#yeah lets do it

[ifyouhappentoremember]

If you want the BoogeyBen to leave ya alone, make fun of his hair. The boy blocked me on insta for making fun of his quarantine hair.

I'M

But if he blocks me, how will I ever figure out what he's muttering in the final lair?

[tomyrot]

          No one calls the police, not Hank the mortician or the townsfolk who watch Monteith carry the body inside, but he spends the next seventy-two hours with his hackles raised anyway. He calls several times the first two days, wondering if the guy’s family has come to collect him yet, but by the seventh Hank tells him to call it a day.           Take a break, get some sleep. Call tomorrow at breakfast.           Monteith stays awake through the night, perched on the railing of his home, high up above the trees with a bottle in hand. He doesn’t drink much and morning comes slow--- with it a call from Hank. The old man isn’t explicit but he says enough; something in his conviction has Monteith blazing down highway 12, then Tumac street, then the water-damaged parking lot of the mortuary before the sun has fully risen. The world is still bathed in grey and early morning pink when he hops from his truck onto the damp pavement and cautiously enters the mortuary. Part of him expects a confrontation with a grieving father, maybe a mother or a sibling. When he pushes through the parlor he’s greeted only by Hank’s wrinkled, ashen face--- and one young man.           I know I still got my wits about me, Monty. I know I ain’t crazy. I think you ought’a just get here. See fer yerself. You gotta see it.           Initially, it’s unclear what he’s supposed to see. A young man trembling under the blue florescence of the mortuary’s huge, buzzing lights. Dark hair. Pale skin. Tattoos. A thick black cross, a mountain range. The realization comes quick and fast and hits him hard. It takes much of his will to keep himself upright, shocked dizzy by what he’s seeing.          “Wha...” His mouth is a desert. He swallows hard, unable to look away from what was surely a dead man just three days ago. The man’s blood is soaked into his clothes at home, into the leather of his boots, some even still lingers beneath his nails. He can’t believe his eyes. “...who are you? What’s happening here?”

@driftlikesleep 

[hanamin404]

one of the songs that will always make me cry is 'never grow up' simply because i'm terrified about who i will be when i grow up

[wertyuolip8765tghnjmkjmhnbgfvd]

man... i should replay tes: oblivion...

[demigodofdeath]

“And know that you deserve happiness  – you may feel like you don’t, you may feel that it is above the likes of you, but you deserve it; you have earned it.  Know that one of these days, the sun will shine down on your lane, too.”

(quote.)

[theseahorseprince]

jakecroft said: listen… listen to me. please. jakecroft said: BE JANE OR JADE….. jade can be…. a cousin or some shit…. if u really want to or just know each other w/ any of the chars the wizarding comm was tight knit jakecroft said: AAAAAAAA PLEASE ------------------------------------- you're being very tempting omg

[cmirael]

oh my god your art is the bomb if you made a lyricstuck I would probably cry @O@

OH THANK YOU TOASTY. Dang I am going to try and get this kickin for all you awesome people! 

[deliriumdoll]

My plan, in stead of a resolution, for 2015 is to finish reading every book that I own and have not read yet. Four days in and I've finished two books. I'm liking my odds so far. I've got plenty of books that I've not touched since buying so I should be fine for some time. I'm not going to stop buying them - I'm just going to try and read the ones I have first. I may even catch up with myself and be able to read the things I buy when I get them. LETS DO THIS THING *snuggles in corner with my next book*