#rxbelwithoutacause

[malusangelus-archive-blog]

rxbelwithoutacause replied to your post:i rlly wish my muse would come back

//paps face; it’ll come baaack! —- maybe D:

i just.. idk i've been michael for so long that i don't know how to be anyone else (except for a couple of badly written OCs, and i can't get into them, either) but he's just gone so???

[fromsalvation-archive-blog]

remember when richard speight jr. played that asshole kid in Ernest Goes To Camp 

i do

it was a beautiful time

[fromsalvation-archive-blog]

♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚♚ sends all the ♚, every time, yolo swag.

Send me a ♚ if you like my writing.

you, friend

you are the one who deserves all the crowns here

just saying

[malusangelus-archive-blog]

⊕ {laughs}

send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

Pros;

Family bonding

Fun time with wings

Cons;

It’s Gabriel

It’s Gabriel

It’s Gabriel

[fromsalvation-archive-blog]

☎ ✉

Send “☎” for a rushed text.

{ text } : They’re after me. There’s too many of them for me to fight off alone. Please help me. 

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

{ text — deleted } : I still don’t understand why you were willing to put your faith in Metatron rather than myself. Don’t you trust me? 

[coinquinatus]

♒ {<.< trying it as an icebreaker or something...oops? >.>}

"I don’t think you understand what you mean to me."

[fromsalvation-archive-blog]

•3• {lulz}

Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine

    i used to rule the world

    the winter night has wrapped a rag around your eyes

    some saw the sun

    you trembled like you’d seen a ghost

    do you ever feel like you’re alone?

[fadedprophet]

Room for rent || +rxbelwithoutacause

Large, bright room up for rent. Drawers, bed, desk etc. Can move in immediately. $350/ month. Call 080385010. 

Chuck sighed as he read his own ad. He didn’t really want to have someone live with him. Even if he lived in a small, but roomy house, he didn’t like to be around people. He couldn’t just be himself, had to be someone different for their sake and that annoyed him immensely. 

Still, he didn’t know how much longer he could survive the way he did now. His books flopped one after another and he didn’t have any other job in sight, nor was he good at anything else than writing… in which he seemed to suck just as well. 

So, a tenant it’d be. He had a guest room upstairs and he could easily rent it out to someone who needed it. 

Now, he just had to wait…..

Sighing as he leant back in his chair, ignoring the creaking of the old wooden chair under his weight, he reached for his notebook, reading over the notes he’d made just an hour ago. Write. You’ve got to write. This could be the one book bringing wealth.