#cortexiphanjunkie

[voldcmorts]

I love your gifsets! Where do you make your GIFs?

Photoshop c:Thank you very much. 

[jess1820]

@Jennie I KILLED IT GO ME DIDNT HAVE TO BRING OUT THE FIRE THIS TIME @cortexiphanjunkie noooooooo though it's probably true I always have those giant spiders creepin on me FRICK @Azalee I SMASHED IT WITH MY HAND IM SO PROUD OFME IT WAS A LIL ONE BUT SHIT OMG NOO NO QUEEN SPIDER CAN WE KILL THAT WITH FIRE ASAP PLSSS SEND A TEAM

[lovefool-mp3]

cortexiphanjunkie replied to your post: ok bc tumblr is a butt i’m just gonna make ur pics...

Who? What? Eh?

im making a friends page

if we have a nice mutual follow goin or we talk or whatever you should like that post

[lunargreywolf]

Just added an "About me" section in my blog, in case you were wondering. (I know you were wondering. No? Really? All right...) It's called Frequently Asked Facts. So, yeah. Real fucking exciting...

[lunargreywolf]

Daaamn, new background, new portrait, I edited the colors. I really like it, what do you guys think?

[lunargreywolf]

My True Pairings:

2.- Jesus and Mary Magdalene.

Peter: "[...] the Saviour loved you above all other women."

[lunargreywolf]

I have like other 3 versions of the TK fan photos poster no. 1. Don't know if I should upload them, though. Do you want them, guys? :o)

[lunargreywolf]

A little story.

He wakes up. It's really early in the morning, 4:45 AM to be exact. He hardly stands up from his bed, scratches his head, and proceeds to the bathroom. It looks as part of a rigorously rehearsed acting routine. He looks at himself at the mirror but his eyes are still swollen. He had tried just about everything to make it less noticeable: from ice, to makeup he had "borrowed" from his mother. This has been a recurring scene for the past 12 years of his life and he was 17. By the time he was almost done 'grooming' himself, for some reason it occurred to him to check his watch and with panic he realized he was running late to catch the bus. The rush of adrenaline that got to him was enough to help him run almost 3 miles in little less than 10 minutes; sure, he almost had a heart-attack while on the bus but it didn't matter

This is the life of Brandon Bishop, running late for things because of being busy fixing other things. Deep black hair, really fair skin, eager eyes. He was sort of tall, yet he always felt like the smallest thing in the room, in any room.

By the time he got to his school, he was feeling a lot better; music does have healing properties, believe it or not. He walked out the bus and proceded to make his way into the school: Get credential out of the pocket, pass it over the barcode reader, get past the turnstile, and keep moving. Some guys were showing off on a bench, the usual, shouting non-sense things, starting and ending every single sentence with the word 'Dude', laughing so loud and so stupidly that even chimpanzees would feel sorry for humanity. Then you have the rich guys in the far corner by the palmtrees. Blasting lousy music through some fancy-brand speakers, strutting around as if they owned everything and everyone. Funny, though. They didn't even own themselves. 

Brandon kept walking, seeking for some familiar face, but even when he did, everyone walks around so into themselves and what they are thinking that it feels as if a large cloud of cold mist was always hovering over the school. All around him are familiar faces, worn-out places. Now he was starting to wish that heart-attack had actually struck him down earlier.

There is really no reason for him to wake up in the morning, and that is a recurring thought throughout his day. People would usually ask him things like "What makes you tick?" or the most obvious one, "Why do you wake up every day?". He would just turn the other way and say "Yeah, I don't know" and quickly change the subject before people realized the eternal sadness behind his smile. But there is a certain person that keeps him motivated. A girl he can hardly believe exists, someone with such a naive attitude and tender ways, but with so much wisdom and an old soul inside her. She inspires him to be a better person. She is so wise and witty, a person that you could talk to for hours and the conversation would just keep getting better. A person that knows billions of things about art, literature, authors, media, general culture, popular culture, history, modern day and age, he has to be constantly doing research and reading to barely keep up with her. He could be flunking every subject, but the one where he is with her, is the one he puts his mind and soul the most, if not the only one.

So, he copes with all his classes, which is a pretty bad nuisance, just to see her. He knows, oh, so well he's out of his league, by far, but just to reach her, he would stand in line. In every line.

Eventually, the time comes, and the class with her arrives. Every now and then you can see him run to the bathroom just before she arrives to comb his hair, brush his teeth, or just make sure he looks good. A boy's got to look good. And then, she arrives. She walks past the door really quickly and anxiously, but it looks just like a vision to him. His heart starts beating really fast, if you look really closely, it's as if his pupils now covered the entirety of his eye. And a huge from-ear-to-ear smile appears on his face.

And then, she looks at him. "Hello, Brandon, how are you?", she utters, with a gorgeous smile on her face, and her round, honest eyes upon him.

  "Hi, teacher", he responds.

"I'm fine".