★ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᶰᶦᵛᵉʳˢᵉ﹗

★★★ if you love the city you love the earth it stands on and the star it revolves for it allows the life that makes the city possible ★★★ hi im jade and welcome to my blog!

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being by my lonesome for this long has allowed me to learn some things about myself like boy howdy im as stubborn as a mule

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ive really neglected this blog now havent i

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IM STILL RLY PROUD OF THIS THING I WROTE 

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(how to tell if im at school: no icons, no formatting, no ic posts)

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okay but if i ever post something that you want tagged please lemme know, because i, usually, can tell the difference, but not always

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he's a demon with a halo -     an angel with blood on his hands;   his wings are drenched in thick misery                cloaked in black guilt; his hands are cold with lack of emotion -      ( or maybe too much ) - as you try    try - try - try to warm him up he tells you -         ' it's not worth it '    but you can see right through him;       everyday, his light fades more & more   and you keep telling yourself -                  "he's a pheonix, he'll come back" -            ( you know you're lying to yourself -                        you can see it in his eyes. ) here's the best part:    he loves you so much more than he can put into words       so he shows you instead. in the way you can feel the warmth -    in his hands, in his smile; in the way you fall asleep on his chest    and his arms hold you close, to a point that      you don't know where he ends and you begin; in the way he shows you more of    himself each day, the parts of him that are      truly him. in the way he so casually says:          ' i love you ', at the strangest times. it's only when you've finally       gotten his wings clean; when you've finally    made his smile true, that you notice the fire in his eyes              is DIFFERENT. his grip is tighter on your hands,          smile strained but true all the same;      he says ' i love you ' -              but it's different, fiercer. his actions are rushed,                                defiant,                                   loud,          and you'd worry, if you weren't happy    happy that he's being true to himself. so here's the worst part:       he loves you so much more than he can put into words               so he shows you instead.

chapter 1: how to love a broken boy (via probablyharley)

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⋮★⋮HOSS. (please don’t blame yourself...)

Seeing her crumble almost made him cry himself. But he didn’t cry! no, no, he was a man. He’d seen animals die in the worst way’s possible, and things that would make you a little wacky to had you seen ‘em. This.. still made his heart ache thought. At the idea of his Jade being so upset - no. This was his Jade. Any Jade was his Jade, he’d sworn to love and protect her, and he’d never let that down yet.

Did she not have a Grandpa?

“You’re home.” Because it was better than saying ‘you’re always welcome here.’ That sounded as if he wanted to end things, as if he was going to leave - but no. He wasn’t not again. She was broken, he was going to fix that. 

Here her laugh was like the sun finally showing after years of rain. It made Hoss smile ; and how could it not? her laughter had always been music to his ears. Something he’d never get sick of hearing.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, my little sunflower.”

It didn’t matter if this wasn’t his Jade exactly, and that he wasn’t her Grandpa exactly. Somewhere, somehow, another version of him fucked up badly. It was his fault.

‘Wasn’t there for you’. Each and every syllable cuts     into his throat, silencing her every single time she even     thought of speaking, making her throat burn with blood     that isn’t there, with the screams she kept so well buried     in the linings of her esophagus, forcing more tears to her     eyes from the pain of it all. When she can finally speak,     her hands take in more of his shirt, trying to make sure     he’s still there - that this, in fact, is not a dream - that he’s     here - that this isn’t another nightmare created by her     fucked up mind. 

“It - wasn’t... of your own will, Grandpa.” Why does telling     the truth hurt more than telling a lie? Has she really fallen to     such lows? ( - or is it her lack of wanting to accept the reality     of her actions? ) “It... kind of was my fault. I shouldn’t have     been - ... I shouldn’t have gotten a hold of the guns in the first     place. But I think - it’s fine? You’ve... always been with me, in     a sense. Spiritually. ... ( that sounds stupid, I’m sorry. )”

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PSA to all now that is is Pumpkin Spice Season

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renstability:

From someone who worked at starbucks. If you have a milk/dairy allergy AT ALL. DO NOT. I repeat. DO NOT. Drink Pumpkin Spice.

It contains dairy IN the syrup that is used to make the drink. Even if you get it made with soy, you will still be getting doses of dairy in there. 

Depending on the severity and intolerance it can and will cause reactions. I found that as a barista I was constantly warning people about the dairy in the product. No one ever seemed to tell them that there was dairy in the mix. More times than I can count I heard people realize that’s why they kept having reactions, or that’s why it made them sick.

People legitimately do not know that pumpkin spice no matter what you do will always contain some amount of dairy.

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                     ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ＨＥＬＬ 

                          ɪs ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ 

                     ＧＯＯＤ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs

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musxng:

                                                          i could say the words                                                               ❝I LOVE YOU❞                                                in a t h o u s a n d different languages                             yet you still wouldn’t understand just how much i mean them

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⚔ ⊱ ❛ alpha dave. under con.

THIS IS WHERE I’M GOING TO BEF OR THE NEXT. HOUR N A HALF AND PROBS TOMORROW. CATCH ME THERE <33

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brckenblade:

                “I never started the revolution on a whim. No,                 it was a process–a PLAN. I didn’t wake up one                 day and think–oh man, I’m going to risk my life                 for nothing trying to fight the Batter-Bitch &                  hope to FUCK that I don’t die. NO! God, do ya                 know how stupid I’d have to be? It took years &                 years of planning, of practice, of patience before                 I could get a good angle–before we- me & my                  sister-could swoop in for the kill. & we didn’t                 do it for the world. We didn’t do it for the world–                 hell, we didn’t even do it for OURSELVES.                 We did it for t h e m. For Roxy, for Dirk.

                               For our children.

                        So they could have a better life.”

                          ⚔  ⚔  ⚔  ⚔  

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GO AWAY – !!

             i’m BAD and you shouldn’t be AROUND me —-!!

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sinnamxn:

               Put on false confidence just to feel alive                         They can’t hurt me anymore                    There’s nothing left to break of me                  There’s nothing left to take from me               ‘Cause, baby, it’s easy to fake a smile                    ━━━━When you’ve been doing it for a while

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someone: [fandom/site that i’m in/go on] is trash me: i know, i just can’t leave

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sinnamxn:

                   You can’t hope for a            ｈｏｒｒｏｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ                            With a                ӇƛƤƤƳ ЄƝƊƖƝƓ

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==> Jade: Suddenly stop trying.

You let out another unintelligble scream before you suddenly fall asleep. You're not sure why you do so but you have a feeing that someone is intervening in this ordeal of yours. You don’t really know if you should thank her next time you find her or if you should scold her for using her abilities for these petty things again. You don’t really notice the almost too calm beeping, which are too spaced out, too even, too easy. You don’t get the chance to get scared over what will happen next because you, of course, are asleep an without the use of drugs or sedatives from the hospital. Again, you don’t really know if this is good or bad, but you think you might be thankful for the rest from your turmoil. But, boy, are you going to have some explaining to do with Grandpa...