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this blog is officially archived ! find me & my muses @minutes1 !

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work in progress (gotta do my carrd and tags) but this blog will be shutting down and moved to @minutes1 for those who would like to follow early.

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@hecatespower ASKED : ❛  nothing from the past ever happens quite the same.  ❜

❝ i jumped to escape the past. ❞ there is some irony in that sentence most surely. they have done nothing but relive the past ; the pain , the regret , the guilt. it is a punch to the gut as strong as it was back then , when vines weren't crawling up their throat as if to choke what is an already dead man. death should be a welcome mercy to the horrors behind her eyes , but joey has not been so lucky. it is a curse to stand here , feet in the sand , the waves rolling by , wondering & wondering what was on the other side. it is fitting the spirit can only gaze upon anyone with glassy eyes ; for even if he could smile , joey could find nothing to be happy for. sight is kept towards the horizon , not meeting @hecatespower 's eyes. ❝ but all that is left of me , is reliving it as vivid as it was yesterday. ❞

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drafts are pretty low here. gonna clear them out soon.

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The Summer I Turned Pretty || 2.04

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love logging in here seeing i have new followers and they are all bots <.<

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this is a starter call specifically for mackenzie / arkham. if you are a multi specify who for. interactions will default to his main verse where he is tied to satan, unless stated or seen otherwise.

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*starts twirling my hair and kicking my feet* ohhh so he’s like, a freak?

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my adhd dyslexic ass messed up one of my tags. kill me lmao.

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@horrordestined asked : ❛  i still remember the way you said goodbye.  ❜

🌻 ── it was the week for goodbyes it would seem. the smell of the hospice was dank & drab , the clinical cleaness of despair. for the past few days louis had been here sun up to sun down. hand wrapped around his father’s , never letting go. the staff come into talk to him , hear his stories. oliver hope doesn’t have any words to say , just barely hanging on by a thread. the cancer is at the stage where any day now louis will have to plan the impending funeral. he didn’t ask @horrordestined to come with him , but john came anyways. as the sound of machine beeps fills the quiet room , the words suddenly draw louis away into another memory.

it’s hard to forget that day. the day he left without a goodbye , & left john with a broken heart. louis had to hold his own together as it shattered into pieces of it’s own ; the only person who helped make the pain go away was laying here on this bed , dying. it hurts to much , everything hurts. eyes squeeze shut as the first tears in weeks pour down his cheeks. it hits him right in his chest , a grip on his heart , a chokehold on his lungs. ❝ i don’t want to say goodbye anymore john. ❞ voice thick and gravely with emotion , ❝ i have none left in me. ❞

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like for a starter ! specify whomst !

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Beyond the Lights (2014) dir. Gina Prince-Bythewood

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dynamic tags.

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“I wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.”

— Ernest Hemingway, Cat in the Rain

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trent verses