#idk msn

[st4rboyloser]

i think if there was a nickname that was used only for me that would be really cool

[anxietyandie]

It's a sleepy little township. Dirty roads and watering holes, stairways to heaven and a whole lot of dirt. Max kicked up dirt as she walked through the brush in the sleepy golden hours of the afternoon. Normal adults would be at a gym, or on a treadmill watching Netflix while they workout; leaving pools of sweat on the ground, with music turned so far up that the world drops away. Max, however, enjoyed her own time, with her own sounds. Thinking about it, she didn't dislike music. She rather liked it. But nothing could beat the soft chirping of crickets and the brushing of branches in a soft breeze. As she approached her destination, the gentle lapping of water greeted her ears like the softest touch of a loved one. Comfort would be the first word that sound roused in her mind. The quiet, content and happy quacks of ducks greeted her next. As she emerged from thick foliage, she spied the watering hole. It wasn't breathtaking, like most would hope. But it was wide enough to float downstream and deep enough to submerge herself fully. The ghost of a smile nipped at Max's lips as she stealthily moved forward. The setting sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon, the last whispers of golden rays now dissolved into lilac and peach hues. Soon, she would be submerged in darkness, to await the moon and her stars. Max stripped down, until she was naked as the day she was born. Excitedly hopping down the makeshift stone steps, she dipped a toe in to test the temperature. Around August, the water was a perfect balance between freezing and refreshing. In the last moments of light, Max gave a giddy whoop before diving head first into the water. The chilly embrace seemed to wake something within her; a peace that she could find nowhere else but here in the water. Under the water, the chirping of crickets faded, until all she could hear was the distant ripple of ducks and the thrumming of her heart. She lay weightless in the water, darkness engulfing her. Faintly, she could make out the milky way in the sky above her. No more than a foggy line in the sky, but she loved it so. Soon, the moon would rise red over the horizon to hang milky in an inky sky. When that time came, she would clamber out, dry off and make the trek home through the woods. But until then, Max would take her time to stare at the galaxies before her. She rested, in a place more serene than her house. She was at home.

[scillygullian]

I didn't even care when Marco died tbh

I just figured that's what happens in this anime. Wasn't till I came on here and people wouldn't shut up about that I realised he had a name and like spoke and shit.

[that-dave-strider-blog]

@DANNI

I KIND OF RAN OUT OF ASKS.........................