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omfg TYLER FUCKING ASH
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fakemartyr replied to your photo “we out here”
omfg TYLER FUCKING ASH
graphic design no fun without the original gang : , (
you should make me a link it should say the queen
im ok
♣ -FM
Send ♣ To Get The Muse's Reaction If They Saw You Naked
==>You had some witty comment about how his sad body matched his pathetically cruel personality but...==>Those scars, his bones. He hadn't been taking care of himself....==>If things were different...like before...You'd offer him some food to fill him up, you'd care for the cuts and make sure he'd never resort to harming himself again. You'd let him know his scars were okay, that he was worthwhile and kind and had no need to listen to any demon that made him do such a thing.==>But things are very different now.
==>You shake your head and sign a quick apology, walking out without any words.
Staring at his phone, a white and black haired man glared rather intently at his screen. Why. Why did there have to be so much dread? With a white puff, the man formed himself green tea as his eyes glided over the phone at 400 words a minute. The drama within the words he read seemed to scream into his head like they were pleading for some kind of rationality factor to come into play. Some kind of romeo and juliet bullshit. Downing the tea in one quick glug, both the phone and the tea cup puffed away before the man lifted himself up from the ground. This was bullshit. Everything seemed to be bullshit. Was there any true meaning to the romance of the red and olive one? Letting out a soft grunt of frustration, the figure ended up clenching his fist before punching a tree.
If one were to wander where the man was, one would find a large dent the shape of a fist planted into the tree, with a pretty hefty blood stain left over.
Limitless thought can't assist emotional breakup. This was the one thing the monochromatic man had the must frustration for. God damn the Olive and Red one. Why couldn't he muster up the confidence to at least do something? Then again, he was just some guy. He couldn't really do anything. Gritting his teeth, the man then punched another fucking tree. Again, another dent and bloodstain.
Kitties and Turtlenecks || Fake Martyr
==>The day was over, the sky was darkening with the setting of the sun, and of course fall in La Jolla was as awful as the dying dreams of all those college students. You breathe into your hands to warm them up, wishing for the sunnier summer season with more stable weather for once. ==>Fuck California weather, it was the bipolar storm of mother freaking nature. The sea being so close was of no help whatsoever and even in these temperatures strangers came to make the city their home for just a day or two. They crowded the streets and filled the restaurants to the point where your own little coffee hut was filled up on an average day. ==>The weather, the folks who got lost and got mad, the tourists, the everything! You sigh and shake your head, closing your eyes for a moment as you walk the familiar sidewalk to your bus stop.
==>Whaaaaaat is this!? Someone in your seat? Your little spot where it was just right for someone light you because of your handicap did this person not see that you could not stand out there with- oh well you suppose its nothing to worry yourself about, since the seat next to yours opened up as a poor guy got bored of waiting. You plop yourself down and sigh happily. Finally, some rest!
"Don’t go." -FM
I WONT GO THEN.HOW ABOUT MEW LEAVE INSTEAD?
I LIKE THAT IDEA BETTER.
Something in the water || Fake Martyr
==>You woke up from his hive and made your way to your own a few days ago, in fact every day seems blurred into one strange dream. You'd left him a note, a thank you note with some death threat at the end of it maybe...You can't really be sure. In fact the more you think of it, the more you are sure you'd left behind some illegible nonsense. ==>Either way you watch Sollux munch some candy as you wait for a your husktop to warm up. After a moment or two you send Kankri a message, bored and honestly quite confused about many things...You are sure he is the right sort of nosy troll to go to. [Txt] (^•w•^)/<YOOO KANNY! HOW ARE MEW?????