#yiked

[megscherries]

Ohhh shady shady shaaaaaady. 👀

[sideblogformindtrash]

i wonder if there will be repercussions for untagged stuff, especially past stuff

cause if so this blog is probably by by soon 

[laknight]

thinking of cody getting whipped in the main event of dynamite

[bitchytoast]

I am the definition of an old soul.

[i-wrote-myway]

Welp

The end of this school year will be similar to the end of last school year

[ojerasgigantes]

Promptober day 2: PURGATORY

The hum in my ears was almost pleasant and I could swear the sky was lighter than normal. The clouds seemed to be rolling slower, calmer, with no direction in mind. Not threatening for the first time in a long time.

"Greg?" A friendly face appeared on top of me, shadowed by the day light behind him. "What are you doing?" He asked, I could feel his eyes hovering over my body.

I patted the patch of dry grass beside me, gesturing for him to join me in my silence. There was a small frown on his face for a second before he was out of my sight and  laying beside me.

I took a deep breathe and stretched my arm towards the infinity, reaching for something that I couldn't name. A weight settled at the bottom of my stomach and as I retreated my hand I could see Malcolm questioning stare from the corner of my vision.

"Doesn't today look different to you?" Hearing my voice clearly startled him and I felt him fidget beside me.

"Not really." His voice low, as if he wasn't sure what was he dealing with. He turned to look at the grey above too, probably trying to understand what I was seeing.

A small smile played at the corner of my mouth as my suspicions were confirmed.

"Today's the date of my death." I muttered.

Malcolm's head turned fast as I uttered those words. I didn't turn to look at him, couldn't. Death was something unspoken here, even though it hanged over our heads all of the time, it was known, yet frowned upon to speak about. The world was a grey-scale of everything else except that. Except today, today I could see opaque yellow on the leaves beneath my fingers, a faint blue hue reflecting through the clouds. The bruises on my neck felt sore, the tastw of copper in my tongue barely there, almost impercepitble.

"Everything is so vivid." My voice cracked, and I didn't know I was capable of crying, but that was definitely a tear staining my cheek.

A stretch of silence covered us and I felt more tears come down my cheeks. I wasn't sure if I was sobbing, and I felt the necessity to shelter myself, but I didn't.

"Tell me more." Malcolm whispered.

This time the smile took over my feautures.

[sihbbie]

I fucked up.

Oh well, what's new?