ’ ‘  i don’t really cook much. i just plan on getting by on my looks.  ’ ‘  no, no, no, you just don’t move on from me. i’m like alcohol. you need a twelve-step program to break my smell.  ’ ‘  you know, being here under the stars, sitting on the grass makes me really glad i’m not poor.  ’ ‘  the person i love the most is me!  ’ ‘  i was voted most popular, best legs, and now godmother? what can’t i do?  ’ ‘  why am i alone and all of you less attractive people are happy?  ’ ‘  it’s better to have loved and loss than to be butt ugly.  ’ ‘  okay, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: everyone loves me.  ’ ‘  why get out of bed when you can read about people who got out of bed?  ’ ‘  i got a lot of free time. i mainly use it to nap and cry.  ’ ‘  i’ll just curl up in the fetal position and think about pancakes.  ’ ‘  have you been in bed all day?  ’ ‘  last night i only slept like… nine hours.  ’ ‘  i pity you because you’re dumb.  ’ ‘  responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.  ’ ‘  they want to kill rock n’ roll because they know it makes us horny, man.  ’ ‘  i would love car sex… or just sex… or just a car.  ’ ‘  no, i don’t feel bad. i don’t feel anything.  ’ ‘  man, think about it. we hold information that could crush the very heart and soul of one of our best friends… i live for days like this!  ’ ‘  it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die.  ’ ‘  talking isn’t gonna help me, okay? what’s gonna help me is, like, drinking.  ’ ‘  hey, yeah, that’s the worst idea i’ve ever heard!  ’ ‘  i wish i was an octopus.  ’ ‘  thanks, but i’ve gotta go to sleep because i have a big day of misery ahead of me.  ’ ‘  life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you.  ’ ‘  well, for your information, i’m already sorry i was ever born.  ’ ‘  i don’t have a hickey. i was using a curling iron.  ’ ‘  give me a reason why i shouldn’t set you on fire.  ’ ‘  i’m a hottie, you’re a nottie.  ’ ‘  prison is not an option for me, okay? i can’t pee in front of other people.  ’ ‘  man, time really flies when you take two naps a day.  ’ ‘  oh, no. now i have to act normal.  ’ ‘  oh, i just remembered i can’t loan it to you on account of i hate you.  ’ ‘  i’ve been diagnosed with a disease that makes me irresistible to women.  ’ ‘  you know what the best thing god ever did was? boobs.  ’ ‘  i’m like ketchup. i go good on everything!  ’ ‘  when we were about to fool around and i said that i washed my hands, but i really just got done playing with like six dogs.  ’ ‘  there’s a rabbit stuck in a tree and i want to return that rabbit to the wild so it can lay its eggs.  ’ ‘  if this is about maturity then i want nothing to do with it.  ’ ‘  a wedding without a trampoline? that’s crazy talk.  ’ ‘  i don’t wanna blink ‘cause i’m afraid to miss even a second of your cuteness.  ’ ‘  you seem normal around your family, but out in the real world, you’re kinda nuts.  ’ ‘  i could get arrested. i could go to girl prison. this freakin’ rocks!  ’ ‘  my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides, but i can’t because they’re both idiots.  ’ ‘  why would sally sell seashells down by the seashore? i mean, that’s a terrible location for a seashell stand.  ’ ‘  i’m not strong, but i know a lot of ways to destroy men emotionally.  ’ ‘  i don’t have feelings for him. i just hate that bitch for making him happy.  ’ ‘  i’m not jealous, i just want to pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly around the room.  ’ ‘  hello, it is me, the object of your desire.  ’ ‘  i’m a beautiful girl with a shrill, demanding voice. i’m pretty hard to ignore.  ’ ‘  a gold digger is what these idiots call a woman who knows that love eventually wears off, but money is forever.  ’ ‘  you see, a more productive use of my time is revenge.  ’ ‘  i cannot be held responsible for the things that come out of my mouth.  ’ ‘  i don’t answer stupid questions.  ’

[sixtenthed]

unsquip.  /  mystical fairy for a friend.

                      cross  -  legged   &   feeling   oddly   enthused   about   end   results  ,   he   surveys   tools   of  the   trade.   (   he   can   probably   name   exactly   THREE   of   the  foreign   objects   laid   out   )  .    mirroring   annette’s   grin  ,   somehow   laughter   is   stifled  .         ‘    of   COURSE   i’m   voting   for   glitter  ,    i   wanna   be   a   mystical   freakin’   fairy  !    ’

            an elated giggle escapes her smiling lips, + she nudges her glasses back up on her nose.  ❝  ruh-roger th-thh-hat  !  ❞  she rifles through her box, finding her glitteriest eye shadow palette. she pulls it out with a small flourish, opening to decide which colors from it she was to use. she chose the blue + the green, since he seemed to suit cool colors, then went to looking at her other pans for non-glittery colors.  ❝  yuh-huh kn-now, i’v-ve -- n--never duh-hone th-thh-is buh-hefore.  ❞

[sixtenthed]

unusuallygifted.  /  a young man with business cards ought not to be crossed.

PART OF HIM had expected the question to come. One could even surmise that he had been vague with his response on purpose, to prompt her into asking him what his business was. Without glancing at it, he refolded the paper and raised a finger, as if to tell her to wait one moment. He reached into the pocket of his short trousers and took out a stack of clean white cards. He took the topmost one, slipped the rest into his trousers, and handed that card to her.

THEODORE ULYSSES SALLIS Private Eye (and Journalist)

Room 604, The Misty Wood Hotel, Brumous Boulevard

Knock thrice to be attended to.

“You can keep it. You never know when you’ll find yourself in need of a detective,” he said, before unfurling the paper again and examining the contents. As expected–another code.

              owl-eyed girl read the card, looking between the little slip of paper + the young man in front of her. once again, the fleeting thought of what or where his parents might be crossed her mind. however, it flitted past as she thought of how long it took her to stop her play-pretends. in fact, she still read to play pretend, if you looked at it the right way.  ❝  k--kuh-quite r-r-right-t, muh-muh-his--ter thh--eoduh-dore.  ❞  she gives a soft smile, attempting to peer at the paper.  ( blame sheer nosiness. )

                it’s code, that much she can tell. but it isn’t anything obvious. just scrambled letters.  ❝  oo-oo-ooh ... suh-ss-uhppose i-i-it’s a ... mmmm ... vuh-vuh-hignere  ?  ❞  she looked at the scramble again. the key word would be the problem. or if she knew what it might be a continuation of, perhaps she could help find that. however, she hasn’t a clue.

[sixtenthed]

             starchild.   ok i’ve got everything drafted bt im gnna cap the rest of my mars vids + then format it all bc i have everything written im jst ... lazy

[ask-meme-addicts]

“Little Shop of Horrors” soundtrack sentence meme

❝ What a creepy thing to be happening! ❞

❝ It’s nice to meet me, the pleasure is yours! ❞

❝ You have a talent for causing things pain! ❞

❝ Don’t feed the plants! ❞

❝ I’m willing to keep on doing bloody, awful, evil things! ❞

❝ What do you want from me — blood? ❞

❝ The rainbow’s just a no-show. ❞

❝ Does this look inanimate to you, punk? ❞

❝ You’re a monster and so am I! ❞

❝ Who knew success would come with messy, nasty strings? ❞

❝ Take a breath and look around: a lot of folks deserve to die! ❞

❝ Three words with the ring of fate. ❞

❝ Do you mind if I call you a genius? ❞

❝ Downtown: where depression’s just status quo. ❞

❝ Stop right where you are, don’t you move a thing! ❞

❝ Looks like you’re not happy, unless I open a vein. ❞

❝ Feed me! ❞

❝ You’re lookin’ cute as can be! ❞

❝ Bear in mind, I’m not immortal. ❞

❝ I have so, so many strong reservations. ❞

❝ Poor! All my life I’ve always been poor. ❞

❝ I’ll gladly treat you like my blood, and my own flesh. ❞

❝ Thanks a million for making the magic you do. ❞

❝ Who cares if I’ve been a little on the anemic side these past few weeks?  ❞

❝ You’ve given me nothing, but heartache and hurt. ❞

❝ The bosses take your money and they break your hearts. ❞

❝ Nobody ever treated me kindly. ❞

❝ They’re gonna put you in jail! ❞

❝ You got no place to hide, you got nowhere to run. ❞

❝ Must be blood! Must be fresh! ❞

❝ I’ve got no choice — I’m much too poor! ❞

❝ Relationships are no-go. ❞

❝ You’re barely alive. ❞

❝ Officially, I’m your brat! ❞

❝ He’ll never ever ever be any good! ❞

❝ Feed me all night long! ❞

❝ Tell your mama something’s gonna get her — she better beware! ❞

❝ All of a sudden success coming out of the blue! ❞

❝ When he’s gone, the world will be yours. ❞

❝ What we have here is an ethical dilemma. ❞

❝ Please understand, it’s still strange and frightening. ❞

❝ Someday, you’ll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay. ❞

❝ You cater to a million jerks. ❞

❝ I dream of a place where we could be together at last. ❞

❝ You need blood and he’s got more than enough! ❞

❝ Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade? ❞

❝ Someone show me a way to get outta here. ❞

❝ I know things were bad, but now they’re okay. ❞

❝ Don’t let my mirth deceive you! ❞

❝ I’m dating a semi-sadist… ❞

❝ I keep asking God what I’m for, and he tells me ‘gee, I’m not sure!’ ❞

❝ Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut’s! ❞

❝ I’m begging you sweetly, I’m down on my knees! ❞

❝ People will pay you to be inhumane. ❞

❝ Stand aside watch that motha’ blow! Explosion! Bang! Kerboom! ❞

❝ I’d poison guppies, and when I was done, I’d find a pussycat and bash in its head. ❞

❝ Someone gimme my shot or I’ll rot here. ❞

❝ I get off on the pain I inflict! ❞

❝ Lady luck came and found me. ❞

❝ It really is a rotten way to go! ❞

❝ They say the meek gonna get it — and you’re a meek little guy. ❞

❝ I dream we’ll go somewhere that’s green. ❞

❝ Stop and think it over, pal… that guy sure looks like plant food to me. ❞

[sixtenthed]

@unsquip.

             she’s sitting opposite jeremy  --  she’s convinced him to let her do his makeup  --  of course, she’s banned eyeliner. she can hardly do that for herself. she got his hair pinned back in one of her floral fabric headbands,  +  her own is tied into a bun behind her head. there’s an unmovable grin on her face, stuck fast with excitement.  ( she’d never done a boy’s makeup before  !  )  her large box full of makeup  +  the things she can’t fit in there are all strewn out nearby.

              first, a very important question.  ❝  so. guh-guh-huh-lit-t-ter, or  --  n-no  ? ih-it’s-s impuh-puh-port-tan-nt.  ❞

[sixtenthed]

              starchild.   hey check out my self insert sideblog bc im loud

[cryptokit-blog]

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