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[criedhard-a]

you cannot imagine how time … can be … so still.             it hangs. It weighs. and yet there is so little of it.             it goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce. // ondeath. formerly criedhard.

[criedhard-a]

you cannot imagine how time … can be … so still.             it hangs. It weighs. and yet there is so little of it.             it goes so slowly, and yet it is so scarce. // ondeath. formerly criedhard.

[criedhard-a]

do not pretend that you don’t like it when we threaten you.  we see you getting pheromone stink under the collar, moaning, baldly. motionless, picturing decay. when we creak your step, when we crack your glass, when we tap tap tap, that is a bone. that is all we have though we are very shiny, and filled with beetles. we are made entirely of bone. | formerly criedhard

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that was quick, here’s the notice. i’m not deleting in case there’s a small chance i may come back to this blog but i’m not in a good place mentally right now. 

okay, here’s the spiel: i have given the better part of two years to writing myr. i sat in tenth math class dreaming up face claims and how i’d try out a contained theme for the first time. i learned how to code (ish) and how to use photoshop because of this blog. i’ve developed skills both in terms of writing, editing and graphic-making. i had so much fun doing this.

it isn’t that rp isn’t fun any more. it isn’t that the people have changed or gone bad. i just need an indefinite break and a good, long rest. 

before i had anyone, i had you guys. i had and still have such wonderful friends here and that’s why i don’t want to leave. getting to know people, meshing my writing style with theirs, developing elaborate plots. it was the most fun i had in my life.

i’m not going to talk about feeling ignored or isolated or that i feel as if people have lost interest in me because it isn’t true. you’re all wonderful people, i just don’t have the time or energy to reach out like i once did. i’m sorry if saying that made anyone feel like i was ungrateful for all the love and support you’ve shown me over the past two years.

i know for a fact i’ll miss this blue hell. i know for a fact i’ll miss the wonderful talent and beautiful people here but i really do have to leave for a while. 

have lots of fun, friends. be good to each other and thank you so much for giving me the motivation to grow, write and for giving me the building blocks i needed to be happy.

my sk*pe’s moaningmemer, hmu if you want to keep in touch.

all my love, jupiter  👽

[criedhard-a]

that was quick, here’s the notice. i’m not deleting in case there’s a small chance i may come back to this blog but i’m not in a good place mentally right now. 

okay, here’s the spiel: i have given the better part of two years to writing myr. i sat in tenth math class dreaming up face claims and how i’d try out a contained theme for the first time. i learned how to code (ish) and how to use photoshop because of this blog. i’ve developed skills both in terms of writing, editing and graphic-making. i had so much fun doing this.

it isn’t that rp isn’t fun any more. it isn’t that the people have changed or gone bad. i just need an indefinite break and a good, long rest. 

before i had anyone, i had you guys. i had and still have such wonderful friends here and that’s why i don’t want to leave. getting to know people, meshing my writing style with theirs, developing elaborate plots. it was the most fun i had in my life.

i’m not going to talk about feeling ignored or isolated or that i feel as if people have lost interest in me because it isn’t true. you’re all wonderful people, i just don’t have the time or energy to reach out like i once did. i’m sorry if saying that made anyone feel like i was ungrateful for all the love and support you’ve shown me over the past two years.

i know for a fact i’ll miss this blue hell. i know for a fact i’ll miss the wonderful talent and beautiful people here but i really do have to leave for a while. 

have lots of fun, friends. be good to each other and thank you so much for giving me the motivation to grow, write and for giving me the building blocks i needed to be happy.

my sk*pe’s moaningmemer, hmu if you want to keep in touch.

all my love, jupiter  👽

[criedhard-a]

' the lights don’t shine as bright when you’re not here. '

i need you. // @keptsecrets

👻 – there’s something suspicious about her wide-eyed stare and spider-like fingers.          myrtle’s wispy, there’s not much solid about her. she turns on hearing his          voice, intending to depart for the night and make the journey back to her home.

         leaving is nothing like arriving. there is nothing in the world like making a          pilgrimage to him. 

         myrtle cocks her head to the side, looking at him on the bed. he never seems          to run out of sweaters. seth exists in a state of permanent denial of expectation,          he puts on no ruse and no pair of dress trousers. she likes him more for it.

         the cult of adonis belonged to women and belongs to her now. she kicks her          pumps off and puts her bag down, returning to bed.

‘that’s funny,’

          she begins.

‘i could’ve sworn you could only see me in the dark.’

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“I need you” Sentence Starters

aka my life and yours are two parts of a whole

“I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t let go of my hand through this, please.”

“If you walk away everything will fall apart.”

“All I want is your lips against mine right now.”

“It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection.”

“We’ve been through everything else together.  This is no different.”

“You’re my other half.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather have with me than you.”

“You need to help me, I can’t do this alone.”

“I’ve never felt alone since you came into my life.”

“What am I supposed to do if you walk away?”

“This distance is killing me.”

“Don’t let this distance tear us apart.”

“I need you as much as you need me.”

“Letting go was never an option.”

“All the time did was make me realize that you’re supposed to be with me.”

“I’ve made so many mistakes, but you’re not one of them.”

“I need you to help me reach the top shelf.”

“Two people aren’t this made for each other so easily.”

“You’re worth any fight.”

“I’m crying on the floor and nothing’s right, but I know you can make this better.”

“I’m way too drunk to be driving, so I was gonna walk home– stay on the phone with me, okay?”

“There’s this couple’s contest, and I know we’re not dating, but the grand prize is this big ass load of food– help me.”

“It doesn’t matter if you need me; you broke everything.”

“Everything’s really shitty right now.  So how about you get in this car with me and we drive to wherever for however long?”

“I’ll go if you go.”

“I’ll only do this if you help me.”

“I can’t depend on anyone else, just you.”

“Thank you for always being here for me.”

“You could call be at any time and I’d drop anything if you needed me.”

“All you have to do is show me that you feel the same.”

“I know that I need you, but sometimes the feeling doesn’t seem reciprocated.”

“I’m pathetic, because I go to you for everything, but you’d pick someone over me any day.”

“Can you give me a ride?”

“I didn’t tell anyone else I was leaving… You deserved to know though.”

“I’ll still be here when you get back.”

“Isn’t in terrifying that we both couldn’t go without the other?”

“This ring proves that I’m always here for you.”

“Come here, let me give you a hug.”

“My date stood me up, can you come with me to egg his/her car?”

“My date stood me up, can you come pick me up?”

“The lights don’t shine as bright when you’re not here.”

“I can’t deal with us drifting apart anymore.”

“I feel like I’m gripping with all my might and you’re not even lifting a finger.”

“My friend locked me outside naked.  Help.”

“My friend needs to see I’m dating someone so they’ll stop including me in blind dates–yes, I know we’re not dating, but still.”

“I don’t call you my partner in crime for no reason.”

“Can you come over so I don’t feel so alone anymore?”

“You ran to get here this quickly?!”

“I need you.”

Send a name and a sentence xx

[criedhard-a]

Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

† for a kiss to say good bye forever.

✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

[criedhard-a]

i know a girl who’s body was a crime scene. she looked and looked but never found the murder weapon.

[criedhard-a]

’ if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up. ’ ( this is probably just a bad joke but i couldn't resist )

i regret everything. // @portcls​

👻 – she snorts ( actually snorts ) and squeezes her eyes shut. a brick-red blush          creeps up her neck and myrtle does everything she can not to cringe. rick          lives for the reaction, she doesn’t want to give him a terribly funny one.

‘you’re such a pig.’

         she stutters,  shaking her head slightly. 

‘really, you’re just awful. it’s not even a good joke–’

[criedhard-a]

❝rick and morty❞ ask meme

“Oh yeah, shame me. At least when I’m disgusting it’s on purpose.”

“If you spend all day shuffling words around, you can make anything sound bad.”

“I can’t abide bureaucracy. I don’t like being told where to go and what to do. I consider it a violation.”

“I’ve got a thousand memories of your dumb little ass and about six of them are pleasant.”

“I’ve got an emo streak. It’s part of what makes me so rad.”

“What kind of business do you do in a garage? Y'know, this seems a little shady.”

“Wow. That is a really intense line of questioning.”

“I hate to break it to you, but what people call ‘love’ is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed.”

“I have no code of ethics, I will kill anyone, anywhere. Children, animals, old people, doesn’t matter. I just love killin’.”

“You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you, and your anal cavity is still taut yet malleable.”

“I’m not looking for judgement, just a yes or no.”

“Well, then get your shit together! Get it all together, and put it in a backpack - all your shit. So it’s together. And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, y’know? Take it to the shit store and sell it. Or put it in the shit museum, I don’t care what you do! You just gotta get it together.”

“You dumb, stupid, weak, pathetic, white, white.. uh-uhh.. guilt.. white-guilt, milquetoast.. piece of human garbage.”

“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer? The answer is: don’t think about it.”

“Fuck you? No, no, no, no, no, fuck me!”

“My new catchphrase is ‘I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!‘”

“You’re like Hitler.. but even Hitler cared about Germany, or something.”

“You’re not gonna believe this, because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.”

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showmaxter // violent ends.

          an ache   buried   deep  in his chest, the heart dared to crush when it could be ripped away with such   ease   as her tongue had been.  words lost, slumbered somewhere as the surprise caressed   a beating heart,   shoulder lifted as eyes pierced towards her.   it was met with a warmth,  though somehow the ease to see  &  understand her thoughts    effortlessly   have carried their relationship.  there was no need to talk and when she did,   SURPRISE  broke every feature.  mouth almost dared to stand open and it might have if the idea hadn’t been such     an ugly picture of surprise.     instead,  raised brows and wide eyes answered,  the hand lingered around her hand,  taking it.

          ’  i hoped you would.  ’  he insisted,  the many colours sometimes met with a straight face,  sometimes a burbled giggle   &   in other years she remained entirely quiet.    yet he kept her there,    the captured hand squeezed,      loving her  closeness  even more than before.       ’ it’s calmer than the blue. ’

👻 -- her voice used to float, move, rise, gallop. it used to soar as she sang  marguerite         an octave too high. she’s tired of how garbled her speech now is, how alike to a         witch mumbling she sounds. myrtle chooses silence for the moment. he knows         how to listen to her, he doesn’t need her to speak.

        calmer than the blue, like they expect him to be calm. her caesar is a powerhouse         of charisma, a dangerous force masquerading as a friend. she watches him ensare,         cast spells over dull minds and sharp ones alike. myrtle returns the squeeze to her         hand, applying an affectionate pressure. 

        she’s always rather in awe of how he manages to stay alive. she pushed back at         death, stepped on the tightrope with a forceful heel. he pulled her back. she’s alive         because he needs her to be.

        nodding, myrtle moves to rest her head on his shoulder. looking up at him with watery         eyes, she then turns her gaze toward the cityscape outside.

‘die this year?’

        she asks. myrtle doesn’t specify who will.

[criedhard-a]

i know a girl who’s body was a crime scene. she looked and looked but never found the murder weapon.

[criedhard-a]

just so everyone’s aware: if myr had lived she still would’ve eventually become a goddamn badass magic-user. yeah, she would’ve left the wizard world because she has enough to worry about without being muggle-born but myr definitely would’ve still practiced.

she’d feel an itch in her palms after a week without her wand. locking it in a drawer was a bad idea but she doesn’t want to need it. so she gets better at wandless, starts saying the spells in her head so no one can find out what she is. 

by the time she’s thirty she can move things with just her hand, unlock doors with a flick of her wrist and her house is spotless. all her friends wonder how she can manage a nursing career and a home life as well as she does.

myr can because she’s dedicated and resourceful. because she could’ve grown so much but never got the chance.

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If you don’t believe Russian fairy tales are hardcore, remember that in “The Death of Koschei the Deathless”, Prince Ivan first encounters Princess Marya Morevna amid a field of corpses spanning from horizon to horizon, which turn out to be an invading army that the Princess has just slain in battle, apparently single-handedly. She then invites him into her tent and spends two days and nights banging his brains out, and that’s how he ends up getting married.

(Later, the Princess goes off to fight another war and leaves Ivan to look after the housekeeping, with strict instructions not to go into a particular basement. Of course he disobeys, and finds the eponymous Koschei the Deathless bound in enchanted chains, because apparently keeping immortal sorcerers chained up in your closet is just a thing that you do when you’re Princess Marya Morevna. The subsequent accidental unbinding sets off the main plot, making this tale one of the relatively few instances of the traditional forbidden-room device in which the disobedient spouse is the husband rather than the wife.)

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💄 B)

kiss meme. // @norulcs

👻 – there’s a strategic lack of formality to her voice. there’s a thump          in her chest, a pressure point where he can dig his thumbs into          her skin if she so desires. he could snap bone, could tear her          to pieces.

         she doesn’t fight when he covers her mouth with his, but her          hands ball into fists. myrtle doesn’t push him away, but she          doesn’t relax. she’s rigid— does he know he’s kissing a corpse?         likely not. 

‘mr chilton–’

         myrtle mumbles, breaking the kiss and looking up at him. her          eyes are doe-like and already starting to fill with tears.

‘sir, you have a wife– this isn’t–’

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