#need you back

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🎧ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : My introduction!

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ ꧑ᥡ bᥣ᥆g꒱ ₊˚ˑ ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Hello people! I am a new writer for Tumblr, you may call me D0ll or whatever my display name is. I am currently making a show, it is called 13 shots. I will elaborate on this in later posts.

[ANY animators or people with ideas for the show, PLEASE DO message me!!] ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

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I would also like to say that I'm a yumishipper and a Fiction-kin, i kin PL4Y3R from BLOCKTALES, also If you're a double than I don't mind if you interact, I just may not respond!! I yumi with a lot of different charters, and I'm okay with doubles!! Feel free to interact!

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I would also like to mention that I do take suggestions for fan-fics! I can write romantic, platonic, or something with a little bit of heat to it, I write and read for many different fandoms, like:

[BTW If the request is romantic, then it MUST be an adult, OR, the reader is also a minor]

1] Creepypasta

2] Forsaken

3] T.F.C {The Freak Circus}

4] A Nostalgic Hangout game

5] Sallyface

6] Blocktales

7] D.O.D {Die of Death - I'm pretty new to this fandom}

{If yall want me to write something for a different fandom, I'll try but it will most likely be OCC}

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!!WARNING!!

I have a job and have an outside life, so I have priorities, also, I may forget about this acc, so if I don't answer your requests, please be patient with me, I take a long time so please, know I'm not ignoring your request and I'm just trying to get through with the day!!

Hope yall have a good Day / Night / Afternoon and that you know I apricate your time!!

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Why are you still here? that's it. this is all there is!

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[poetryforthetroubled]

"A smoke to my heart"

I shall light a cigarette for every tear that comes from this poisoned mind of mine, because nothing hurts more a person than his own friends will.

Somebody once told me that the biggest love I can offer is the love I should give to my enemy. But what if my enemy is the person I used to love the most? What if my enemy is the person who hurts me the most? What if my enemy was so important to me, someone I trusted and thought I could rely on, but that person chose someone different, someone they didn't know until I acquainted them? Not even that change of heart could make mine stop beating for them. Really late in the night, I understood that love has two faces, and it hurts more to lose than to love somebody. They might not have been the sun I hoped to love, but they meant the world when I had no one to rely on. So, even though I thought you deserved hell, I will give you heaven. A heaven you could've been with me in, but you chose to travel through hell and back, even when you were able to change your heart.

Yesterday was so good seeing them, but last night I found myself back in my room, back at the door, being dragged up and down and down and up and up again through the feelings I never thought I could have. I couldn't believe my heart when I found out that it was not my fault at all. The darkness was a form of light, and in my mind, a silver lining of the truth was making words I wish I had screamed to the top of my lungs. I wanted to make you suffer as I was suffering. I wanted to make you pay as much as I did when I gave you all I had and you gave me nothing in return. And then you turned away. As you left, I looked at you leaving with all mine, while I was standing there, with my hand up high, waiting for you to tell me you'd come back again like the last time.

Minutes were passing by, and as they did, it took me hours to realize you weren't worth all of my tears. I got up from the floor still sobbing, and I saw that for the first time I didn't start smoking. You told me countless times to not smoke anymore, and I didn't listen because I thought I would need a reason. But I wanted to celebrate, so I opened the packet, took one out, and started looking at it. So many times, I used it to hide the meaning of my words, the things I wanted to do and say. And just as I thought I had beaten the drug, I realized I had already started smoking.

And as I said, I'll light a cigarette for every tear you make me cry. But now, with a cigarette touching my lips and a lighter in my hand, I can't do it. Because after the tears were gone, I couldn't light it anymore. The cigarette was left untouched, just as my heart became of light.

[sanzu-sanzu-sanzu]

i once read a post about the haitanis’ throat tattoo how those two must’ve had high pain tolerance to get their tattoos there of all places (not to mention their massive upper body tattoos, of course) and somebody hc’ed said something like hey, betcha sanzu is the exact opposite and while ran and rindou never batted an eye while they were getting theirs meanwhile sanzu was tryna act tough and all until he had to cry out for his momma (nonverbatim). all this is to say that ok so maybe just maybe sanzu might have low pain tolerance so like i was thinking what if like—so he loves fighting right, gets in trouble a lot?—what if like he kept getting all these injuries from all these fights which as he grew older just got more and more violent and more painful he’d had to rely on painkillers to ease the pain and it went on and on and that’s how stoner sanzu came to be.

now somebody just has to come up with why he likes to fight so much or like why he’s so into violence lol like it’s the one solution (cure?) to everything to turn this into angst. (although personally? i think he’s really just in it for the thrill.)

anyways, it’s been 10 years i need his chaotic ass back soon.

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

“Need You Back” by Mexican new wave and postpunk-inspired gothic rock band Severance off of their album Thresholds

[ladyitaly]

Love this man to pieces! 

[thebonesofhoudini]

Visit Original Link

Rick Wade - Need You Back (2010)

[relentlessxchaosx]

Thinking of you.

I still have the last messages you ever sent me. They were anonymous on here. I didn't realize it was you until after you died. My heart still breaks every time I think of you. I kept my promise from the day they put you in the ground. I still call you everyday. I can't believe your voicemail isn't full yet. It's been over 6 months and it still feels like it was yesterday. I guess the reason I keep calling is because I hope you'll just pick it up. The stitch you sent me still sits on my dash. It just to go every where I go. And it still hurts when people ask what it is. Why it's there. And every time I explain it I die a little more on the inside. I miss you calling me your little piggy. I miss you calling me lashes. It's hard to think that in another six months I'm going back up there to see you in the ground again. It kills me. I love you and I'll see you soon. And I'll call you tomorrow still hoping you'll pick up. And everyday after that