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As much as I want him to, my Dad is never coming back, and I thought I couldn’t live without him, but now I know I can. I think that would make my Dad proud, which is all I ever wanted.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Recently I've followed a number of Skyrim / Elder Scrolls rp based blogs. It's largely because (har har) I may be inclined to create a tumblr for my Nerevarine muse (yes, very original). I'm still rather indecisive, so in the meantime, I suppose I'll just watch. 

If I do bring my Nerevarine here, would anyone play Vivec? (It's not like I ship them or anything...)

P.S. I suck with dark elf names.

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I haven't been on a date since fuck knows when. I'm a little nervous.

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     i used to dream, 

     but then,

     one by one,

     slowly,  

     they began to turn into 

     nightmares, 

     so I stopped. 

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Lost in Translation.

You’ll feel it, I know, the raging bitterness that’s soaking at the bones. I am a storm with no end in sight—never goodbye—that’s what I promised. And amongst the rubble that I’ll allow you to make me, know this—there is nothing either of us can do to purge this all away. Wouldn’t want it, either, ever.

Until there is no air left within these lungs—I’ll fight.

It’s just all part of the story, boy. Our story. So before you believe the harshness of that demon’s chatter, turn the page. Realize how many chapters we have left. And for fuck’s sake do not doubt, for God’s sake, never doubt.

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Dear...

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

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Curtain closed. So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

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You know the best thing about necrophilia? You don’t have to bring flowers. Usually they’re already there.

George Carlin (via curbstompacop)

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The Fox's Siren.

I want your love to be my noose. To swiftly wrap across my neck and yank, and pull.

I want it to be my crossfire—my willing testament—that every bullet was a sentiment I never wished to say. Never had the courage to express. I want your ugly to be my vanity, to strip me bone dry and toss me out to the ravenous; the dangerous. To the deviously insane, the monsters that haunt our brains with the never-ending backfire that we are the hideous. The lost. The unworthy. I want to be devoured, left to rot and feel that exquisite ache of what it means to love you.

But most of all…

I want to be the ending to your story—ours—no matter what the in between entails.

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