The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day
this blog supports the idea of MULTIPLE THREADS with the same muse.
Itâs okay to be happy; all those feelings of guilt and anger and sadness- theyâll still be there, donât worry. The happiness just balances it out. Unless youâre open to that, youâre not going to heal.
Flaked, S1 E5 (via ravioliliz)
Notifications are way off... canât even see them :(
There are two reasons why we donât trust people. First - we donât know them. Second - we know them.
Anonymous (via bonus)
hurt meme.
â i got you. itâs gonna be okay, youâre going to be okay.â
âi feel like everyoneâs miles away from me.â
âmy mind is a dark place. you donât want to be there.â
âi know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.â
âdonât close your eyes, please donât close your eyes!â
âi just want to be numb, i donât want to feel anything.â
âplease donât do this, donât act like you care.â
âyou donât care, nobody cares, just leave.â
âyouâre my friend, of course i fucking care.â
âi canât give up on you, so please donât give up on yourself.â
âi love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.â
âi fucked up, why do you not care?â
âi canât walk, just go on without me.â
âyou have broken ribs, take it easy.â
âi have no idea how to do cpr.â
âwhose blood is that?â
âapply pressure to the wound, donât let go.â
âdonât you dare fucking let go!âÂ
âwhat the hell happened to you?âÂ
âare they dead? did you kill them?âÂ
âdo you know what youâve done?âÂ
âyouâre either with me or against me.âÂ
âwho the hell did this to you?âÂ
âare you alright? you hit your head pretty hardâŠâÂ
âi canât see!! whatâs happening to me?âÂ
âwhen was the last time you ate?âÂ
âwhat do you mean youâre fine? you are not fine!âÂ
 âiâm fine, itâs just a flesh wound, iâll be okay.âÂ
âfor how long? how long were you bottling this up?âÂ
âthereâs so much blood, you wonât last.âÂ
âare you⊠throwing up in there?âÂ
âwhy arenât you eating?âÂ
âjust breathe⊠youâre okay, i promise, just breathe.âÂ
âi canât breathe, i canât ââÂ
âi woke up, & you were gone.âÂ
âjust tell me something, was it really worth it?âÂ
âitâs okay to hurt & breakdown. you donât have to be strong all the time.â
If you expect something in return for being a nice person, you arenât a nice person.
Unknown (via deeplifequotes)
Michael had tried his hardest not to get anyone involved in his life. They didnât need to suffer like he did, the continuous nightmares still plentiful. When she asked him random questions, that made him smile. âI donât laugh often, but you made me smile last time you made comments about people in the coffee shop. I like mac and cheese on dark nights... and I canât forget about the past, Poppy.â He answered the last in a soft tone, almost inaudible. âAnd Iâm not anything special.â
Michael had not counted on the flashing lights and the multitude of voices coming closer as the young woman did. He really disliked it, turning his head away from what he thought was the crowd as the young woman started talking to him. âItâs okay, doesnât matter.â He muttered softly as he hunched his shoulders a little, trying to get away from the lights.Â
Michael had come to the city of New York for the anonimity, and this was the total opposite. âIâm sorry for bumping into you... I just...â He pointed onward, wanting to get away as quick as possible.
this is a rebloggable for strictly para or multi-para rpers
Everyone knows that they are out there, but this is for people who would be open to *new* partners and willing to write outside of their fandoms, as well as open to a variety of FCs and enjoy the concept of AUs.Â
Donât reblog it just because, but only if you are serious about finding new people to write with.
Tommy didnât answer, but just nodded towards the young woman. Heâd go with it, whatever sheâd say. He would make his conclusions later, once he got to know her better. Because actrice or not, the petite young woman was interesting. He chuckled when she asked him if he wasnât one of these crazy people. âI guess you never know for sure. But women are safe here in Hellâs Kitchen, miss, I can guarantee you that.â
That was true at least. Inside the house, the man was boss here in the neighbourhood and violence did occur, but on the street no harm would come to a woman. If not the West Side Boys, then King Benny made sure of that. As she finally granted him the adress, he looked further up the streets. âOnly two blocks from here then.â He rolled his eyes and looked back. âNobody here looks up from a scream or two. Best get going, miss.â He started walking, hands still tucked in his pockets.
My world is falling apart and Iâm in such dire need of help. All I need is a friend. Nothing more than just a friend.
supercutiemarcus (via wnq-writers)
âYou have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you. Itâs not the worst thing that could happen.â
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher
Unexpected dinner with a friend so I came home just now⊠No replies will happen today, Iâm sorry :(
Reason for the none replies last night, sorry!