YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME

❝ and yet I still ignore the dark red blood stains on the floor and I'm back in front of you, Lord, with the blood on the floor. is the blood mine or yours? DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE. ❞ indie/selective blurryface written by kuma; loosely based off of tyler joseph's ideas. contains triggering content.

[inkforged-blog]

you, love, could simply tattoo an open door, light pouring in from somewhere outside, you could make your body a door so it appears you  ( LET HER FILL YOU ) are made of light.

[tomuse-blog]

i don’t want ( apologies ) i want you on your knees,  c h o k i n g  on your own blood i want my name on your lips, begging:

                     ———–     forgive me, forgive me, forgive me 

do not tell me you are sorry – i will show you ’ sorry ’.

[lizzie-mcguire]

twenty one pilots - kitchen sink // goner // doubt

[unpolariized-blog]

sorry for disappearing!! been working full-time but I’m feelin’ hella muse now, so like this post for a spoopy as hell starter!

[theyawninggrave-blog]

[mcntis]

mxritum:

MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT

   Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed.               Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding. 

[oneanddun]

June 7, 2016 || Toronto, Canada @ Molson Canadian Amphitheater

[lastkingoflucis]

PSA

I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.

That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.

For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together. 

[unpolariized-blog]

                                   ( I’M HERE / I’M HERE / I’M HERE )

    SMACK— and there goes the peaceful quiet of night, interrupted by the unceremonious sound of flesh and bone hitting the wall. No noise precedes it; not even a word after. All that remains as evidence of existence is a handprint, black as pitch in the middle of pretty, off-white drywall. Of course, it doesn’t stop there: the near-perfect stamp of fingers and palm begins to smear into a long, patchy line, like someone’s letting their hand drag against the bedroom wall. But no one’s there, is there? No face, no silhouette– not even a shadow gives the perpetrator away.

    That is, until he starts knock-knock-knocking on the wall.     This time, the grimy marks gouge the surface of the wall like teeth marks.

                              ( CAN YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU KNOW ME? )

[thelovejournals]

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything (via thelovejournals)

[akutagawah]

I’m gonna write tonight!!

Me fucking lying to myself (via mikailahh)

[rosespell]

[wnq-writers]

You got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

solitary-sister  (via corsaairs)

[unpolariized-blog]

fun story: I’m not that well-versed with drinking alcohol straight out of a bottle, so when I went to take a swig of loopy vodka, a nifty thing called Suction happened 8) which means a huge splash of it went up my nose as soon as I pulled it away. now I can say with utmost confidence that I’ll be smelling froot loops for a few days lmao

[psychiatristvendetta]

you’re cold on the inside, there’s a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart, you draw blood just to taste it, you hold bones just to break them, you ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you’re all over me -Nicole Dollanganger {x}

[unpolariized-blog]

♀

Send ♀ for my muse’s thoughts on their mother

     There are some words that hold great power over a person’s mind -- some capable of bringing back even the most distant, dormant memories. God, even hearing the damn thing can make you feel and smell and taste as if it was RIGHT THERE. For Blurryface, all he can feel is cold. He feels winter in his stagnant bones -- the all-too-familiar cycle of aching and numbness in his paper-thin skin. He smells birch trees and damp earth. Worst of all, he tastes it, too. Even now, he can almost feel that old Massachusetts soil clog his throat.

          And all because of the mere mention of that damn woman. Huh.

     He puffs a breath through his nostrils, and for a second, it almost sounds like a laugh. Oh, but make no mistake: his vision’s far too red to see any sort of humor right now. “What--- you think bringing up family is going to help me move on? I have no family. Only person I had ended up STARVING ME OUT and LAYING ME DOWN FOR A DIRT NAP, and I’ve already RETURNED THE FAVOR a long time ago. --- Nice try, though.”

[mxhkl-blog1]

[umbrathea-blog]

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