#he's slipping

[parmesanvaljean]

I've seen this bat on two separate days while driving around town. I'm sure when he eventually falls it will lead to an accident just for me.

[hyckss]

♫  now  playing  .  .  .   ◄  ▷ | |  ►  ♫   /  ❛  why  didn’t  you  tell  me ?  ❜  .  .  .  @phonestalked

❛  tell  you  what?  th  -  that  i’m  pretty  sure  i’m  going  insane?!  ❜  rapid  movements  are  made  as  wide  eyes  struggle  to  focus  on  the  others  face.  panic  .  .  .  he  was  panicking.  he  didn’t  like  to  be  cornered  ,  especially  after  everything.  it  wasn’t  that  he  didn’t  appreciate  chads’  concern  but  he  didn’t  WANT  it  ,  he  couldn’t  handle  it.  ❛  th  -  that  i  see  my  dead  mother  in  ANY  mirror  i  look  in  &  in  every  DARK  corner?!  .  .  .  i  -  i  can’t.  i  haven’t  even  told  tara.  ❜  words  fall  somber  the  more  he  speaks  ,  exhaustion  bleeding  into  them  as  he  forms  slowly  sinks  to  the  concrete.   burying  his  head  in  his  hands  for  a  moment  before  brushing  back  into  his  hair  ,  looking  up  to  the  other  once  again.

❛  i  -  i’m  tired  .  .  .  i’m  so  tired.  of  everything.  ❜

[allspiceandeverythingnice-blog]

Anyone else regret their glitch bitch comments?

[not-just-avatar]

Er...she'd rather you stay alive.

Don't want to start a new search for the next avatar after all.

- Mai

.....so torture and eternal emptiness....

[xxtayleyxx]

Seeing Ezra that angry has me shaking.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

"That..." The Tengu paused. "That's awfully heavy, Mr Hriob. Are you maybe taking magic too far? Who're you saying this way anyway?"

He paused at that one, breaking eye contact as he begins to silently reorganize the massive mess of papers… or at least try to.

“…too far… no, I don’t think so… I promised her I would do this… she’s counting on me… and of all the people she’s sought help from… I’m the one with the best expertise and ability… I have to help Devi on this… I have to…”

He didn’t even seem that conscious of himself as he mutters intelligibly, looking from paper to paper and piling them slightly more neatly once more, already drawn back into his work like a destitute worker in an Industrial Revolution factory.