#thisistatelangdon

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♥!!!

i made that ages ago o:

But seriously? I’m one of your favorite blogs? You are going to make me cry D: -hugs forever-

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{ Anorexorcist - thisistatelangdon - CLOSED }

----------California was home sweet home to Frances Cobain after what seemed like an eternity in the muggy mosquito ridden Louisiana at a witch academy. Her mother had sent her down there on belief it was for a photoshoot when in actuality she had been sending her to her supposed death. A voodoo priestess was supposed to kill Frances as soon as she arrived in New Orleans but nothing happened. The woman turned out to be kind and an entirely new nightmare overtook Frances. The head witch at Robichaux's academy forced her to come attend the school. Her, along with the other students, would not allow Frances to leave. They subjected her to torturous routines for a few years as she was held captive in there.

After finally escaping she found herself back in California. She refused to go back to her murderous mother Courtney Love's home so she'd have to find a new place to stay. Unlike before, Frances was now old enough and had access to her own money that was rightfully hers from her dad. Using a miniscule chunk of her funds Frances purchased a cheap, yet elegant, home she had heard about when growing up in LA. The Murder House was what it was commonly referred to as and she couldn't love it more. After finalizing the papers with Marcy, Frances grabbed her keys and drove to her new home with her luggage in tow.

It was a short drive to the home and she was amazed at it's beauty as she looked up at it close now. Grabbing her dad's guitar, which he had left to her and she never left behind, and a single suitcase Frances walked up the steps and entered her new home. She was the splitting image of Kurt Cobain-only in female form-and had a nice voice. Setting her things down she flipped on the lights and watched as they burned to life before locking her door and walking towards the kitchen.

"It is so nice to be away from all that bullshit finally."

She spoke to herself before she heard a crash come from the basement. Standing up straight she started towards the entry door to the basement and stood there for a moment. What if a burglar was down there? As she closed her eyes her natural senses she had her entire life began kicking into high gear. It was a ghost and a mischievous one at that.

"I am not afraid of you so you should just show yourself."

The Cobain girl called out, awaiting a reaction or answer and it was true. They had not scared her. She was only wondering which ghostly resident that it was.

[xxzoerivasxx]

Dark Desires (Tate and Zoe)

Zoe was being forced to move across the country into some “murder” house. Her dad thought it would draw attention to his job in film. When they arrived at the house Zoe looked around and sighed. She had a thing for morbid stuff and decided she might give the house a chance. The movers were busy unloading things into the house and Zoe noticed a tall blonde guy watching. She rolled her eyes “can I help with you something?” She snapped at him.

[pissyghost]

∞

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

To: Tate |sent 3:09am |

I think I found your cociane stash…and I might’ve snorted a few lines. But I feel really good, I feel like I’m invicincible.

[lovely-and-dangerous-blog]

+7 stopped by

"What are you doing here?" This time she didn't mean it in a snarky way. She had been given an assignment, supposed to take out a couple people within the week. But they didn't look like any of her targets, so what could they want? 

[pissyghost]

[Whispers in ear] I want to do the dirtiest things to you. {pass on to the first 10 blogs on your dash and see their reaction}

" —- Stay away from me, psycho."

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[Whispers in ear] I want to do the dirtiest things to you. {pass on to the first 10 blogs on your dash and see their reaction}

"Tell me something I don’t know."

[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.