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                 D E M O N S run when a G O O D  M A N goes to war.
       I just like to watch them all competing. â DADDY LOVES ME THE BEST ! â.
       I just like to watch them all competing. â DADDY LOVES ME THE BEST ! â.
                            Killing makes me feel GOOD
                            Killing makes me feel GOOD
      â If it looks like I GIVE A DAMN, please tell me. I donât want to give off the                                             WRONG IMPRESSION â Â
I will probably finish my drafts tomorrow morning ( before school ) - here and start my Patrickâs blog - and got only 3 h of massage-class (or whatever itâs called ) ya ya yupi yupi ye... and heathâs fc is from now on a munâs fc... bc yes
      â If it looks like I GIVE A DAMN, please tell me. I donât want to give off the                                             WRONG IMPRESSION â Â
   ℠ââŠSomething tells me youâre not from around here .â         @tuffxguy
/ @soangela /
  Tex took a long drag of his cigarette, before the words, a bit sugary and indifferently, filled the space between them.
" Â Me-- nah, man. Â Â 'm actually a regular visitor. "
   Waiting for his turn to show up in the headmaster's office, Wild gazed up at the youngen, sniffing.
" but ain't a big  fan of this kennel.   == whenever I wanna show my good      heart and be a good student, they      ain't letting me."
   Well, battering down the toilet and the rear lights of one of the teachers' car werenât appreciated in this educational establishment, apparently.
" Hey, doll --"
Wild leaned forward, dropping his voice to a whisper after a long pause.
" don't y'happen to know   how I can run off, huh ?"
{ tuffxguy }
â Who are you - ??
Iâve never seen you here before. â
[ This town wasnât really a place with strangers, which is why curiosity got the best of her as the person entered the diner.Â
That, && the fact that if there was a reason to slack off on her job, the short-haired girl was DEFINITELY going to take it. ]
/ @volatiiletrash /
" What - "
   The words attacked the girl as the young male - realizing that the question was addressed to him - gazed at her, waking up from some kind of zone up time.
"  What do y'want, huh ?   Y'want my whole life story   or somethin' ?"
  With a deep grimace made by fatigue and irritation, Tex leaned back slightly, shrugging.
"   Bring me Coke or    somethin ', âll ya?        An'- wait!        Do ya got, maybe        some cancer -sticks? "
  Looking around the dine, Wild grumbled under his breath, reaching into his pocket for a pack of matches.
" Man, I already hate this place... "
Matt Dillon as Rusty James in Rumblefish
That moment yâknow youâre in deep shit when yâwanna make a Patrick Veronaâs rp blog... but, câmon, guys, half of you already know that âm gonna do it...soo...It's just a matter of time
i'm such a loser !!
/Â @viideorentals/
âJesus Christ riding a bicycleâwhatâd ya do now?â Kat was no snitch, but she couldnât help becoming nervous, thinking she might get in trouble for hiding him. She dug her hands into her pockets, fingers bumping against her joint and lighter. Then she remembered she had w e e d to fade her troubles away. Fuck it. Sheâd hide him. She had nothing better to do.
âOf course Iâm doped up. Itâs nine in the morning,â she retorts. âFINE. Ya big puss. You can hide out here and sleep in the staff room,â she tells him.
âJust⊠Donât go into the storage room, alright? Thereâs shit in there you canât touch.â Specifically a haunted VHS tape. She didnât need anybody stirring the ghost in there. If dumb ass played the video, it was his own doom.
âHere,â she sighed, retrieving the partially crumpled joint from her pocket. With pinched fingers, she passed it to Tex. âPuff, puff, pass. Ya needa chill, duderino.â
" Yeah, funny...   wise ass...   why don't ya be   funny somewhere else, huh ? "
  Sniffling, Tex put the tape back, looking blankly around the store. How did it happen that he ended up in this rathole, with the girl on his back, and a joint in her hand, which was slowly calling him by his real name Maybe he was going mad or something, but ain't gonna lose the opportunity to get some smoke here.
" Thanks, Kat. Â Â You're the best."
His expression presented some blank space, as he cupped her cheek and kissed her too hard. With a few nodes of his head, the Texan took the green from her hand, smelling the stuff. Hell, a good one. Certainly will beat his guts soon.Â
" Remmeber that blockhead ?  Y'know, this black queer...  He sold my ass for some  For a few days I got company...  So, I visited him and y'know  how it is with accidents, man."
Wild snorted, licking the joint for a better keep.
" So... --"
While starting the next topic, the boy moved his hand, letting her know that he needs matches.
" What's ya got in the   storage room ? Huh ?  Some kinda dead-shit ?"
Rumble Fish (1983)
school tomorrow.. it hurts so bad, guys...why school ? why me ?