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                                   Breathe tragedy through ragged lungs -                                                               - While you bleed blue and gold

                                                 And god makes monsters of men

                                                               Written by Serberus

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            They say you were pulled from the fires below for a second chance at redemption. Poured HELLFIRE into your hair and stole the ICHOR from your veins – They made you HUMAN and you grew a heart, a tiny little thing wrapped in the barbs of self-righteous fury –

                     When god reached into your chest to make your weak heart beat-                                               Everything he touched burnt to ASH                         Now you bleed blue and gold and make the mortal men WEEP

[Highly selective, GTA Verse Jack Pattillo, as written by Sinister ]

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santigoldsaint:

Can anyone inform me on how to add tabs to your pop up box. Google is so unhelpful I cry.

( Bae I got you real good here, try this link )

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            THE DEAD DON’T ALWAYS STAY DEAD

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gangrieve replied to your post: gangrieve replied to your photo: ...

IM GONNA WRECK IT

gangrieve replied to your post: gangrieve replied to your photo: ...

GONNA RIP IT

YA GONNA SLEEP ON THE COUCH IF YA RIP IT. YA FIEND.

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gangrieve replied to your photo: ( Ya filthy animals <3 )

y……..es,,,,,,,

Merry holiday don’t rip the lingerie

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( Ya filthy animals <3 )

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stupxfied:

@ollittap replied to your post: His valentines gift is left sprawled across his…

Just what I wanted this Valentines. Photos of Gav’s ass.

love u  mom

            Wowie. Boy. Just gonna... save that as Gav’s contact photo in your phone now.

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attxckdog:

              “I wouldn’t call it breaking in, necessarily. Think of it as a surprise entry.” Ryan, you’re digging yourself a hole here. Better find a way out. “But before you consider murdering me, maybe you should go and actually look at what I got you?” 

               “ Ah huh... right. ”

        Whatever was behind that door had better be worth it, you’d have to invest in a new goddamn lock thanks to this. Not that you spent any veritable amount of time in your bedroom here--

               Though you’d figure out soon enough as you find your way to your designated room and push the already unlocked door open- if there was a dead person in here you were going to strangle the vagabond.

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ur relationship with THIS ASSHOLE

     “ Ray Narvaez Jr.. where do I start.... ” Probably with the glass of wine in your hand which is sipped rather dramatically, as if recanting a tale of an age long passed-

               “ I suppose life finds it’s ways to get you where it’s unexpected. I had my life planned out pretty well, start this gang with Ramsey, take over Los Santos, rule with an iron fist and one day retire to the countryside when I’m grey with a plethora of pets and a collection of sports cars to rival god himself. ”

     To punctuate your words comes emptying of your cup before it’s set on the glass table to your right, from full to empty in one go. “ Not a lot of wiggle room for extra pieces. And then lo and behold. Narvaez. Talented sniper, resident druggie, and sarcastic to a lethal point. He was less of a pain in my ass then most of the crew but something about that little fucker drew me in...

          If I had my wits about me, I might have been smart enough to turn tail and leave that itch unscratched. But I take what I want when I want it. So I scratched. Hard.

     You never really expect to develop.. feelings... when you’re someone like me. Seems out of the question. Now though?- feels hard to think of the next Queen of Los Santos without her prince. Would I say that I loved him? Not openly. No one needs to know where the soft spots are, the last thing I want is someone poking around them. But behind closed doors...

               Yeah. He’s special. To me at least. I’d die for him if it came down to it. Might topple my whole empire if it meant keeping him around. But I don’t really think I have to. He’s a bit of a stubborn prick but... he’s my stubborn prick. ”

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attxckdog:

              “Well shit, you might be a little disappointed. I put all my gifts in your bedroom.”

               “ Is that so? --        And how exactly, Ryan Haywood, have you gotten into my bedroom when I keep my door locked all the time?                                 Did you break in to my room? ”

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            “ Valentines day huh... if I open the door to my office and it’s not chalk full of gifts of adoration, I’m gonna be real unhappy. ”

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send me “your relationship with” + a url and my muse will talk about their relationship with that particular muse.

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                               “ Busy day, busier night,                                                                 Do I ever get a break? ” 

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              “ We’re supposed to be on a heist --                                      None of you are allowed to bitch about how I dress, ever. ”