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                    will    y o u   s t i l l                       Ꮋ  Օ  Ꮮ  Ꭰ     Ꮇ  Ꭼ                     when you see what                     ɪ     ʜ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ     ᴅᴏɴᴇ?

                                                                             will    y o u    still                                                                             ｋ ｉ ｓ ｓ     ｍｅ                                                                              the   same  when                                                                              you  t a s t e   my                                                                              VICTIM’S  BLOOD?

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[ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy]

Perrier’s Bounty, a film starring Cillian Murphy’s baby blues, ginger beard and sass.

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[controlyourface-deactivated2018]

And those I can’t charm I can kill with my own hands.

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[youxndtequila]

I have no air, and I must scream.

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[youxndtequila]

CONTROL YOUR BODY SIR.

[musesgonnamuse]

dont get involved with me ——

                                                           —— youll die

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[derangedxsshole]

Rab’s tats before they got bad lmao.

[youxndtequila]

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@walkingcasualties

A nurse nodded to him and a double take as she rounded the corner when Rab shuffled by. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he stared passed the girl at Jay’s door as it grew larger in his vision. Just outside he paused, rocked back on his heals, head sagged. What the fuck was wrong with him? He dealt out death like greeting cards, but a bullet to the gut-- shit it wasn’t even the first time he watched Jay die. 

A bead of sweat slipped to the tip of his nose, shaking hand wiped it away; the heels of his hands ground bone-on-bone in his eye sockets. “-fuck-” he berated himself. Little foil pouch under Helena’s gas cap, right fucking outside, easier then this shit. Easier and back to nothing. “-fuck!”

Jaw clenched, he let himself into the room. Another second and he’d have talked himself right out of the hospital. He sat, shifted uncomfortably; palms rubbed over his thighs, elbows pressed into knees, finally looked at her. “What’s the ETA looking like t’get out of here?”