#thiefsentencesmemes

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ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ. sxcrificx said:“ I think you haven’t changed a bit. ”  -Dick

"𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓, 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋." and then a short pause, as if he had been given a compliment, eyes opening to stare back at the angel. “You should try it. You can’t have the cake and eat it too, buddy. First one of heaven’s most fierce and now. . .the winchester’s little lap dog on a trenchcoat. I’m dissapointed.”

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ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ.        compatiissante said:“ i never liked crowds anyway. ” //dick

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘." and there is amusement rising in the leviathan, a casual grimace of a smile as he looks over at the little human before him. “you can barely speak one on one without combusting into blushes, pet. I can only imagine what a crowd would do.”

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ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ. chokethelight said:“ the balance has shifted, we can all feel it. ” Vince Von'ar @ Eve

“𝐘𝐄𝐒. 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖.“ there is an uneasiness to her own words, usually neutral and soft, the Mother of All Monsters feels the change, the scales of the world had shifted. her children keep dying and most of her first borns are gone, it kept her awake in the Purgatory, before she was free to walk. “The one everyone calls  Father caused this but don’t worry, a Mother’s job is to fix everything, and that I will do.“

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ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ. chokethelight said:“ walking in through the front door isn’t my style anyway. ” Aaron Lancaster @ Dick

“AH . . .YES, WELL, YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, RIGHT?“ and he points casually toward the broken door and bass that had fallen to the ground as someone sneaked into his office. the leviathan stares, amusement spreading on his lips as he bares his teeth, as an animal would smile and show them. he might look human now but he isn’t and he does this as a reminder to himself. “That door was mahoany.”

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ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ.         delabor said:meme: “ none of that matters when you’re me. ” either !

“DOESN’T IT? many of your kind seems to have that issue.“ a deep issue, a care for a figure in their life that abandonds them and leaves them. a father. abscent and cold. she sits quietly atop of the bar stool, meatsuit too small for her to reach ground as she swings her legs with ease, calm. “you don’t pray to God? ask him to return, ask him why he left? how odd.” she remembers, even when she was first created, how god created angels, and how they were made to bow to the man, bow to God, pray and serve him. silly things, when a mother is much better. than again, they don’t have a mother.