#lyricalperception

[rotoruarpg-blog]

People around Rotorua say that the TWENTY ONE year old CHARLIE BATES looks exactly like LOUIS TOMLINSON, but he simply does not believe it. He has lived in Rotorua for TWO years and is known as quite the SCRIPTURIENT. ( taylor, 17, cst )

Accepted! Louis Tomlinson is now Charlie Bates! You have 12 hours to get your account in! We look forward to roleplaying with you!

[gospclarchive-blog]

                                             &&. lyricalperception ;

    he’s smiling the moment he comes back to his dorm room & sees them asleep in his bed, can’t help but crawl in as he presses a kiss to their peaceful face. he almost feels bad, forcing the other awake --- but he’s missed this, & it’s not often he’s got the free time to have it. ❛ hey --- are you up? ❜ it’s a rhetorical question, though one spoken loudly enough so as to wake them up.

[inintervalsarchive-blog]

SENDS URL?

send me a url and i’ll tell you what i think of them.

okay hi. to be perfectly honest with you i’ve seen your blog around for a loooong time & i’ve read your bio/always liked reading your writing, but one of the only impressions i have of you like actual personally is writing you starters and having them never get replies. so idk. like i think you’re an awesome rp’er and i think you’re rad but~!! i cant really give you a personal opinion bc we’ve never interacted. soz. :c

[rcmours-blog]

lyricalperception

     ' sorry i didn't see you there i was too busy mm'blocking out the haters. '

[rcmours-blog]

my url!!

send me a tumblr user’s url and I’ll tell you what I think of them

why was i not followin u before honestly i thought i follwoed ue back but i guess i did not waht eh honk i am missing out pls do things w me ur muse is so developed what eh ehconk

[bcggage]

&. lyricalperception

            "you're uhm...your sh-shoe is untied, sir." he doesn't want the other to go about tripping and falling, after all. he figured it would be a good idea to tell him. 

[tellingdarkness]

He remembers, with pristine distinction, the first time he heard the resigned disappointment in his mother's voice. It's perhaps his most vivid memory, and maybe that has more to do with the fact that the bad far outweigh the good so there's very little else to cling to, and at least seeing her was better than not at all, but he's burdened with a sinking suspicion that he's just hardwired to find the things most effective in chipping away at what makes him whole. It's not healthy, but then again neither is he; he's been plagued with demons for so, so long, he's not sure they haven't always been there, waiting for the right moment to surface and take claim. What's worse, really, is that he doesn't much care. Today is no different from yesterday's today, surely no different from tomorrow's. It's an endlessly vicious cycle of despondency. Which is why he absolutely doesn't need to stick around at school and listen to his professors drone on and on about useless things, or try for a future he's not cut out for. It's predetermined, his path, and nothing could possibly change his mind. Well, except maybe Percy. But-- but he doesn't want to hear today, instead keeps his eyes downcast as he shoves his books into his bag haphazardly, detailing his rush.

[latchedx-blog]

lyricalperception

                    " i don't... really understand what you're trying to do here..."