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I never told you then that I'd be easy to love Supposedly I'm a man, but I felt like a cub I wandered into the plains, further and farther away Not ever knowing that I'd never come back the same

Sahara -- Relient K

[lyrics-by-moonlight-blog]

So you don't lose hope,  I'll lose an hour of sleep Every night, just in case you call.

Cut the Rope (Before It Hangs Us Both) by This Charming Man

[lyrics-by-moonlight-blog]

collapsible lung || mark&setty

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⋙     [   ♮   ]  Seth kept his eyes closed, leaning back into           the couch, exhausted.  A local show was a nice           change of pace, but the fame was becoming a little too           much for him.  He still liked sticking around after shows,           signing t-shirts and CDs, getting pictures with fans but...

          [   ♮   ]  It was getting harder.  Seth didn’t like the crowds,           he didn’t like the noise afterwards, but it was nice coming           home with some one.

          [   ♮   ]  ❝ Mark, babe? ❞ he called into the apartment.             The brunette seemed eager to go to bed fast.  He was           acting a little strangely, but... There had been a lot of people.           He stood up, stepping towards the hallway where Mark           would be able to hear him better.  ❝ Can I say something           that’s... kinda personal? ❞

[betterhealing]

I’ve lost hope, and this is my escape, my escape from reality. Its fragile beauty is often painful, reminding us that looks can be deceiving. A bite of truth from its soft petals, thorns protrude, sparing no one from its wrath. Such a terrible beauty that it leads us to believe things that are not there - a slice of hope, drowning in a river’s current.

Hope, something so frail, but with so much meaning. That’s why it’s the most terrible thing in the world - its hand guides us through moments when we’re slipping out of its embrace, and yet…

We are merely puppets, our fate is guided by something we cannot see. The strings snap; leaving us shattered on the ground, forever broken. It’s a long fall, and yet…

Betrayal, forgiveness, a precious balance in this world. Once again the jaws lock tight, leaving you staggering, and in the end you let the current take you. We are blind in our own selfish cruelty, plummeting into an endless voice, peeking from the shadows to see the light.

Hope lost, sinking into the gloom. A thing so dear we don’t realize its worth until we lose it, lost forever, gone..

This is all a dream, and we create it. Does that not mean we get to end it? When the curtains finally fall, hiding the empty stage, silence not broken by even so much as a whisper, even the wind dares not roam the bare theatre, once so full of life and promise of the future to come.

I’m slipping, ice beneath my feet. Slipping from reality, dreams, muffled by the sound of shovels biting into the frozen mud, forever hiding those who have ceased dreaming, embracing death’s cold wings…

Forgive me, for I have dreamt far too long…

[betterhealing]

Boone's eyes narrowed. Now, it wasn't only the fact that he was a sniper that made him perceptive, but also how disturbingly noticeable those bruises were. So, for a brief moment, his eyes studied them behind his shades. A pause followed. Maybe he shouldn't have reacted so strongly - but, the courier trusted this guy, and, well. A friend of a friend is a friend. Or something. "Who did that?" He simply asked, with revenge already in his mind. ((sdfjksd the starter is coming I SWEAR))

Oh.

…. well shit.

Arcade had done well in hiding those bruises but he’d allowed his guard to fall while he was putting around the Lucky 38, waiting for the courier and the others to return from wherever they’d all been dragged off to. He’d been alone… why shouldn’t he have been able to allow his guard to fall? His jacket was off, hanging over the arm of the comfortable chair he was seated in, but unwittingly he’d only made it easier for the ring of bruises that distinctly looked like the fingermarks they were to be seen.

"Someone you wouldn’t like." He quipped without thought as he grabbed for the white lab coat, moving to shrug it back on where the collar would once more hide the sickly marrings from view. "Someone I don’t like either.” More liked utterly loathed, the cruel man with his serpent’s tongue and inhuman behavior..