#hm. ow.

[oasisofgalaxies]

I mean. To be honest I should have expected Techno and Phil to be unsympathetic but. Still hurts.

[invasato]

why do all of my organs hurt today : /

[caterpillarinacave]

the thing is if you ever casually put an album on in the background that you've never heard before, those first two or so songs are going to be totally unremarkable and you'll be all chill and focused on what you're doing only for the third one to hit you like a crowbar to the stomach and boom you are never the same again. task still has to get done though.

[starmuscd]

>>> What specifically named colour are you?

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cattleya.

you're a gentle soul in a world that you know would slaughter you if it found out. you're careless in your love, and reckless in how you show it, and that's not going to change. it's your shield, that is to say that you love with the intent to defend yourself from harm. you don't know how else to love, and that's okay. your love is armor, your love is a shield, your love is a fortress. you welcome all people to this grand estate, this fortified battalion, and all who live among your fields are safe from harm… at least from you. you have made mistakes in your love before and it cost you pieces of yourself. but you love. you will always love. because you love to defend. you love to protect.

[spiritunwilling]

my fucking god i am going to start pulling my fucking teeth out

[ynjne]

@triquestar​ said: “   let  it  all  out .   ”

“i hate you,” she was heaving, gasping half-sobbed breaths into the fabric of his jacket so she doesn’t have to look him in the eye. “you took everything from me.” their position was disturbingly intimate -- she always found him, between trials, or he found her. where else was there to go?  there was no place for her at the campfire with the others, after all, who found her selfish and off-putting. ( if they only knew how selfish she truly was, creating a killer, covering his tracks, all so that she wouldn’t lose her salary, her penthouse, her ruthless reputation in the industry ). -- he was leaned against a tree, her half in his lap, head buried in his chest like a crying child, that fucking yellow jacket clenched in her fists tight enough to wrinkle. not that it mattered. nothing she did mattered here, not permanently.

“i think about killing you, all the time,” yun-jin said once her breathing had begun to even out, lifting red-rimmed eyes finally, her tone hoarse and low. “i dream about it. it’s what you deserve.” but no. that wasn’t why she wanted to kill ji-woon. she wanted to dig her fingernails under his skin, make him scream for once, because it was the only thing in this twisted place that she might enjoy. and that scared her, even if she was too angry to admit it, because a part of her can’t help wondering what it would have taken back in the real world, for her to kill then too.