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OK SO ,   i will be revamping this blog, it’ll be under the same url. 

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 i  will  never  understand  people  who  get   upset  with  blogs  who   ‘  post  too  much  ooc  ‘.

   post  out  of  character  things.    tell  me  about  your  day.   did  something  shitty  happen  that  made  you  sad  or  upset  ?  vent  about  it.  did  something  killer  happen  that  made  you  ecstatic  and  incredibly  happy  ?   brag  about  it. 

  this  is  a  place  where  we  continuously  tell  people  it’s  okay  to  feel  what  we’re  feeling  and  yet  the  second  someone  seems  to  post  one  thing  too  much  ,  there  are  people  hiding  behind  greyfaces  telling  you  not  to  expression  yourself …    how  about  no.

  there  are  people  behind  these  muses   &  screens.  vent  ,   brag ,  post  an  icon  you  thought  was  funny  or  attractive.  tell  us  about  that  kitten  video  you  thought  was  hilarious ,   tell  us  about  how  someone  hurt  you ,  tell  us  you  have a  headache  ????    talk  to  us.    i  want  to  know  how  your  day  is  going  /  went.

  don’t  shame  someone  for  opening  up  or  sharing  what  they’re  feeling.  that’s  a  new  level  of  low  that  i’m  tired  of  seeing  good  people  suffer  from.

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i can’t believe what my two pure eyes had to fucking see

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vicioussuggestion:

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

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don’t call me out or anything but i dig his fc 

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hey, folks.

i feel like im making posts like this every other day, but yet another Thing TM has come up. my dog is starting to have urinary problems. she spots, and lately has been peeing around the house without warning, whereas she always used to whine and run to the door to indicate she had to go out. she isn’t super old – she’s around 9 or 10 – so i don’t think she should be having incontinence problems yet. sometimes when she pees, i’ve noticed brown murky substance – and occasionally blood.

i haven’t been able to take her to a vet because vet bills are outrageous, and i think just a consultation is around 80 dollars, not to mention she needs a new distemper shot that i dont have money for.

this is my dog, and i love her very much. she’s a miniature pinscher, she’s overweight – which i know is probably contributing to the problem – but she’s otherwise healthy, besides the problem i described above. i would be devastated if something happened to her. she’s the only reason i never killed myself in my teen years, and i don’t want her to suffer when she still has years to go.

if anyone can spare a few bucks i can save for a vet visit, i would be more than thankful. my dog is my everything.  if you cant, it’s okay, but i appreciate a reblog.

my paypal is hghars@aol.com. 

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I eat your desire while it is still bloody / & raw.

Ally Ang, from “Portrait of a Modern Woman,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)

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sparkingcoils.

These days, Frank frequented bars less to socialize, and more to be in a social atmosphere. Most of his drinking buddies were elsewhere, and he wasn’t the greatest at making friends. Not that he minded. Merc bars had a special brand of chaos that was never a question of if a fight would break out, but when. All he needed to do was pull up a chair in the back, and wait.

      Victor Creed was not an easy man to miss. Even if he didn’t have a distinct (and massive) silhouette, the mutant carried himself with a sense of confidence that made him hard to ignore. It had been a while since Frank had seen the other man; it was the nature of their occupations. And it wasn’t really a question whether or not he’d approach. As soon as Frank noticed Victor, he was out of his seat, and on the move.

      “Vic?” He grinned, as soon as he was within earshot, “S’been a while since I saw you around.”

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                                  MOST OF THESE DAYS Victor sat idyllically,    time spent at bars,    drinking,    smoking,    picking fights and strangers for pleasure,    anger and lust boiling in his veins and only accelerating their fury-ridden endothermy until Victor’s claws didn’t meet flesh,    canines digging into meat like a predator catching its PREY.

                     Cigarette resting between the sharp cat-like teeth,   fangs exposed in a smirk.     “ Long time no see,  ���    he muttered gleefully at the sight of his friend,     instinctively picking up his scent,    inhaling he mix of alcohol,    smoke,   perfume,    pheromones.        “ I could smell yer filthy ass across the street.    What brings y’here?  ”   HOPEFULLY MURDER,   REVENGE,   BLOOD LUST or anything of that kind. 

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         he’s an evil stinky furball and i Love him 

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I’LL   WAIT   FOR   YOU   :    UNTIL   THE   STARS   TURN   COLD      /     written   by   mads   &   moose.

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icb m.ax c.aulfield is an actual fucking angel 

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——— his own CROWN consumed his flesh & turned him into ash.

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‘     IF MAN WON’T KILL GOD,   THE DEVIL WILL DO IT.     ’

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