bless whoever is behind these blogs, seriously. i can’t stop laughing.

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we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost

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Sade Olutola
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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trying on a metaphor
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bless whoever is behind these blogs, seriously. i can’t stop laughing.
all around me are familiar faces, worn out places, orange faces.
xputinssugardaddyx:
AT LEAST I’M A REPUBLICAN
“or a radish, if you do not breathe your face will explode.”
“there is an orange running for president, how strange.”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
memes & @zaldrizotala.
he’d hate to admit that he’s hurt, he’s only ever gotten himself injured once before after chasing lee, and being impaled by a large plank of wood, but that had been a while ago. the native can only turn away from the princess, unsure of what to say to her. he’s gotten her away from robert, but he had been injured in the process. “it is only a scratch.”
would have been cool if connor had been born on the fourth of july. like he’s basically the definition of amerca. like i love my patriotic cinnamon roll.
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?"
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
"i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Never forget. We are free.
i swear i’m gonna die of laughter if that donald trump roleplay blog follows me over here too. what the fuck is even happening anymore lmao.
survivaliist.
having guessed her intentions she looked up at him. both face and heart dropped at his words. she was confused though. gone? gone where? there was nothing in his journal that said they had moved less it had happened after his research on them…then his death. he couldn’t have known that they had been moved, and this their whereabouts not in his notes then neither did she. map fell to the earth as she brought her knees up to her chest, arms wrapping around them. she was in dismay for not being able to complete her father’s work.—–of course there still was a way of finding them but who knows how long they have been gone; days, months, years? over time any clues could be erased if they were not permanent like markings and murals and such. ❝ judging from that look i can only guess that you don’t know where they are either. ❞ it was obvious on his face and she sighed heavily, ❝ do you know by whom though? if they were taken by someone not of your people then they had no right. i could try and get them back for you. ❞ it would give her the chance to look for clues, try to pick up the trail again; like hunting game. if given enough clues she would be able to find them.
he had tried to secure his people’s land, but he had FAILED in the end. such a failure had taken impact on his outlook, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep his head up, and strive to fight for a better world. his people may be gone, his father dead, and his allies now his enemies, but that didn’t mean he’d look upon every man and woman, and view them as the same. not every colonist hated his people, the people of the homestead had proven that much.
that group of misfits had become his new family, a family he knew he could count on. he had never had that before, not even when his best friend was still living, and breathing. “a man by the name of washington ordered for them to be removed.” he answers, cringing at the name. he had counted on the commander, and he had been used. he had been nothing but a pawn in a white man’s war.
“to do such a thing would cause havoc, but to see my people thriving on this land again would bring me great peace, i will aid you, if you are willing to take another on your journey.” he offers her.
thought i should remind everyone that this blog is only semi active, i may be off of it for days at a time, most of my free time is devoted to my asoiaf oc.
liabxlxty:
it’s been a week since i made segen over a year ago! i feel so much love from all of you &&. i never thought that segen would be so widely accepted by each &&. every one of you. while i know her fandom is very small, i believe myself to be the only one rp-ing in it actually. it still feels good to be welcome by a larger, well known rp fandom ( twd ) &&. i’m at such a loss for words on how to explain how i am feeling.
anyways; this here bias list is one that will be accompanied with a positivity thingy &&. if the urge strikes me, a giveaway sometime over the next month. but! here we have my lovely little bias list!
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current occupation: trying to keep my eyes open.
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Finished! Bout time I made a Connor print. To be sold at Boston Comic Con,so come visit our table @C823. OvO
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