#booktease

[nealshustermanreal]

First round of "Title from the Tiles" A world where shadows whisper secrets and darkness hides truths… Uncover the book title! Hint: It’s a journey to a place you never thought you’d explore. Drop your guesses below!

[indentedbones]

I did a thing today. Thank you so much @earlygravetattoo 📖 #GilmoreGirls #JessMariano #TeamJess #Booktease #Manipulator #HookedOnPhonics #YyzTattoos #goldenirontattoostudio (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWmfhXzNZqz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[marblecoven]

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raises brows

adjhaskd SAME LIEK ION EVEN KNOW WHo they are but i stan them IMMEDIATELY 

[marblecoven]

booktease replied to your post “give me …….. some cuties y’all wanna see around bc i have ocs swimming...”

lyrica okano

she would make a V aggressive character i liek it 

[legoule]

She wasn’t an addict that I could see, her ability to function hid the truth rather well. Sure she hoarded medication and dosed herself every 6-8hrs, but that’s how she got through her day. It took years for me to recognize a pattern. What a person grows up with is their own personal brand of normal. As children, our first taste of “the world really IS different outside this door and behind another” is the first sleep over at “their” house. It’s our first unsolicited lesson in perspective. The differences just glare at you. Then you get to decide who’s right, and who’s wrong…and which you think is better.

@legoule                    (excerpt from) -Functional Addiction

[legoule]

I had not yet been touched by death. I had not witnessed any more than the word itself in a dictionary, or a bloody story in the christian bible. Still, it held an interest, because I was 10 and things that were beyond my experience I took to be romantic, or at the very least, worth a look.

@legoule         (excerpt from) --HydePark

[legoule]

The end of his suffering being the beginning of mine, My dreams were filled with needles and bites and pats on the head with grownups saying “it’ll be ok leg…just…one…more…”

@legoule            (excerpt from)--HydePark

[legoule]

Hyde Park -part one 1stDraft

Each school day, I walked to the bus stop never setting foot on a sidewalk. There were dirty paths in the sparse grasses on either side of the cheaply paved roads and marshy smelly ditches that seemed to never drain.   The only part of town that saw pavement in the last decade was the main strip leading from the stadium and the Progresso soup factory parking lot 2 miles away. I knew this place was a step down. It was one of those cracks you hear of that people slip through, never to be seen again. But here we were, Mud running from another man and situation she couldn’t control only to find herself starting over again, losing a large part of what was left to a new guy who never earned it. During the year and a half spent in HydePark, there was a new word added to my vocabulary, serial killer. I didn’t understand what made a repeat killer so special as to give them a new word. I mean, the only difference between a serial killer and a mass murderer was time, and the only difference between either and a soldier at war, or a tobacco executive, was a means of employment telling them to do it. Brass in Pocket on the blue transistor in my hand, these are the things i thought of on those walks to and from the bus stop. I had not yet been touched by death. I had not witnessed any more than the word itself in a dictionary, or a bloody story in the christian bible. Still, it held an interest, because I was 10 and things that were beyond my experience I took to be romantic, or at the very least, worth a look. . . @legoule