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how do i get more followers by reblogging my other blog’s promos?

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                     why do you care how i live my life? as long as i’m happy, that’s all that should matter. i’ve spent most of my years feeling angry. at everything and everyone. this is the only outlet i get without turning to sculpting and hitting clay with a mallet. i know i’ll have to stop eventually. just… let me have this NOW.

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【☣☢☠】"I’ll do my best to spare you another night of                  having to play Dr. Phil. It would pain me to                  know that you’re on the other side of the                  counter carrying to weight of my problems.“ 

           “ Aren’t you one of the nicest patrons I’ve had               so far. Most people don’t really care about               who’s listening as long as they feel better by               the end. Usually, that’s with the help of the bottle. ”

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            “ we get our jobs done the best we can with everything at our disposal. no one understands that the police try as hard as anyone else to get things set right. a lot of times it doesn’t work out so well. but there are people that get in the way and rules in the force that keep us from going any further than we can. ”

three years and he still couldn’t stop himself from talking as if he was still a part of it. he’s a consultant, not actually on the team anymore. even then, he didn’t get as much work done with them as he’d like to. a sigh escapes and he tries to push the topic off to the side. unless a person works under the makings of the force, they wouldn’t understand. he waves it off and shakes his head once. “ i got injured. have some nerve damage in my hand and wasn’t of any use. ” that’s one way to tell the story.

       ‘ huh. you seem like the type, yeah. i’ve worked with a couple of cops, but you’re not wrong about us not always getting along. we’re two different species, detectives and investigators, whatever anyone tells you. whether that’s a good or bad thing isn’t really for me to decide, but i get my job done. the same can’t always be said for cops. ‘  

probably not the best thing to say to a former cop, but brandt’s always been one for candidness. in truth, he understands the usefulness of the police force, but he’ll always hold himself above them. he works on cases because he wants to, people come to him because no one else can handle the job. even his training is better than the average cop, though that’s mostly in thanks to the navy. he shrugs. ‘ different goals i guess. why’d you quit? ‘

or get fired, but that’s for the other to tell him.

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          when pain came through the numbness, it was always sharp. as if someone had just gotten him with a fork or a needle and pressed down hard. nothing pleasant and something he would never get used to.  but if he was to hold it down for a little while longer, he’d persevere. “ like trying to tell the body it’s still damaged so it fixes itself? ” repeating it in his own way always made the answers stick better. even if he sounded ridiculous doing it.

            brows raised at the jerky movement  ( like the reaction to a surprising paper cut )               ❝   it should not be a sharp pain, but a good… ACHE. holding it for a minute or two tricks your body into healing itself.   ❞             at least that was how it was explained to him——- there was surely a better  ( i.e. more scientific )  explanation floating around somewhere, but all li really cared about was that it worked.       

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“ It’s called the Sparking Tinder. Out on main street. ”

He offered a smile to the other and watched as the cigarette burned. Only a few times in his life had he smoked, but none of them were as satisfying as some people said it was. Just not for him.

“ There is. As long as people don’t go blowing it in other’s faces. It’s been working pretty well so far. ”

“Which particular bar? There’s many, but which one Do you own?” Hartley’s throat felt warm, thankful for the other man’s kind offer. He wasn’t sure how many times he’d think this, up until his cigarette burned out and he’d be fishing for another. “Assuming there’s smoking in the bar. How’s that working out?”

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                “ keep pressure ‘til i come back with the bandages. ”

that’s all there was TO do. he stood and left to retrieve the first aid kit he had hidden somewhere around there. it was only a minute before he returned, sitting himself back in front and opening it. gauze and hydrogen peroxide were taken out and he moved her hand away from the gash. once it was clear to him, he started cleaning it.

                “ wanna try at small talk while i do this or should i                     stay quiet? ”

she knows it’s deep –  it’s  why  she’s  wincing so much, all things considered.  for a woman who doesn’t like to reveal her cards,  at  least  a few of them are fairly visible,  at  the  moment. after she releases the  plush of her lower lip from her teeth, exha- ling sharply, she offers him a nod. get going.

       “– what do you need me to do?”

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              “ a little too excited. ” but he admired their enthusiasm.               the only thing that truly got to him was the desire to paint               his face like a zombie on halloween. all three years he’s               allowed it, but with a fair amount of hesitancy before. the               offer arose and he raised a brow to jordan. only to give               him a smile and nod his head. “ i think i can definitely do               lunch right now. ”

                ❛ well, maybe they’re excited for it? ❜ he said                 calmly, sipping his beer as he looks to scott,                 setting his glass down atop a coster. the                 blonde rubs his thumb && index over his                 mouth. ❛ i mean, if you like decorating                 prematurely, feel free to stay here, or–                 you can accompany me to the park bench                 restaurant and we can have burgers?❜

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                      SLEEPING AT LAST LYRIC STARTERS

Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do.

I surrender who I’ve been for who you are.

If I had only felt how it feels to be yours, well I would have known what I’ve been living for all along.

I’ll keep you safe.

Can you feel the weight of it? The whole world at your fingertips.

But I promise you I’ll keep you safe.

You are an artist and your heart is your masterpiece.

Forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn.

I don’t expect you to understand.

Maybe your light is a seed and the darkness the dirt? In spite of the uneven odds, beauty lifts from the earth.

Are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight?

You’ll always remember the moment God took her away.

These little words, somehow they’re changing us.

When we grew up, our shadows grew up too. But they’re just old ghosts that we grow attached to.

The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth.

I promise you’re enough, I promise you.

May you always know one thing: what little that I have to give, I will give it all to you.

You’re my one true love.

The smartest thing I’ve ever learned is that I don’t have all the answers.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.

Change is slow but I feel it taking shape.

It feels like everything we’ve known is sink or swim.

Make a wish and hold it tight.

This time, we’ll try our very hardest not to try.

We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.

We are made of love, and every fracture caused by the lack of it.

Honestly, nothing’s even compared to you next to me.

Honestly, nothing’s ever made sense til you were next to me.

If time is money, then I’ll spend it all for you.

Honestly, nothing’s felt so sure than when you were next to me.

We are creatures of habit.

I can feel the weight around us, climbing every rib inside us.

I’ll be brave when you are frightened.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

I’ll make you mine if you would have me.

I’ll prove my love if you would let me. Over and over and over again.

You were meant for amazing things.

The mind was made to illuminate the heart.

We inhale, exhale and reset.

Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means.

Every wrong will be made right.

Life is a mess we wake up to.

Our future is a blank page that we chose to pour ourselves into.

So slowly I’m losing who I’ve sworn to be.

I’ve spent my life building walls; brick by brick and bruise by bruise.

Help me remember the hope that I have compromised.

I know it seems it was just some crazy dream and I know my eyes were closed but this dream feels more real to me than life itself.

I’ll do whatever it takes.

We’re closer than ever before.

Chances are we are the same.

We reach with all of our might for such a noble aim as love.

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you know those jackson pollock paintings? that’s how my brain feels every time i look at you. thankfully for you, that’s the extent of my rage - though thinking of how much money that guy made for paint splatters makes me see RED. i’ve got projects to grade and i think a broken rib or two, so if you’d kindly wrap this up? or stay. i could gladly use a punching bag that SCREAMS.

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🍺 🔷 harry

he shook his hand and returned a pleasant smile.

      ❝ oh no, not at all. i’m never one to          complain about good conversation. ❞

     “ sometimes i manage to impose on people         without meaning to, so i was just wondering.         but what led you to say no man is all good? ”

only those with experience could truly speak of something like that. working on the force for as long as he did had him learning that lesson the hard way.

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🍺 🔷 barfly

                     “ Obvious, eh? “ There’s a chuckle as he takes a small sip of his beer. Okay, maybe going to a bar in a quasi- new country unattended by team wasn’t his best idea.

                “ Just a little. ” He lets out a laugh before rubbing at the back of his neck. Whenever he found someone speaking a different language, he was always tempted to start up in Russian just to confuse. But he refrained from doing so while he worked.                  “ What brings you to town? ”

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【☣☢☠】"Goodness no, I’m not the type to speak ill                  of a friend. I do thank you for your offer,                  but I’m going to have to decline.“

            “ You don’t have to go speaking ill of anyone.                 Most people that end up venting to me just                 end up saying whatever’s on their mind or                 using me like a verbal punching bag. ”

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🍺 🔷 elias

     Elias is proud of herself. For the first time in her life, she just might have a      stable job and has more than high hopes about it. She’s worked her ass off      today, ready to go home, when Scott’s voice pulls her out of her sleepy daze.      Staying a bit longer wouldn’t kill her. Not like she’s got anything else to do,      anyway.

     She finishes wiping up a table before the rag’s tossed back in its bucket to be       cleaned later. The praise for doing well stays put in the back of her mind, draw-       ing up a smile on her usual blank face.

                                  ❝ Hell yeah, I’ve got time. ❞

     As she finished up and made her way over, Scott produced bottles and glasses      from behind the bar and set them up on the top. There were a few recipes in his      arsenal but he always had a book of them in one of the cabinets. He took one of      them out and set it on the top.

     He smiled to her as she walked over, flipping through the pages before landing      on one of the easier mixes.

                                    “ Great. I’m gonna be here tomorrow as                                         well so I can help you with these then. ”

      Four nights out of the week did he actually tend to the bar. With a new employee       starting, however, he was going to be there an extra night or two to see how she       worked for himself.

                                     “ You ever have any experience mixing                                          drinks before? ”

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“ that’s awful ”

two words

             “ yep - and that’s why i don’t do jello shots in here anymore. ”

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🍺 🔷 barfly

“ Sorry- I… often forget. “        Reaching up, Sam scratches behind his ear,    “ I’ll, uh, I’ll take a Goudale. ”

         “ Coming up.”      He offers a smile to the man as he gets him his drink.      Once back, he sets it in front of the other and nods his      head once.            “ Guessing you’re not from around here. ”

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【☣☢☠】"Bit of a rough time as of late. Nothing a buzz couldn’t fix.“

             “ Times like this people turn to the bartender to vent to. I’m all ears                  if you need. ”