NO HOPE, NO FEAR

maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. carl jung called this his shadow work. he said we never see others. instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. shadows. projections. our associations. the same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight. the camera obscura. not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down. ( multi-muse blog; private/semi-selective )

[starvinglimbs]

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

[garrett-graham]

[mychemshame]

★ source

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I crave uncomplicated quiet, and the sky.

Marilyn Hacker, from Winter Numbers: Poems   (via mirroir)

[skelletonkeys-blog]

whoa hot damn I’m actually here. WHO WANTS A RANDOM STARTER??

[unpolariized-blog]

                              IVE HADIT WITHALL OF YOU.

[afterlaughters]

whats going on here

[tyjosephs]

twenty one pilots for billboard

[bethskarsgard-archive]

Norman Reedus » Flaunt (2015)

[acidtoned]

bob’s burgers sentence meme

“my crotch is itchy.”

“no one sheds like this family, it’s like a bunch of chewbaccas.”

“i loved you. i loved you like a horse, which is my favourite animal.”

“you know what, let’s stop before we say something we regret. like horses are better than cows.”

“so you’re not going to get revenge today?”

“I’M WARMING UP MY INSTRUMENT! unbelievable!”

“YOU FREAKIN’ IDIOT! YOU DON’T HUG FOR LUCK IN THE THEATRE!”

“i’ll see you in hell, _____! I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL!”

“your room looks like it was decorated by a perverted jockey.”

“oh my god! why do you talk so SLOW!”

“great. why don’t you learn something and become a lawyer.”

“whatever. it’s true, you are whack.”

“when i die i want you to cremate me and throw my ashes in tom selleck’s face.”

“hit him in his handsome groin!”

“you wanna play dodge ball in the hospital?”

“are we just going to ignore the fact that ______ pooped in the pool?”

“you’re a hurtful slut, _____!”

“never make her pancakes. force her to make you pancakes, in the middle of the night.”

“time for the charm bomb to explode.”

“don’t have a crap attack!”

“i did a booze cruise through your living room!”

“you’re supposed to love each other, not kill each other; this isn’t the bible!”

“you don’t want to mess with my ______. s/he’ll wear down your self esteem over a period of years.”

“do you really wanna stay here and get pee-ballooned?”

“great. now my candy tastes like guilt.”

“if you think about it, any box could have vibrators in it.”

“you did not mean that. you sounded very insincere as i recall! you said it and i was like, ‘nooooo.’”

“we’re adrenaline junkies. we like our rides pure, uncut and assembled in me-hi-co!”

“you should know, when you hold hands with me you’re holding hands with everything i’ve ever eaten.”

“i’m no hero. i put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else.”

“he gave us his magic, and then he disappeared. just like toad the wet sprocket.”

“wine helps me drink.”

“why’d you headbutt me?!”

“i was going to punch you, but i’m holding wine.”

[redefiningsanity-blog]

     ❝ tearing down the rest of the world won’t make you happy. look inside yourself. because finding who you were meant to be? what you were put into this world to do? that’s what fills the emptiness. it’s the only thing that can. ❞

                        semi-private/semi-selective. multiverse. multifandom. ocs welcome.

                                                   ( guidelines. biography. verses. )

[ribdiculous-deactivated20180228]

I can’t force my character to like yours

I can’t force my character to like yours

I can’t force my character to like yours

I can’t force my character to like yours

I CAN’T FORCE MY CHARACTER TO LIKE YOURS

[theinturnetexplorer]

This professor gets extra credit.

[soprana-snap]

GIVE ME STATS WITH THIS PROFESSOR

[to-uninspire]

joshuadun: ran into this dude at the mall. he showed me his fresh ink. so sick.

[skelletonkeys-blog]

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" [ Calli. ]

     Shit. Was this Calli’s punishment for disregarding the “look-but-don’t-touch” rule in the antique shop? Of course she had seen the signs -- they were pasted on every little shelf in every little aisle. And yet, there she was, cradling a petite music box in her slender palms. The shock of being caught almost made her drop the poor antique, but at least she had enough time to steady it in her hands. Damn good thing she did, too, because there was no way she could actually afford to pay for damaged goods in this place.

     “I-I--...” She stammered as she turned to face her interrogator (a brooding sales associate, most likely). Her blood turned to ice as she froze mid-turn.

     He was a perfect projection of so many suppressed memories, from his bleach-fried hair and dark roots to his dark, heavy-handed makeup. She had seen this face so many times, yet it had been years since she had seen it alive and in-person. It belonged to the same person that helped her through her hardest trials -- the same person who nursed her back to health when she was sick and dried her tears when she was afraid or simply lonely. The face of her dear brother, untouched by time and age. It was unrealistic. Impossible, even.

     And there he was.

                                                 “A-... Armand...?”

[obsixwi]

Some extra detail shots thst I didn’t put in my wardrobe post!