#doctorothredson

[hallowednesday-blog]

                    it was probably out of character and a little childish that wednesday was holding her father's hand as they approached the school, but she was feeling protective of him ---- the woman on his other side was trying to take him away from her. or her away from him. wednesday knew that this parents evening would be bad and although she was trying, she was failing. and the teachers loathed her. she also knew that her mommy would be ever so glad about this, after all, the teenager had spied her looking at boarding schools for wayward teens.

[hallowednesday-blog]

doctorothredson

                    ❛ i don't really go in                     for the whole ... well,                     christmassy thing. ❜

[misslanawinters-archive-blog]

➵ ᴏᴇᴅɪᴘᴜs 

        ❛ this sandwich tastes like ASS. ❜ 

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doctorothredson replied to your post:'wanna know something? i actually hate my url on...

;;basically fucking me tho.

it fucking sucks tho sam, doesn't it? i'm sort of just side eyeing mine at the moment as if it's the worst person ever. 

[hallowednesday-blog]

doctorothredson

                          ❝ I-- I'm fine. It was just a scrap                            with s- some cheerleader bitch. ❞

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       [ stxrcatcher, medxum, sadiiistic, doctorothredson &                  cxrpusnymphe are  t r e s p a s s i n g  ]

        ⊰ ✄ ⊱ - - - ;  ❝ I am  E d w a r d . . ❞

[hallowednesday-blog]

doctorothredson

                     ❝ Wake up. ❞

[jackiisms-blog]

             Testicular cancer.                    Lymphoma.                   Tuberculosis                 Blood parasites.                 Brain parasites.          Ascending bowel cancer.

                                                  These were only a selection of the support groups that I                                                   became addicted to.  I cried, I  slept like a baby, I didn't cry,                                                   I didn't sleep. Being Cornelius, Rupert, and all the other                                                   identities I created became a hobby, an obsession.  Although my utopia was ruined. Tears never flourished, and sleepless nights greeted me like an old friend. A doctors presence was what did it, I couldn't cry knowing my lies never had so much clarity to them, he knew something.  He was something.