#spellcnyou

[solcitio]

spellcnyou liked for a starter !!!!

            ❛ don’t give me that look, z. it’ll heal in two point               five seconds.                                                           two point five.

                                               i’m counting too, just you wait.

[konisms-blog-blog]

spellcnyou

               ❝ That was ---- unexpected.                                                             Thank you? ❞

[lovedharderarchive]

        " alright missy.  fess up.  why do y'smell like me?           { she means the cigarettes & shame } you sure                     as hell ain't keepin' my ass  c o m p a n y. "

[lovedharderarchive]

kiel (.) tumblr (.) com

meme; anonymously { cheATER } send me a blog url and I’ll say 5 things I love about them.

the kiel is a very understanding creature. but i don’t recommend you cross her because she’ll cut your ass down. & that’s amazing. you possess an incredible amount of compassion but also know how to speak up & be heard. not everyone has both.

the kiel is very talented. from beautiful flowing words to a pleasant voice & mad photoshop skills yo. she also gets in front of the camera from time & eats food. i’m actually not sure if i love you for that last one or i’m super jealous. little of column a; little of column b.

the kiel is very dedicated. nothing pleases me more than to hear she’s getting close to a goal or has set a new one because i know this lady can do anything.

the kiel is very passionate. there are people that like the characters that they write & then there are people that would take a bullet for the characters they write …. ALTHOUGH that’s probably a horrible analogy for logan bc like … logan can heal so why the hell would you even do that? … didn’t jordan do that once? …….. … .  ANYWAY. you get the idea. i love to see kiel get enveloped into a character & bring them to life because of how much love & dedication she puts into each one.

& last but not least …. the kiel puts up with the bree. i can be quite the elusive creature & it tends to confuse or chase people off. but not once has she ever given me shit for it — even when sometimes i think i’d deserve it tbh. but we are going on knowing eachother for three years { W T F  T H O } & i know she knows i’m good for it. i know she’s knows i’ll be there for her if she ever needs me. there’s a lot of comfort & warm fuzzy feelings i hold in that. 

[thehalloftwotruths]

"I admit, it's hard to be willing to aid you with your magical needs when you never contact me during any other time." 

[talentforlying]

        the wall is cold, sending shivers like rivulets of freezing water         trickling down his spine. his bare feet stick to the tile floor despite         how much he's sweating, perspiration soaking into his shirt &         sticking the thin fabric to his skin, where he plucks at the adhesive         cloth with stinging fingertips & leaves smudges of blood against         his arms. every muscle hurts ; he's wound up tighter than a priest's         wife, physically pressing himself into the wall with all his strength.         they're trying to calm him down, to get him to take his medicine, to         inject him with fuck-knows-what, but he knows better, knows that         none of it will stop the DREAMS & that they're just trying to make         him like a fucking sheep so they can get on with their merry little         lives without anymore fuss. he's just a a task to them, on the to-do list,         corral the nutter back into the gutter. thanks, maggie thatcher,         you prissy little bitch.

        they've stopped trying to go after him ; why have they stopped?         blue eyes glittering, lost in their fever dream, flit restlessly about         the cafeteria, devoid of less problematic inmates, usually allowed         to leave their padded rooms & take meals with the others. he's not         usually allowed in here ; they usually give him his meals in his cell.         but they saw him in here, he broke an orderly's nose with a tray in         here not five minutes ago, so why . . . ?

          a door opens & he's on alert, folding in on himself & scrambling           to pack himself as tightly as possible into his corner, eyes still           darting about the room warily as someone comes around the           corner towards him, & he's raising scarred arms to brandish           a fork, plastic, two tines missing.

                         " y'aren't fuckin' touchin' me. i know what the fuck you are. "

[vitxum]

g o m e n again for being gone the week but school...

( LAUGHS CAUSE I MADE A GOT BLOG YESTERDAY )

f a t e

[fangedbarbie-blog1]

/chinhands at the prettiest of everything you are and everything you do ;_;

k i e l my heart FLUTTERS every time yousay nice things to me bc !!! i just love you somuch ?? consider my whole day made tbh. 

/chinhands right back at you forever.