#askthepunkasskid

[the-briar-patch-blog]

That doesn't look like a scratch. (@askthepunkasskid)

I-It is!…I tripped during practice…

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The sun was starting to dip in the horizon, which meant it was time to walk Betsy. He opened the door and let her go, following closely. The dog bounded happily outside, running a few feet while he closed his door, leading the way. Robert simply followed. Maybe they’d go to the cemetery again. 

Then Betsy stopped on her tracks and started to bark at the empty space in front of Damien’s house. 

“Hey girl, what’s going on? You know Damien” he asked, suddenly tense.

@askthepunkasskid

[pastel-prayers]

#blessed? You may be the "cool paster" but you're still a cringy adult (@askthepunkasskid)

There’s nothing cringey about loving God’s hashtag blessings, Ernest!

((@askthepunkasskid​))

[the-briar-patch-blog]

(older ernest) H-Hey... Bri... Talk to you about something?

Hmm? Sure! What’s up?@askthepunkasskid

[the-briar-patch-blog]

[Text to Rose Bush] I.. I can't do this anymore... (@askthepunkasskid)

[Text to Pizza Rolls] Do what?

@askthepunkasskid

[the-briar-patch-blog]

*Ernest hated seeing his girlfriend like this. A mindless dead man eater. Briar deserves better than this. He points a hand gun at her*

(3/8)

*She groans and shakes her head slowly* *she reaches a decayed hand for him*No! I’m still in my right mind!@askthepunkasskid

[the-briar-patch-blog]

Hey Bri... Are you alright... (@askthepunkasskid)

@askthepunkasskid*shakes her head and looks up at him with red, teary eyes*(2/6)

[the-briar-patch-blog]

*Ernest sneaks up behind her and boops her nose too*

YA’LL.@askthepunkasskid