#decorusxnex

[ludibriumx]

I'm actually like really terrified like I was at lunch and thankfully I didn't go off campus today bc they wouldn't have let me back in the school

[xthemachine]

+ 5 ;;

             “I keep having this dream about a red-eye falling from the sky.”

[imperfectxarchive]

            "-- on a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would I be if I started playing Christmas Music?"

[ludibriumx]

{ Gale has left a brand new metal bat around their place with the hope that he'd see it. There's a note, too. And of course it's eloquent. A scrawl of 'this isn't a christmas gift because that's fucking lame. this is a hey thanks for marrying me and you should know my favorite sibling is back gift.' }

     [ There’s a smile and he’s picking up the metal bat, rolling it from hand to hand. His old wooden bat was splintering, practically falling apart at the seams. He takes a practice swing or two, probably knocking over a lamp or something. But upon lifting the note again, reading the last few words, he places it back down. ] 

    Sibling. Reckon he’s gonna try’n kill me or something. 

[traumeriinarchive]

I didn't know you could do that

     ☁ Gale had come in at a rotten time. The poor thing had done nothing but Rosemary had been in such a wretched mood that she snapped. Before the other could ever mutter a hello she was screaming her head off. Some awful words were sent towards her directions but most of it had been incoherent rambling. As kind as she was, Dreams could only take so much of others treating her like a doormat.

     After she finished the other was left speechless. She couldn't blame her; Rosemary hadn't raised her voice in a century. Once the hatred in her heart washed away sadness replaced it. Now she was becoming aware of her surroundings again. Aristotle was crying and a few dishes had been smashed. Instantly the woman embraced herself. That wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to keep her calm no matter what. 

     "Gale I'm..." She couldn't even say it. Part of her feared that if she opened her mouth again she'd muttered other terribly things. Her back rested against the wall as she slowly sat down. Tears began to form in her eyes as she shook her head. "I'm sorry."

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decorusxnex replied to your post:

this ain’t no punk’d, rad as plaid, i say you are

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decorusxnex replied to your post:

you’re rad kenzii

is this real life

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