#fortunestole

[lachlanhonestly-blog]

@fortunestole gets a starter!

“Kitty. Dearest. Kindly tell your husband to get off my back. It’s bad enough I’m stuck here with him, but now that he’s put a moratorium on KILLING? I mean, what’s a ghost gotta do to spill a little blood around here?”

[gasclerk-blog]

♗ i love u beeb

 @fortunestole

i love yOU.  and real talk : Why 👏   Isn’t  👏   Cathy 👏  Canon 👏

[gasclerk-blog]

   @fortunestole

when water runs down his body,  he feels eyes carving every inch of his exposed back, observing the lines of his shoulder blades and slight curve of his spine.   but, his fruitless checks never reap in any source.   the room dips in its temperatures during random hours of the night, and he feels cold as the watching persists and he’s unaware. 

ONE NIGHT,   as he wades through his sleep-filled haze,  immersive dreams ebbing away from his psyche as he’s thrust back into the waking world,  he sees someone at the end of his bed.  his face contorts into one of fear and startle,  having to sit up wholly with brown locks at a disarray on his head.  

  ‘  god,  who ---- how did you get in here ?   ‘ 

[taintedkiller-blog]

fortunestole respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

MY BABE

softaste respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

hearTEYES

faiiryonaciid respondeu ao seu álbum de fotos: I am alive :’))) happy Halloween my dudes!!!

hEART EYES MOTHERFUCKERRRR

YALL SO SWEET IM !!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAH TYSM

[swedishghxst-blog]

fortunestole liked this for a thing.

( * ░ &&. –– weeks. it had been weeks of going through that terribly confusing hotel. agnetha was mapping out the place, room by room trying to find her friend. she was hoping the other Swedish girl had managed to escape, maybe go home. hopefully she had told her parents what happened so they wouldn’t worry. the woman at the front desk had told her that her friend was ‘dead a doornail’. and so, agnetha started her search. If the girl was dead, maybe she ended up like herself -- dead, stuck, and desperately lonely. she was half crying marking the rooms and halls she had gone through that day when she heard someone come push open her rooms door.

❝ I thought I put the do not disturb sign up.... ❞

[oldestlowe-blog]

( fortunestole. + starter call! )

                                                ❛  it’s called an I-POD. see? you can listen to                                                  all your favorite music and videos on here. ❜