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Update

I'm not active on here anymore but if you want my discord. Shoot me a PM.

I'd love to keep RPing.

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in·vid·i·ous

/inˈvidēəs/

adjective likely to arouse or incur resentment or anger in others. 

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im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

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i’ve never found being ‘ self destructive ’ to be worrisome someone, some time, is going to ( DESTROY ) you & i will be DAMNED if anyone but myself has that honor

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“tell me soldier, when did the fight for your country become a war against yourself?”

— unfinished poems ii // s.z

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ooc

Hey so i'm still here, lurking because I don't have anything to reply to but i'm open for for plottings. Hit up my dms.

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ya lit meme: [6/9] quotes

His soul might be a sun. I’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul.

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sercphvs‌:

“how many centuries deep is your wound?”

— Adonis, from “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep (Green Integer, 2003)

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Halloween Sentence Meme !  🎃

some slightly nsfw !! 

“ I’m turning the lights out now. “ 

“ They’re coming. Get ready. “ 

“ Making out in a graveyard is definitely morally wrong. “ 

“ If I hear the words ‘killer clown’ once more I’m ditching you. “ 

“ You need a damn costume. “ 

“ This is my costume ! “ 

“ Let’s just lie here and read creepy pasta’s for the rest of the night. “ 

“ Spooky spaghetti ? “

“ You look… hot. “ 

“ That’s the shittest pumpkin I’ve ever seen. “

“ HOLY FUCK. “ 

“ You deserved that, asshole. “

“ Wanna go in first ? “ 

“ I knew you’d end up holding my hand. “  

“ Let’s swap. I don’t like these. “ 

“ I don’t wanna go ! “ 

“ You’re fucking with me. “ 

“ I didn’t invite you for a reason. “ 

“ You look pretty when I can’t see your face. “

“ I can’t believe you stole that old lady’s pumpkin. “ 

“ That’s fucking adorable. “ 

“ Put the cat down, it’s not yo- “

“ JESUS FUCK IT BIT ME. “ 

“ I haven’t even turned the lights out yet. “

“ I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. “ 

“ You’re one sexy, sexy zombie. “ 

“ Did you see that ? What the fuck. “ 

“ Come here. “ 

“ You hear that ?  “ 

“ That was not my dog. “ 

“ Did you leave the door open ? “

“ I’ve never been a fan of the ghost train. “ 

“ Your tights are ripped, loser. “ 

“ If they look at you one more fucking time… “ 

“ I don’t like these woods. “ 

“ My mama always said NEVER take candy from strangers. “ 

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❈ Grim Aesthetics ❈

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let’s dance to joy division the wombats

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I wouldn’t call it excessive violence. It’s just enough to make my point. 

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if u ship ur muse with my muse

PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME

because i might also ship it

but i would be sitting there like

welp, i would do this, but i don’t know if they like it

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you are what is left behind you are the thing he could not take away you cannot be stolen, ransacked, looted like an emptied bank account or an burgled house you are the tough old tissues, the exquisite scars you are the thing that would not die

— Kai Cheng Thom, from “things you need to know,” A Place Called No Homeland

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@dominxsus gets a starter.

It’s quiet in the way the world is with snow to blanket the world. Animals are nestled deep in hibernation, few daring the Russian winter this time of year. It’s mid afternoon and the sun is already threatening blue shadows from the trees across plains of white.  The only signs of life are the patterned pale clouds of breath from the pair crouched in wait.

A man and a great furred creature sat beside him, her head above his in his low position, the creature pants, tongue lolling out of a mouth that is framed by the ice which clings to her muzzle. Her tail flicks as the breeze changes and she catches scent. She is stock-still until she is bidden.

“ — Iskat. ” Seek.Whispered and she goes, light-footed for all of her mass. The man follows, rifle ready at his side, pistol at his hip, should it be needed.  She moves through the trees quickly for nearly a kilometre before she stops abruptly, hovering over an imprint in the snow, Urus Arctos, Brown Bear. Her tail flicks as she delicately sniffs, these tracks are still fresh, prey is nearby. “ Khoroshaya devushka. ” Good girl.

He follows the tracks, tracing the broken brush and bramble to the borrow. The dog disappears into the hole he readies his rifle for the shot but she comes up moments later and whines. The man peers down the borrow, it’s devoid of a bear but bloodied. 

Something else was here first.