Don’t Hate Me - Blog Posts
As a single person who cares about being good in school: Fuck you /j
(I SEARCHED FOR THIS POST JUST TO SAY THIS)
i love cheating if you don’t cheat what the hell is wrong with you
i know i haven’t posted in like a week but i pinky promise i have something cooking for y’all and i’ll give u hints in emojis ( surprise surprise they’re both stiles related )
#1 😡
#2 🎶
He Ded
I have such a love/hate relationship with Bela Lugosi's Dead because it is such a great song but I've listened to it 27383918w73738e8w82 times, and it's hella long. It is the epitome of a goth song, and a true spooky classic and every time I hear the start of that bassline I get excited and then I either dance like the goth kids from South Park or I give a dejected sigh and bob my head
um... hey chat! i haven't written chapter 4 yet, so if the chapter comes out late, it wasn't me! It was the demons. they got to me (it's actually my ela teacher) heh... be prepared for a later chapter! i cant even write tmw cause I have dance till 8 pm :3
ROTTMNT movie spoilers!!!
lol
crying rn
I don't know if anyone is also like this way, but I don't ship billford because a ship means you want them together, but I like reading billford fan works because of the way it explores abusive relationships
please just let me help you. @pittmade
the adrenaline still pulses like mortar fire in her ears, the sheets had tangled tight around her waist, unravled in the abruptness when she lept from bed. her breath comes in short, calculated bursts, the kind meant to hide the panic, not soothe it. A SURVIVAL RHYTHMN, a trick she learned in tents and triage units under foreign skies. eversteady hands tremble and fumble with the script. that emergency bottle to sit beneath her tongue and chase away reflections of war. she hasn’t cried, she doesn’t, not even now, but her body feels like it wants to. not out of fear. not anymore. but exhaustion, a deep marrow-tiredness that never fades, just gets buried under scrubs and charts and too much coffee.
please just let me help you.
it’s the way he says it, like a quiet promise in the dark, like he’s offering her a place to land instead of a spotlight to stand under. guilt tears through sinew and soul. no one had ever seen her like this; the burden she'd refused to unleash upon the unknowing, the unwilling. she slept so well beside him, no issues arising until the inevitable push against her ribs to recall. her eyes meet his, not fully, not yet, but just the edge of him in the ambient light of her bathroom. honey eyes far away, attempting to find her HOME again. the bottle nearly crushed in her hand as she followed the sound of his voice. she caught the warmth of his scent and reached for him. something in the most broken parts of her being following his imprint of energy like a ship to harbour in a winter storm. ❛ jack. ❜ a voice so raw, so haunted, crawling back to life. gloria is pressed to him, instinct of spirit sought and driving action. ❛ i'm sorry, i'm sorry. ❜ muffled against his chest, but she breathes, finally.
Happy #Monday! It's going to be a long wick. Ask John 😂
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thanks to sherwood-scribblings for this, would repost but i don't want people to think i'm a haysilee or hayffie shipper
