#aha?

[irl-batsignal]

https://www.tumblr.com/irl-batsignal/780662635065720832/all-of-my-spelling-mistakes-are-paid-actors?source=share

You're wasting your money on paying actors to be spelling mistakes. Shame on you. /j

Ireally cousldny care less lmfaoa

[illusionage]

elliott is so kissable and for what

[w-b-p]

Bez tytułu, bo nie wiem o co mi chodzi

Tej dziewczyny nie da się zranić Jest zbyt zimna  Jednocześnie twardo stąpa  Po ziemi Nie da się jej zabić

Czytałam kiedyś wiersz  Chyba o niej Choć nie jestem pewna  Nie pamiętam już tekstu Wiem, że był o trupie  Miał aż za żywe cechy

Och, jednak nie był o niej  Ona nie ma w sobie zbytnio energii Bardziej pasuje do niej  Wizerunek wampira Który nie pije krwi

wp

[something-terrible-happened-here]

i take a class on slavic vampires, ohh it will be fun i think, then i attend no lectures and the midterm is today

[big-gay-energyy]

Hi! I don't usually share the stuff I write but I wrote this recently and I truly wanted to share it. I guess to let people know they're not alone? I'm not too sure.

Dear the voice in my head,

The one that told me I wasn't strong enough.

Not.. Pretty enough.

Not smart enough.

The voice that told me I was annoying.

Too clingy

Too loud

The voice that made me question my self worth.

Made me question if I was good enough.

The voice that made me hate myself.

Made me sit in bed and cry quietly, alone and afraid.

The voice that made me pick up a razor.

The voice that made me scar my skin.

The voice that told me the world was better off without me.

The voice that told me to end it.

The voice that told me no one would love me.

The voice that made my skin tingle.

The voice that made my heart race.

The voice that makes the simple things hard.

Like eating

Like showering

Like waking up

Like breathing

The voice the stole my voice.

I hate you.

I hate the words you use.

I hate the lies you spit.

The words you made me believe.

You're nothing

You're pathetic

What did I do to deserve this?

Is it because of my sexuality?

My skin color?

Is it because you're afraid?

Dear the voice in my head,

Can you see it?

The tears,

The anxiety,

The depression,

You caused this.

You did this.

Let me be happy

Let me breathe

Let me walk outside

Let me stop being afraid

Dear me,

Why?

[threeee]

bro i hate art

[andneverfall]

It doesn’t even hurt, after a while. The white hot burn and twist of claws in his gut (similar, but different from compromising injuries he’s known) are blistering and intense, but as quick as it starts, it starts to dim. 

He’s dying, Scott McCall knows. 

The wolf’s doing all it can to dig at the surface, pump whatever reserve he has left to heal into the gashes in his chest, the holes in his stomach and lungs and liver. Heal, it roars, but he can’t, it’s not enough. 

He hears Stiles laughing, sees Lydia’s smile, sees Malia Liam Derek. His mom, touching his cheek. Thinks of how much he loves them. 

How he’s leaving them to clean up his own mistakes. How he regrets, the feeling so visceral it hurts almost worse than the steady burn of his blood running in rivulets onto the wooden floor.

Sees Theo, standing over them all, body covered in their gore. Dead and dying because a true alpha didn’t do his duty. 

Some of us are human!

You’re right, Scott thinks, as he feels himself die half a wolf, howling distant in his ears.