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I'M ENJOYING MY HATRED MUCH MORE THAN I EVER ENJOYED LOVE. love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you, changes its mind. but hatred, now, that's something you can use. sculpt. wield. love humiliates you . . . but hatred cradles you.

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I'M ENJOYING MY HATRED MUCH MORE THAN I EVER ENJOYED LOVE. love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you, changes its mind. but hatred, now, that's something you can use. sculpt. wield. love humiliates you . . . but hatred cradles you.

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I'M ENJOYING MY HATRED MUCH MORE THAN I EVER ENJOYED LOVE. love is temperamental. tiring. it makes demands. love uses you, changes its mind. but hatred, now, that's something you can use. sculpt. wield. love humiliates you . . . but hatred cradles you.

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power went out at work today

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The closer you get, the less I recognize

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i’m making cookies does anyone want any

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👊👊💥💥!!

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so close yet so far

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first game on: two chad neas and a feng who got tunneled by a laggy doctor gamer, we were all complimenting each other in the end game and apologizing to the feng while the doctor kept going ‘ezzzzzzzz’ ‘you lost’ ‘stop texting you lost’ LMAO

opening dbd for the first time in over a week pray 4 me

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it immediately froze on startup .

opening dbd for the first time in over a week pray 4 me

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opening dbd for the first time in over a week pray 4 me

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@frfld said: i have a chill. it's probably hypothermia.

THEY SCOFF AND ROLL THEIR EYES, biting the inside of their cheek to keep from outright laughing at dwight's theatrics. the façade is quick to fall, however, when jake finally glances at his companion, who has come to a full stop in the middle of the trail with an arm draped across his forehead. he takes a second to simply stare, admiring lover highlighted by the slivers of late-afternoon sunlight filtering in through the branches above, the surrounding foliage bathed in shades of red and yellow. there's that familiar warmth that only dwight seems capable of inspiring, an almost-ache that overwhelms him sometimes.

a fond smile, a soft chuckle; ' it's that serious, huh? ' jake shrugs off their bag, letting it fall to the ground before shedding their jacket. ' wouldn't want you catching your death out here. ' he drapes his jacket across dwight's shoulders, quietly pleased with how it seems to swallow him. overcome with affection, he plants a kiss to the top of dwight's head before retrieving his bag. ' c'mon, we're almost there. the view from the clearing makes this all worth it, i promise. '

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nobody gets out alive.

dialogue prompts from nobody gets out alive: stories by leigh newman.

you have a wonderful laugh.

i wish i had known you before.

play me a song. it'll make you feel better.

what a fucking corner we have found ourselves in.

you don't even know what ____ means.

i'm your friend. remember?

there's no need to fib.

do you have the horrors?

i have a chill. it's probably hypothermia.

microwaves will cook your brain.

i'm so proud of you.

what an arrogant shit i was.

you're an odd one. dark. i like you.

i'll never leave you. you know that, right?

it's a son of a bitch world, and nobody gets out alive.

i've never seen you afraid before.

you can tell a lot about a person by their handwriting.

you know how i hate to yell.

why can't you just tell me what's going on?

i'm leaving. just like you wanted.

what's wrong with crying?

my first and only friend.

there were so many times i almost told you. so many times i never did.

the great love of my life was our friendship.

everybody everywhere thinks they're a good person.

what if we got out of here?

did you ever run away? you know, as a kid?

it wasn't all shit and shenanigans.

i've always wanted to learn [language].

have an oyster. they're a delicacy.

you're in trouble. do you understand that yet?

it'll make me feel better if you're there.

you're the best ___ in the world.

i have been alone for most of my life.

you can stay here, if you don't want to go home.

it's easy to be married when you're happy, but nobody's ever happy all the time.

we are allies of convenience: nothing less, and nothing more.

god is a brute. imagine a world where mary was in charge.

how are you still so naïve?

you're breaking my heart.

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@grimerse said: say what you came to say.

‘ ALRIGHT, FINE. I THINK YOU’RE A HYPOCRITE, BUT MORE THAN THAT, I THINK YOU’RE A COWARD. ‘ he says it so simply, so matter-of-factly; casual, leaning on the wall with his arms folded loosely over his chest. for once, he doesn’t avoid alessa’s gaze; despite his tone, there’s a newfound sharpness behind dark eyes, a sudden clarity breaking through the haze of pills and empty promises. this is real, his racing heart screams. we have a chance. this is real.

‘ you’re comfortable here. ' he's examining her belongings now, taking in cards and candles, the virgin mary ( sorrowful in expression, though her arms remain outstretched, welcoming; gaze lingers on her a moment longer as he wonders what sort of god could allow for such suffering ), various posters and souvenirs from trials; desperate attempts to turn the sleep room into something hospitable. home and hell aren't so different, i guess. ' the routine, it's predictable, it's safe, i get it. '

and he does; his own complacency - his own desperation - isn't lost on him. the rabid tooth-and-nail fight against the facility had been snuffed out as he'd resigned himself to the fact that he may never escape. he let them mold him into a fascinating specimen, an attack dog, another pawn. promises of becoming something greater had excited him, once. now, he just feels empty.

' but alessa, we're not people to them. we're tools. ' he's crossing the room now, casual demeanor abandoned in favor of urgency. ' easterman's big plans involve throwing us into the experimental population. if we're good, we could end up like coyle or gooseberry- lucky us! we'd get to spend the rest of our days as mutilated caricatures, rotting away in our own special cages built just for us! ' voice is hushed, though the fists clenched at his sides tremble with a barely contained rage. ' you think you're above that, above being turned into some- some shambling beast, but you're not. neither of us are. '

saboteur straightens, takes a deep breath. ' you have two days to make up your mind. if you wanna take the easy way out, that's fine. but if you decide to start thinking for yourself, you know where to find me. ' a pause as he turns to leave, then, ' don't think for a second that me happening to like you will give you any advantages, by the way. trust me when i tell you that if you try to get in our way, i will not let you live. '

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we could be rats.

dialogue prompts from we could be rats by emily r. austin.

that's the most insensitive thing you could have said.

i never say the right thing.

i wasn't the type of kid who wanted to be a teenager.

there were times i thought i hated you.

maybe if we'd met as adults, things would have been different.

i was the kind of kid who believed toys had hearts and souls.

nothing is ever purely good, is it? there's always a rotten piece.

i'm not depressed. i feel great.

i'm not the same person you knew.

did you feel like you knew me, the last couple of years?

i don't think i've ever been described as 'smart' before.

would it help to hear a joke?

why didn't the skeleton go to the party? because they had no body to go with.

am i getting too morbid?

i have you listed as my next of kin.

do you think i'm being insensitive and gruesome?

just bury me in a garbage bag.

i never really honed being well-mannered, did i?

i think i've accidentally made up white lies that were ruder than the truth.

creeps like us have to stay alive.

we haven't put a label on it.

i think your definition of 'creep' might be different than mine.

say i was abducted by aliens, or something.

are you mad at me? it's okay, if you are.

is my tone making you madder? i bet it is.

i don't plan to haunt you.

____ is like a comic book villain. like a caricature of a bad guy.

listen to people who have different experiences than you do.

you're being an asshole.

we're supposed to examine what's wrong, or it festers.

i used to think i could do anything.

what happened? are you hurt?

do i look normal to you?

the actual experience is never quite what's promised, is it?

it feels like i'm not the target audience for a lot of life.

tell people to fuck off more. take what you want. stir shit up.

everybody knows you.

i feel like i'm still a kid here.

i always cared about you.

everything will be fine. we'll find our way.

it didn't occur to me that not panicking was an option.

i feel sort of reborn.

it's hard to balance being both happy and considerate.

it's kinder to lie sometimes, right?

i'd rather be a pig than a cop. pigs are adorable.

being grown up feels like playing a board game with no instructions.

masks meld onto your face.

let's egg their car.

remember swinging, when you were a kid?

'to thine own self be true', or whatever.

people judge others by their own standards.

i don't remember how i got here.

i feel like i was cast as a character i'm not able to play.

i wouldn't want to live forever. would you?

i'm not sure there's a way to be alive without upsetting people.

inaction is an action.

dying is less scary than growing up.

is this actually happening? am i dreaming?

the trick to lying is to convince yourself.

i don't want you to feel sorry for me.

i feel like i don't know the things i'm supposed to. i feel like i'm pretending.

revolution is about creation, not destruction.

sometimes it's kinder to let people believe they're helping you, even when they're not.

i'd like to see where you grew up.

it sounds like a lot of people want to help you.

do you have people who want to help you?

did you egg my house?

there's no way the moon is a dude. she's got a soulful face. she's gorgeous.

we don't actually get much choice in life, do we?

i think i'm gay.

thinking about _____ sort of knocks the wind out of me.

if i hadn't met you, i'd be a totally different person.

i know i'm unbearable, but what else can i be?

i have a history of bad judgment.

what the hell did you just call me?

i'm not interested in small talk with people who offend or insult me.

i used to believe everyone was good.

i thought everyone felt that way.

did you hear it was on the news?

deep down, we're all who we were when we were kids.

being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.

i don't want to be someone who hurts people. i don't think i was meant to be that.

have you been outside today?