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send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

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i had an oc once that was like!!! the daught of a psychiatrist in west ham. and she waslike. acting therapist of new ham. and i think abt her alot. she was neat. she had so much potential. maybe ill put her on my multi.

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allie feels a weird sense of nostalgia the longer she spends in the eliot's basement. memories of holidays spent with cousins, she can almost picture young cassandra standing on the stairs, telling her cousins and sister her glorious plan for whatever game she had concocted in her mind. allie wonders if this is the beginning of her grip on reality slipping.... but she swallows the fear. she can't fall apart now. she looks at elle, studies the blonde girl for a moment. "right." she wants to know but at the same time? she knows she can't save elle, handcuffed to a radiator in a basement. maybe ignorance is bliss... but if she's freed, allie won't let campbell go again. "lexie probably gives him pushback. she was on student council with cassandra, and she would constantly push against her ideas... and that was like, with planning prom. i can imagine when it comes to running the town, she's worse. lexie's a threat to him, but not harry. harry's a threat to himself." a shake of her head, an attempt to get some hair out of her eyes. "fuck. i can't fix anything from here... i don't know what to do." a half laugh, half choked noise. "cassandra would know. but i don't."

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“what’s going on?”

❝    if you're talking about the chaos upstairs, i don't know if you really want to know...   ❞    it's honesty from elle this time, not always something that can be counted on, given her attempts to protect those around her. the last thing she wants is people to put her before all the important things going on in their new world. but this is the truth- even if she is leaving out the story behind the almost too relieved look in her eyes as she settles into the chair downstairs. there's no physical evidence of what just happened in that room on her body, and admittedly she's glad for that. she doesn't want to give him a reason to lock her away from the public.   ❝    i'll tell you this though- that loud noise is probably the least of your worries... i don't know how long he's going to be satisfied with our 'democracy'. harry and lexy... i mean hopefully nothing comes of it, but the way he's been talking...   ❞    

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im making a multi pls love me

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im making a multi pls love me

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sometimes ghosting a man is self care.

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i feel like all i've done today is dissociate lmao.

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everytime i make a blog the 'oooooho i'm mentally ill' sound from tiktok plays

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the amount of blogs i've made in the past week is like peak mentally ill behaviour but it's fine!!!! i'm not fine but the blog making is fine!

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PEACH YOU'RE SO COOOOL

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IM SORRY IM JUST IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

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WILL THE FLAMES AT LAST CONSUMEEEEEE US (will i make a sibling oc multi)

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sometimes i wanna be a chaos gremlin and bring back my sibling ocs!!!! elaine pressman!!! colin cunningham!!! paula byers!!!! maddie bingham! my euphoria jacobs and mckay sissters!!!!!

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PINNED .. an assortment of quotes found on pinterest .

i crave touch, yet i flinch every time someone gets too close.

how quickly the blade becomes you.

rage is a promise kept.

no one can hate me more than i hate myself.

you, who opened suns in my heart.

the word "father" rotted in my mouth.

i was born in an abundance of inherited sadness.

are you praying again? how raw are your knees?

can someone please be proud of me? like, fuck, i'm trying.

there are teeth marks on everything he loves.

i have done back things. i can't take them back, and they are part of who i am.

i am not a creature that was born. i am a fire that was set.

the best way to get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.

[he/she/they] is in my heart and i suffer.

do you love me enough that i may be weak with you?

in the crooks of your body, i find my religion.

i was a girl gulping a woman's grief.

i have pasts inside me that i did not bury properly.

i'll see you on the other side of the war.

you said i killed you - haunt me then!

i can't tell you how piercingly and endlessly i think about you.

i love you in vain, alone, in a terrible cold.

you will love [her/him/them] to ruins.

impossible loves. i am very much afraid they can become an addiction.

maybe we exist to bleed. maybe we exist to burn.

still, there is a terrible desire to be loved.

still, there is this horror at being left behind.

i come home - and i have a feeling of a ghost returning to its haunt.

my dear, i will always be this tender for you.

i'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

i'm ruined by your voice's deep dark lullaby.

i think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. we are good people and we have suffered enough.

i couldn't touch you without ruining you, so i didn't touch you at all.

you laugh like a little girl, and inside you think like a martyr.

you are not my cure, nobody has that power.

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if u can guess the muse i picked up ill link u to the blog.

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Euphoria (2019-)