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Stop wishing you had thicker skin just so you could take more hits.

m.v., There’s a reason we have bruises.  (via bruisedpast)

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kitkatrph:

send in ‘codename + [ 1-6 URLs/muses ]’ and my muse will give every other muse a nickname from this list

“ been there, done that “

“ currently doing that “

“ it happened once in a dream “

“ if i had to pick a dude/chick “

“ eagle 2 “

“ i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it “

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GREENSKIIN.

❛      you  dress  as  a  clown  for  living …    i  don’t  trust  you .      ❜    his  hands  settled  on  his  hips  for  a  moment ,    visible  frown  lines  on  his  forehead  as  his  green  eyes  stared  at  her  up   &   down .     gotham  villains  were  quite  a  catch .

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          ❛ an’ i didn’t even need t’ run away t’ th’ CIRCUS ! ❜   lips were contorted into CARICATURE grin, a single gloved hand resting upon her own hip — fun house mirror reflection of his actions. in turn, baby blues would give him a once over, and a twice over. her PERFORMANCE purely for the sake of playing copycat.   ❛ aw, c’mon, kiddo ! e’rybody loves CLOWNS ! ❜

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BXTHORY.

             “ ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A TEASE ?  “  she already knows the answer, but asks it nonetheless.  bitter tongue trails along lower lip before she REPLACES it with her teeth,  chewing down on the rose painted petal.  half-thoughtful,  half fascinated.   “ because  trust me,  IT’S WORKING.  “ 

         ❛ ALWAYS. ❜   pretty little head is canted to one side, fact only reinforced with HUSHED giggle, that of schoolgirl caught RED HANDED in the biscuit tin. chalk of digits dance up the length of her company's forearm, fingertips weaving with shadowed touch. not quite, but a POSSIBILITY.   ❛ oh, i know it is. ❜

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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

Please note that some of these scenarios may be triggering.

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MISTERSHRECK.

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“I don’t know how you managed to get your baseball bat past security – however, if you keep swingin’ it around – and God forbid, if you break something – I’ll make sure it’s confiscated.”

          ❛ OI, how much is this thin’ worth ? ❜   a lady never reveals her SECRETS ! warning was ignored, bat in question aimed at a vase she didn’t have to ask to know was priceless. needless to say, she wouldn’t wait for an answer, PRECIOUS CHINA meeting force of swing with audible smash, the floor of highrise office now littered with pretty shards. swing was followed through with SHRILL whistle from pursed lips, bat now slung over shoulder and a single gloved palm set upon brow ; baby blues straining to see exactly where her mess hadn’t reached.   ❛ OOPSIE DAISIES ? ❜

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hi shook im negan

        ❛ harley quinn, pleased t’ meet y’ ! but wit’ a sense o’ HUMOUR like that y’ can call me w’atev’r y’ WANT. ❜ 

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                                     “If I wanna call you Spanglewank McFuckideedoodle, I can call you that –

                                                         I could call you any GODDAMN thing I want,”

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The Shining (1980)