BANG, BANG, BANG !

you left me and i fell apart, i punched the wall and cried----- BAM ! BAM ! BAM ! then i found you changed my heart, and set loose all that truthful shit inside. ind. jason dean, musical based. as penned by stephanie.

[vsprtin-blog]

      multimuse   /   feat.  horror ocs ( including barbie ) ,   & muses from heathers,   skins,  paswg,  etc. 

[rcsario]

god’s favorite tragedy,   bubblegum locks and rose petal lips.  she weeps like angels,   bleeds sunshine,  spits ichor.   each limb is kissed in honey,  smooth like silk,   creamy like milk.  you itch to touch her,   itch to hold her,  itch to devour her,   yet she blooms in the distance like an unpickable rose, thorns to match.   you can taste her skin in your teeth,   like the sweetest of cotton candy or the ripest of cherries,  yet little did you know that her flesh was poison and her presence was pure intoxication.  she’ll eat you alive,  hooked on the light of her love and the damnation of her fingertips.   her flames scorch you,  thick and imaginary, the way she moves and the way her dress whispers around her thighs is a vision from heaven, an idealistic paradise,  it’s impossible for an angel to live on earth.

[artemius]

sometimes it quiets down, but it never leaves

[slxguns-blog]

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hollow   stomach   is   already   sick   from   the   sight   .   (   how   pathetic   can   she   get   ?   )   diverted  doe   eyes   are   but   a   flimsy   attempt   to   hide   the   truth   (   it’s   not   Heather’s   fault  anymore   ,   she’s   just   WEAK   and   SAD   and  DESPERATE   )   from   the   snake   of   a   boy   .   she   wants   to   be   cool   -   witted   in   his   eyes   ,   strives   to   be   thought   of   as   more   than   the   third   Heather   ,   the   one   who   wears   green   and   locks   the   bathroom   door   behind   her   and   gets   used   as   a   table   when   they   want   to    laugh   at   some   poor   girl   with   stars   in   her   eyes   .   ❝ YOU   DIDN’T   PAY   FOR   THAT   .   I   don’t   steal   ,   I’m   not   eating   it   .   ❞   it’s   a   transparent   excuse   but   it   has   truth   to   it   ;   she’s   much   too   afraid   to   steal   .   nerve   -   less   girl   fears   a   lot   of   things   but   the   mere  thought   of   getting   caught   and   the   disappointment   in   her   mother’s   eyes   if   she   did   are   terrifying   .

       ‘ suit yourself.  ‘    waltzes over to the register and throws down a fat five---    walks back over with packaged poison already ripped open. ‘  bon appetit.  ‘   he’d feel bad,    if his heart wasn’t already so decayed and so rotten from hate and cigarette ash.  he’s an ugly,    ugly boy,    and you can almost see past his charm in this moment,  revealing the filth and the dirt and the scum that collected beneath his seductive skin.   he was not nice,   but he pretended to be.    they were opposites in this regard.    duke was nice, he can tell,    but she pretended she wasn’t.    he wanted to break her,  open her,   see her bare---    there’s a person in there somewhere,   he’s sure. 

[outcrying]

“come on baby, make me fall in love with you.”              on the news / keaton henson

[slxguns-blog]

      ‘ it’s nothing.    don’t worry about it. ‘    he never tended to his scrapes and bruises;    never felt the need to.   /  @chamberburied

[voidclaws]

[slxguns-blog]

    ‘ sharing is caring,    you know. ‘   /  @barrened

[slxguns-blog]

starter call. 

[rcsario]

god’s favorite tragedy,   bubblegum locks and rose petal lips.  she weeps like angels,  bleeds sunshine,  spits ichor.   each limb is kissed in honey,  smooth like silk,   creamy like milk.  you itch to touch her,   itch to hold her,  itch to devour her,   yet she blooms in the distance like an unpickable rose, thorns to match.   you can taste her skin in your teeth,   like the sweetest of cotton candy or the ripest of cherries,  yet little did you know that her flesh was poison and her presence was pure intoxication.  she’ll eat you alive,  hooked on the light of her love and the damnation of her fingertips.   her flames scorch you,  thick and imaginary, the way she moves and the way her dress whispers around her thighs is a vision from heaven, an idealistic paradise,  it’s impossible for an angel to live on earth.    //   ind. moka akashiya, multifandom and canon diverg.

[demonicwords-inactive]

[yaoihands]

Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious

[slxguns-blog]

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 Quick steps to follow after,  she’s  already  surrendered  all power  to  him  .  Forever  a  follower  though  not  BOUND  to  golden  haired  dictator  .  Appropriate  response  is  contemplated  and  borderline  drafted  and  proofread  before  lips  part  to  speak  .  ❝ Corn  Nuts  make  me  sick  .  ❞  NO  COMMENT  whatsoever  on  Westerburg’s  IT  GIRL  ,  loyalties  remain  completely  in  tact  .  Honest  correction  slips  out  anyway  ,  ❝ Heather  makes  me  sick  .  ❞  It’s  the  truth  ;  vulgar  queen  is  the  root  of  the  disease  making  her  CHURN  UP  MEALS  and  of  the  rotting  of  her  morals  .  (  Or  is  that  just  an  easy  EXCUSE  ?  )

        he’s heard about it-------    the upchucking,     the locked door of the girl’s bathroom after lunch.    part of him thought it was just some nasty rumor,     but,    there were never any nasty rumors about the heathers,  merely alters and false idols.    boyish smile curves upside down in mock disapproval,    although it’s quickly back to that charming, sadistic grin.    he could use this to his advantage.   ‘   well,    there’s no heathers here beside you. ‘    he reassures,    twirling behind an aisle and plucking a box of twinkies.    he pulls one out-----     he’ll pay for it later,  probaly.     ‘  twinkies,  however  ?   they’re the shit.   did you know they actually expire  ?    found a box my dad used to have in the 90′s, all moldy and gross.  still like ‘em for the legend,   though.   went through a zombie movie phase. ‘    it’s offered to her.    ‘  try it.   ‘ 

[demonicwords-inactive]

[slxguns-blog]

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 A shiver is exuded from under the coat,   a  fear  unlike  the  usual  one  stirred  up  around  boys  plagues  her  .  Not  one  touch  away  from  a  PANIC  ATTACK  but  instead  from  something  that  excites  her  .. ❝ Well  ,  I  guess  it  wouldn’t  hurt  …  You  are  kind  of  cute  ,   I  guess  .  ❞ 

      ‘   kind of cute   ?   ‘     a scoff.    fingers dip into the pockets of black,   fitted jeans----   boyish smile curves across his rotten features;    ugly,    cruel,    unkind,   but beautiful in the way most hideous things are.     ‘   i’m adorable. ‘      he muses,      if only to tease her.    heels of leather boots are turned and he walks on his way to the nearest 7-eleven;   might as well start now.     ‘   you into corn nuts too  ?    gotta say,    i’ve never been much of a fan.    it’s ironic,    don’t you think,     for chandler to preach about being skinny yet she fills herself with packaged poison  ?   never understood that.   ‘     not like he was one to judge;      he practically lived off of junk food. 

[foreffy]

love will tear us apart. //  effy stonem as penned by stephanie.

[dancinginastorm]