Mar 10, 2018
all u need to know about me is that i live in these pjs and would die for dnp 10 times over
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all u need to know about me is that i live in these pjs and would die for dnp 10 times over
RAHUL KOHLI EDITS - 2/?
I got into gaming at a really early age, my father actually got me playing on his old computer – the kind where the games came on cassette tape and took about 15 minutes to load. Since then I’ve been hooked, for me they’re escapism at its purist. Games have always managed to keep me engaged. I also believe that they can rival any other medium when it comes to the storytelling experience and with the rise of the indie gaming scene it’s never been a better time to be a fan. Right now I’m rotating between titles like FIFA, Grand Theft Auto V, Halo, Battlefield and Alien: Isolation but really I’m just killing time until I can get my hands on Bloodborne, The Witcher 3 and Batman: Arkham Knight.
Never content with his own space, Dieter simply had to explore what he could of the new base. He left the comfort of his room to wander and poke around the place.
heyeyeye this blog is rly new and under construction so I'm sorry if it looks shitty until its finished
|| Child || The young child hugged her pillow closer, watching as her Dad sat on the edge of the bed. She had a small pout, the weight of the world on her small shoulders only like a child could have. "Daddy..." She mumbled, unsure of what her Dad's reaction would be. "Why doesn't Mommy want me anymore?" She briefly remembered her Mother leaving with a suit case months ago. She didn't mind it at first, until her hair wasn't brushed, stories untouched, and songs unsung. Her Mother was gone.
Child Meme: Ask me anything as my child. Go to my ask box and rip out my heart in any and every way possible. I dare you.
If Tate said that he hadn't been expecting his Lucille's question to arrive sometime soon, he'd be lying. In fact, he was surprised that it didn't come earlier. Perhaps it was the adjustment period. After all, five years with your mother only to be thrust into the arms of your father, whom you'd never met? Enough to throw even a grown person off balance, and they completely understood what was going on.
"Lucy," He said quietly, scooting down further on the bed to take her small hands in his. "I have no idea. You are amazing. You're pretty as a picture, you're smart, you make me laugh." He smiled. "She must have been crazy to leave when she did."
"Didn't do it. Wasn't here. Not my fault."
it took nothing but an irritated huff to pass his lips before he balled up the paper and tossed it to the side.
the words being written down were everything but perfect he couldn't lure people in with this shit. maybe make them vomit. and feel better about themselves.
but definitely no entrancing.
he readjusted his seat on that large slate of rock, resting his face on his palm, and his elbow on his leg.
maybe he needed an experience as motivation? let's lure someone in with soft, magic ukulele sounds, shall we? let's see what they have to say about life.
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