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so are you always this pushy or..?
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ophelia:

but he is my prince. he must return, for i love him as i always have. as for his death, it could not have been any more peaceful than mine. i was lost to the water with flowers, but my prince? he was poisoned, poisoned by… by my brother, my darling laertes, whom i loved near as dearly and was as equally betrayed by.

yo, i don’t think that’s healthy. but was- was his death unjust? i think that’s the reason. i mean, i dunno how he died, but i don’t think he’s comin’ back. either move on, or uh, move on.
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parahelionx

I thought we’re friends… You just disappeared on me.

it’s not my fault y’all never go anywhere. i had to get out. see the world s’more. i’ve been dead for a few years, and i’ve just left america. i can’t stay in one place that long.
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naturalselectionisms:

’ well sorry to break it to you, buster - i don’t swing that way. ’

‘ i know. i’m sorry. it doesn’t stop you from looking cute. should i just lie to you? ‘
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farewellmlovely:
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The curtains billow, fluttering within close proximity to her as she fixes a vase full of white roses for an open casket ordeal later that day. There is a flicker beneath the lace, as if someone stood between it and the window, dark against it’s white hue. Hallie freezes for a moment before leaning into the vase, pretending to inhale the scent of the flowers. There is something there in the corner of her eye.

He’s just lookin’ around. Invisibly. He wasn’t really having a good day, and he didn’t want to be bothered. I mean, it’s a little creepy that he’s at a funeral home. But it helps him deal with the fact that he’s dead. Fuckin’ sue him. He gets really emotional in here. Sometimes he gets... out of control when he’s emotional. So if there’s a flicker of lights or a “slight breeze”... yeah it’s probably him.
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solaceiisms:

Better get used to it.

sHhHshSHSHHSHSHSHHhhhhhhhhshshshhhhhh
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"Whoa, you can see me? What the fuck? I must'a gotten so fuckin' wasted last night. I dun' have a hangover, though, so that might not be it." John looked way more than tired. He totally blacked out last night; college parties were crazy. John was jealous that he couldn't go alive so he ended up on a bad trip screaming and crying. But nah, that's not important to remember.
parahelionx liked for a starter.
Enjolras had expected to be alone, not confronted with a random kid in the rooms he’s definitely not allowed.
” Y- hey, you can’t be in here! “
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"i ain't- i just ain't allowed to talk to girls." his voice got soft suddenly, tears coming to his eyes quickly. he shut his eyes right away and turned away, putting his wall up again. "i dun' even want to."

❝ well, i kn’w tha’ bottlin’ bs up seems simple an’ easy bu’ isn’t. an’ if tha’s wha’ ya’ are doin’ … why no’ allow y’erself t’ vent to a complete stranger ‘ooh can’ an’ wouldn’ judge ya’, that you’ll nev’r see again ? a clean getaway with some shit off y’er chest t’ boot. ❞
her tone is soft and warm — not pressuring the boy to talk about it if her really didn’t want to, but also wanted to assure him it was far from an empty gesture
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“Have you considered finding a nice attic or basement someplace and making yourself a permanent resident by force?”
He shrugged, and while he was joking, there was an element of honesty in what he said. But then, Casper was very much not a ghost and had no idea whether living people could make much of a fuss to the ghosts, enough to force them out of the house. Could the living shove the dead out the door in the middle of the night?
"That would be funny if it weren't my only option now. But who really wants to live in a fuckin' attic." That's not even a question. It's not happening. He refuses to become a stereotype. Or get exorcised or some shit. He takes a long drag and his fingers start shaking from anxiety, almost dropping his cigarette.
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mural. a mural. a mural?

❛ well, i’m s-sure we could find s-something laying around. like, enough t-to one wall with a m-mural or something. s-sounds better than ch-checkers. ❜
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solaceiisms
okay. where exacly did i mentioned that i know something about you? i talk a lot, but that i don’t remember.
shhh. your face. it's makin' noise. i dun' like that. make it stop.
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iustxs:

❝ You’re brave to wander so close to an angel. ❞

i'm s-sorry, what? (it's not that john didn't believe in god or anything, it was more that he had a deep seated resentment towards him, especially since he was STUCK HERE. not to mention all the BULLSHIT HE WENT THOUGH DURING LIFE. so if he was nervous, or hesitant, it sure as hell wasn't because he was in denial- he was more afraid of fucking up his chance of getting OFF EARTH into heaven) you're an angel?
+2 sought the Lion
parahelionx
sangemixt
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semi-hiatus!!

( want to focus on michael for a while, seeing as he needs some serious tlc. see you suckers soon! i give myself a week before i come back here. )
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yeah, okay. i'll just run down to the store and get paint. great idea. no offence, but i'd rather play checkers all day than paint.
parahelionx.
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