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“be the bigger person” i cant i am only 5’3”

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you cant taste anything but the ocean and garbage. your vision is clouded with static fuzz and everything that you hear is behind the constant beeping and ringing of a machine that only exists in your head. keep laughing.

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is there a god at the bottom of the bottle?

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* Under?fell Me¡?tta?ton

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99 starters inspired by lorde’s album ‘melodrama’   ——   alcohol tw / car crash tw / suggestive tw /  *  feel free to switch up the pronouns or the wording.

PERFECT PLACES.

❛ every night, i live & die. ❜ ❛ it’s just another graceless night. ❜ ❛ i hate the headlines & the weather. ❜ ❛ when we’re dancing, i’m alright. ❜ ❛ this is how we get notorious. ❜ ❛ we are young & we’re ashamed. ❜ ❛ all of our heroes are fading. ❜ ❛ now i can’t stand to be alone. ❜ ❛ let’s kiss and then take off our clothes. ❜ ❛ all these nights spent off our faces, trying to find these perfect places. ❜ ❛ what the fuck are perfect places anyways? ❜

THE LOUVRE.

❛ our days & nights are perfumed with obsession. ❜ ❛ half my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor. ❜ ❛ i drink up your movements, & i still can’t get enough. ❜ ❛ i overthink your punctuation use. not my fault, just a thing i do. ❜ ❛ but lover, you’re the one to blame. ❜ ❛ can you hear the violence? the megaphone in my chest? ❜ ❛ i call & you come through. i’d blow all my friendships to come & sit in hell with you. ❜ ❛ we’re the greatest. they’ll hang us in the louvre — down the back, but who cares — still the louvre. ❜ ❛ i know that you’re not my type. ❜ ❛ just move in close to me. ❜

LIABILITY.

❛ he says he made a big mistake dancing in my storm… says it was poison. ❜ ❛ play at romance, we slow dance in the living room. ❜ ❛ you’re a liability. ❜ ❛ i understand, i’m a liability. ❜ ❛ i’m a little much for everyone. ❜ ❛ the truth is that i’m a toy that people enjoy, ‘til all of the tricks don’t work anymore, then they are bored of me. ❜ ❛ i know that it’s exciting, but i’m better off alone. ❜

SOBER.

❛ oh, god, i’m clean out of air in my lungs. ❜ ❛ it’s all gone. ❜ ❛ it’s time we danced with the truth. ❜ ❛ i’m acting like i don’t see every ribbon that you used to tie yourself to me. ❜ ❛ my hips have missed your hips. ❜ ❛ will you sway with me? ❜ ❛ but what will we do when we’re sober? ❜ ❛ we pretend that we just don’t care. ❜ ❛ i know you’re feeling it too. ❜ ❛ i know this story by heart. ❜ ❛ in the morning, you’ll be dancing will all the heartache. ❜

HOMEMADE DYNAMITE.

❛ don’t know you super well, but i think that you might be the same as me. ❜ ❛ let’s let things come out of the woodwork. ❜ ❛ i’ll give you my best side, & tell you all my best lies. ❜ ❛ we’re dancing with our shoes off! ❜ ❛ you know i think you’re kinda awesome, right? ❜ ❛ our rules, our dreams. ❜ ❛ we’re blowing shit up with homemade dynamite. ❜ ❛ we’ll end up painted on the road, red & chrome. ❜ ❛ now you really know it’s gonna blow. ❜

SUPERCUT.

❛ in my head, i play a supercut of us, with all the magic that we gave off, all the love we had & lost. ❜ ❛ when i reach for you, there’s just a supercut. ❜ ❛ we keep trying to talk about us. ❜ ❛ i’m someone you maybe might love. ❜ ❛ in my head, i do everything right. ❜ ❛ in my head, when you call, i forgive & not fight. ❜ ❛ we are wild & fluorescent. ❜

HARD FEELINGS / LOVELESS.

❛ please could you be tender? ❜ ❛ let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through. ❜ ❛ it’s late & this song is for you. ❜ ❛ i remember the rush, when ‘forever’ was us, before all of the winds of regret & mistrust. ❜ ❛ now our love is a ghost. ❜ ❛ well, i guess i should go. ❜ ❛ these are what they call hard feelings of love. ❜ ❛ the sweet words & fevers leave us all out here in the cold. ❜ ❛ god, i wish i believed you when you told me this was my home. ❜ ❛ i care for myself the way i used to care about you. ❜ ❛ why even try to get it right? ❜ ❛ when you outgrow a lover, the whole world knows but you. ❜ ❛ it was real for me. ❜ ❛ this is my favorite tape! ❜ ❛ bet you wanna rip my heart out. well, guess what? i like that. ❜ ❛ i’m gonna mess your life up. ❜ ❛ we’re a loveless generation. ❜

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– In my dreams you always die but at least you are still with me. 

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im finally back on this Hell Blog™ what is good yall

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i made my own fashion meme!

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judgehund:

         "────i…“     Where could he even begin? In the end, Mettaton was right. This was the end of the world, and once more, Sans had been there to witness everything. He was here to watch everything crumble between his fingertips ─ To watch every last life he clung onto, disappear forever. It was frightening, knowing that in the end, this wasn’t his timeline to save ────

            He just had to sit, and do nothing.

      Should he die in this timeline, there was no knowing where he would end up. Perhaps his code would be permanently deleted ─ unable to detect the source from which it came from, and thus, he would not belong to any afterlife the Underfell timeline kept for its inhabitants.

       But even if death meant something permanent here, he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. He would wait by his friend until the very last second, and then he would disappear back to his own timeline ──── Unable to save Mettaton; unable to save this world.

         He had to disappear, knowing he’d lost him.

  "───what’s stoppin’ you from following alphys?”   He suddenly asks, sights locked to sweaty palms.

“─why’re you choosing to fight?” Perhaps he didn’t understand. One time, he’d fought against this child ─ but even then, it was out of a desperation to die.

                 Did Mettaton feel the same?

                      Sans laughs.

“─it’s a lost cause. you won’t be savin’ anybody ─ you won’t be able to last even a───”                   Not even one hit. Sans draws quiet again.

      “─are… you sure you don’t wanna come back with me?”

[ he wasn’t sure what happened after death, in his universe. there was a part of him that was hoping it was just... rest. finally, he, and the rest of those who had died in this universe, could let down their guards and just... shut their eyes. maybe they didn’t deserve it. for all that they’d done, he could understand if all they were meant for was some version of hell. but was that truly fair, if they’d been forced to live in hell their whole life? ]

[ he’s following sans’ eyes with a pair of his own, lifting the other’s hands with two of his, and kissing his fingertips, eyes sad and unreadable - yellow light seeming almost distant, as if it was shining from a distance, or from the end of a tunnel. ]

[ there’s ... for the first time in what seems like forever, there are things he wants to stay for. there are people he wants to stay for. he would want to see sans get better, or see red and how well he does, or... well. he used to want to stay for frisk. but that’s... no longer feasible. ]

[ this is his home. ]

[ shithole or no, it’s his home. ]

PROMPT; RESPONSE

: ‘ i’m not even sure i know. why did you fight, when it came down to it? ‘

[ he sighs, shrugging both pairs of shoulders. ]

: ‘ when it comes down to it, sans... even in this universe, terrible or no, there are some people... i want to protect. ‘

[ at that, he gives sans a quiet laugh, gallows humor on his tongue. ]

PROMPT; RESPONSE

: ‘ well, they did always tell me i was destined to be a one-hit wonder. ‘

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Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.

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smol shaw + trunks the trilogy™️

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                                          He who fears the monster                                        should be weary that he himself                                          does not become the monster

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sentence prompts ➝ milk & honey

❛ i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful before i’ve called them intelligent or brave ❜

❛ i am sorry i made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is ❜ 

❛ all you have to be proud of ❜

❛ you are resilient ❜

❛ you are extraordinary ❜

❛ I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you ❜

❛ I left because the longer I stayed the less I loved myself. ❜

❛ loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself. ❜

❛ every time you tell your daughter you yell at her out of love you teach her to confuse anger with kindness ❜

❛ you tell me to quiet down ❜

❛ i was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out ❜

❛ i was not made with a lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow ❜

❛ i was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow ❜

❛ women like you drown oceans ❜

❛ if you were born with the weakness to fall you were born with the strength to rise ❜

❛ our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry ❜

❛ stay strong through your pain ❜

❛ bloom beautifully dangerously loudly bloom softly ❜

❛ i am water soft enough to offer life tough enough to drown it away ❜

❛ for you to see beauty here does not mean there is beauty in me it means there is ❜ ❛ beauty rooted so deep within you you can’t help but see it everywhere ❜

❛ do not look for healing at the feet of those who broke you ❜

❛ what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives ❜

❛ you might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all other loves seem irrelevant ❜

❛ how is it so easy for you to be kind to people ❜

❛ nothing even matters except love and human connection who you loved  ❜

❛ but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing cause they always tend to leave ❜

❛ i have what i have and i am happy i’ve lost what i’ve lost and i am still happy ❜

❛ the thing about writing is I can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying ❜

❛ people go but how they left always stays ❜

❛ the world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it ❜

❛ how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you ❜

❛ you must never trade honesty for relatability ❜

❛ she was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her ❜

❛ fall in love with your solitude ❜

❛ i always get myself into this mess ❜

❛ i am hopelessly a lover, and a dreamer, and that will be the death of me ❜

❛ you look at me and cry everything hurts ❜

❛ everything can heal ❜

❛ what i miss most is how you loved me ❜

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