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[emarrow]

I don't care about your "medical status". Don't talk about me like I won't find out. Go to hell.

- (@talkingwithsquires )

Maybe you should fuck off and stop stalking me. I know you’ve been watching me, asshole. Stop giving me a reason to bring you up.

[hvlcy0n]

i don’t know what supernatural entity i disturbed in order to warrant my period lining up perfectly with a sinus infection but i’m literally on my hands and knees stop this immediately i beg

[de-ac-ti-va-te-d-blog]

the bureau: heres some glasses for the eclipse ull need these or ur gonna go blind angus: haha good joke i dont want the government making me see what isnt there eclipses are a liE THE SUN IS GONNA GET VORED AND UR JUST TOO SCARED TO FACE THE TRUTH

[viteoublies]

you know you can tell me. i'll understand. ( from bucky, for ahmya )

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" understand, yea? "

ahmya nods, but it’s sarcastic, sharp in the way her head tilts and her lips press together.

" understand... ex-husband... trying... to— "

the words break apart in her mouth, brittle and unfinished. her brows knit together, frustration painting itself across her face before she exhales hard through her nose. she doesn’t try again. doesn’t bother fumbling through more english. instead, she digs into her coat pocket, pulling out the small notepad she always keeps on her. the corners are bent, pages worn with ink and creases.

this is easier. safer. she can write it better than she can say it.

pen meets paper quickly, her handwriting quick but careful, a little practiced now. she keeps it just for these moments, for when they meet like this, where this language between them feels like a wall she can’t climb. it's the reason she’s trying to get better, why she studies words and syntax and tone late at night when no one’s watching.

but it's just friendship. that’s all.

with the people coming back from the blip my exhusband is trying to get our divorce over turned. i should have gotten it annulled, but she scribbles this out. i can't.. 'disobey', she puts quotations around them and makes a face, my father. the only thing i can do is get married again to someone else. of my own free will. sorta.

it's honest, laced with lies by omission. she knows exactly what she’s doing. marriage wouldn’t stop him. it never would. he’d kill anyone in his way, leave blood on the floor without hesitation, and then keep walking like it meant nothing. that’s the kind of man he is. she’s seen it. lived it.

but still, she writes carefully. amethyst eyes flick toward the man beside her, sharp at the edges but unreadable. she slides the paper toward him, slow, fingers brushing against the surface like the act might soften the weight of the words.

then, without looking up, she pulls the notepad back. a few more scribbles, quieter this time. her pen moves faster, messier. something in her jaw tenses as she finishes, and she stares down at the words like they’re not hers anymore. like maybe if she avoids his eyes long enough, he won’t see all the things she isn’t saying.

she doesn’t speak. just lowers her head, gaze fixed on the corner of the page.

her silence says enough. maybe too much.

i should have killed him. i could have killed him. i am going to kill him. i tire of killing, it's circled aggressively.

and when she finally makes eye contact with him, no longer at her eyes filled with a brightness. it's the dullness of age, of things seen too heavy, too much and for so long. beyond her years at some thirty two.

eyes of a being ancient.

[bonescribes-a]

what are you made out of ?

Stardust & Math

You believe that the greatest strength anyone can have is a level head, and that no amount of brawn can outlevel a well rounded mind. There is no rest for the wicked, so there is no rest for you. Your mind is a place of constant creation, there are always problems to solve. If you want something right, do it yourself. While there is some truth to your rhetoric, there is also value in emotional intelligence. Don't forget to let yourself indulge in such a thing. Likewise, don't forget to make connections. You're clever, but no amount of thinking will substitute true connection, dear.

[yourchampion]

who are you, really?

the sad clown the voice sighs softly and you feel a rush of warmth surge through your body. "aren't you tired?" you swallow. "of what?" "of smiling." — you smile too wide and too often, and you're made of artificial sweeteners. aren't you tired of this show you're running? you're allowed to be more than this fake happiness. you're allowed to cry. i know you're sick of this one-man-show. i hope that one day you can cry without feeling guilty. tagged by: STOLED IT from @awkwardxstars tagging: viewers like U thank u

[bakerymistress]

"Do you have an interest in anime Jane???"

Not really.

"Then why do you have Madoka as an icon for your blog????"

Well, you see. She's the only barely able to resemble how ~magical~ I am.