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[rdrngr]

all  my  grief  says  the  same  thing :  this  isn’t  how  it’s  supposed  to  be.  this  isn’t  how  it’s  supposed  to  be.  and  the  world  laughs.  holds  my  hope  by  the  throat.  says :  but  this  is  how  it  is.  //  written  by  chey,  formerly  found  on  @mrkdlegion.

[blgrntrsh]

he  was  infamous  .  .  .  you  wanted  something  to  get  you  through  your  exams,  he  had  it.  you  wanted  a  fake  license,  he  could  get  it.  you  wanted  something  to  hurt  you,  he  was  it.   KAVINSKY  WAS  A  BOMB   ( complicated ,  dangerous ,  lethal ,  temporary ) ,  &  like  all  bombs ,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  went  off.  //  written  by  chey.

[psychotickol-a]

❝ it’s  lonely  on  the  other  side . . . &  i  swear  BEING  INVISIBLE  WILL  DRIVE  YOU  MAD.  the  way  you  couldn’t  see  me  standing  in  front  of  you,  or  feel  my  breath  on  your  cheek  as  i  whispered  all  the  ways  that  i  wished  for  you  to  SUFFER. ❞  //  written  by  chey.

[heavenrejected-a]

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[blgrntrsh]

            “ pick  your  poison,  man ---- it’s  on  the  house.”

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[psychotickol-a]

          pale moonlight descended over the street. barren of all life, an eerie tension had fallen like a dark shadow. deep in the city the sound of muffled music was carried by the wind, a deep bass that thumped like the dying heart beat of some great and buried beast.

kol let the music thrum through his senses, a lazy smile upon his face as he watched the bars last survivors sway to the tune. there were bodies scattered across the floor and the tables, slumped in corner booths and lying face down behind the bar. some were even alive, clinging stubbornly to life even as their veins ran dry.

     kol visibly perked up when the door was pushed open, a single brow raised as a boyish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. such a smile should not have belonged in a place like that, surrounded by the dead or the dying and yet there it was.   “  you’re  late.  ”   the accusation lacked the heat that such a claim should have contained and kol tipped his chin back, looking with too black eyes.  “  you  missed  all  the  fun.  ”

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[blgrntrsh]

             “ if  you  can’t  handle  your  liquor,  you’re  PROBABLY  in  the  wrong  place. ”

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[willingdeath-blog]

STARTER CALL // Like for a starter!