#taterubberman

[imsaying-goaway]

// Alright ok so I have a thing I have to tell you so lets just get this overwith

Wow ok this started out like a suicide note but I do have to disappoint you this time

It’s that time of summer again for Alexandra when I need to work my ass off so that I can actually afford the shit I need to make my materialist soul happy, so —

I’m leaving home this Monday, and I’m coming back 8th of July. Gonna be one of the stage managers at this camp my mom’s throwing, and gonna be working in the catering at this huge rock festival. Holla I get to meet hot artists and interact with them cause I’m like the only one who knows English

I won’t have a computer with me, so if you ever see me posting/reblogging stuff I’m most likely on my phone, and even if I would get the chance to use my sister’s laptop I still wouldn’t be able to reply to any of my threads because I’m gonna be having my pain in the ass awesome best friends with me.

So, like I said, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow but I’m gonna be spending the whole tomorrow out so I really have no time whatsoever to be online.

To everyone I have a thread with; please don’t kill me because I have to kill our thread for two weeks, even when it would be an eye for an eye but I promise that while I’m away from you lil fuckers I’ll try to get my muse back and I’ll write you long and amazing replies once I’m back blogging in my own room. We all know that’s not gonna happen anyway but lets pretend so

I’m also tagging everyone I have threads with so that you will see this in case you weren’t online when I posted this and you don’t check my blog every other minute. And I’m really sorry if I forgot someone!

To everyone I don’t have a thread with but you still follow me; please don’t unfollow me because I will know I mean if I’m not online then I won’t be filling your dashboard with useless shit so therefore I won’t hopefully annoy you and you don’t have to unfollow me it’s like I don’t even exist

Okay now I really need to get a shower and then fall asleep sweating like a fat girl in disco thinking about how the fuck I’m going to do everything tomorrow. I literally have way too many things to do and so little time ugh.

Love hate you all ♡ Alex

And this ended like a suicide note too.

[lithespecteratt]

Don't be stressed if you haven't replied to our thread, I still love you.

[ask-chad-warwick]

"Who I have the pleasure to talk with?" Chad asked, rolling his eyes. He didn't like to make contact with other people, but he was sure that the person standing in the other side of the room wanted to build a conversation.

[bloodiedviolet]

+taterubberman

--{•} One year. That's how long it's been since Violet told Tate to "Go away," without thinking. Did the flower regret her decision to send her only love away? Yes and no. No, because he needed to learn his lesson. Yes, because she missed him dearly. Especially on days like today. 

Honey orbs scanned her silent room for the iPod she hadn't touched in 12 months. She saw it then, under a book on birds, and proceeded to put it on the iPod dock upon her desk. The Smiths were playing, the song that reminded her most of Tate. The flower curled up under her blankets and sang softly to herself: "Last night I dreamt, that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm-" 

Knock, Knock, Knock. Three rapid bursts of noise ruined the rhythm she was singing to. A slight hint of fury was in the girl's eyes as she looked towards the door. Of course, it was already opening without her consent. She sighed, a defeated sound, as she stayed beneath the blankets. "Go away, I'm fine. You don't need to check on me so much," She yelled out, thinking it was one of her parents checking up on her.

[i-was-beautiful-blog]

Look at all these friends +7

They're not your friend Hayden...

"Hi there" She says with a smirk. "I don't think I've seen so many people in the house at once"

[forever-harmon-archive-blog]

"I'm a ghost..." AU (+taterubberman)

Forever, you're here forever, you know that. Stuck, damned and stuck. Violet growled at her thoughts, fingers snaking into her hair and gripping tightly. As she tugged, Violet felt a scream come out of her lips, in the form of words. "Stop it, get out of my head," the girl screamed, feeling her shoulders shudder in a silent sob. Feeling her back slam against the wall of the basement, Violet hardly cared - in fact, she could barely feel it, it barely hurt at all. Tears streamed over her cheeks as the voices continued. You're alone, no-one to blame but yourself. Exactly like when you were alive, except now you can't die, now you're stuck. "Shut up, shut up," Violet whimpered, her voice pathetic as she was sick of fighting the voices. Cheeks hot with violent tears, Violet opened her eyes slowly to find that the voices had stopped. Letting her fingers slowly drop from her hair, the girl realized she had ended up on the floor during her disagreement with her mind. Her eyes stung from tears as she pulled herself into a sitting position. A noise outside caused Violet to turn, her hair flicking into her face as she did so. Blinking, she concentrated towards the upstairs and found herself looking down from one of the top story windows to the drive way below. Curious. A new family was moving in to the house - into her house. Many families tried to move into her house, but none were yet to succeed. Violet, unseen to the family below, leaned up against the window pane and studied them. The mother - a highly-strung looking woman with a Southern charm - was tugging on the arm of a gorgeous Down Syndrome child, whilst yelling something over her shoulder. Following the line of sight, Violet saw that it was a blonde boy that was being address. Curious, Violet straightened up and looked down to the boy. My, my, who do we have here? Fingertips brushed hair away from her eyes and she grinned slightly. A new toy for her to play with, it seemed. 

[heyitsvi]

taterubberman started following you

Tate....

What are you doing here?