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I'M BEING BULLIED BY SOMEONE I USED TO CALL A FRIEND.

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Me, on my knees before my boyfriends:

Will you commit arson with me? 🥺

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I can't believe I still remember my log in info. Anyways. Not dead. Still in the frozen north of Alaska. Still suffering with the trails of life and all the bullshit it keeps throwing at me. Also still causing problems for the general public. Why they let me go out unsupervised, I have no idea.

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I swear I'm a serious line cook. Also I had to move into a new apartment so that was stressful. Still alive though. Miss you guys.

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I haven't written anything because MY FUCKING LAPTOP is still dead to the world, but yet I still manage to get a hoard of bots that apparently don't realize I'm hella gay. Ladies put those fake titties away. Anyways look what I saw last night when I was smoking on my front porch.

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Heyo! So I broke my laptop screen and I don't know when I'll be able to pay for it to be fixed since it is a Mac. You know how greedy that company is. Anyways, here's a picture of my new haircut.

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@hebled​ gets a starter because they’re lovely

“ merry christmas, look what i got ya !  need a hint ?  it’s my sparkling personality. ” dean feels only slightly bad about showing up unannounced, but considering how long he’s been missing many of the people he’s become acquainted with probably assumed he was dead. that was something dean wouldn’t want to put on those he considered friends. besides, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s come back from the dead. he had a reputation to uphold ! “ c’mon, give me a hug. been a while since i got to see that pretty face of yours. ”

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                                          how are you ruined  ?

ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

tagged by the beautiful @hebled​

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   hunter,   alcoholic,   brother,   soldier ;
      you were raised with the song of bullet casings hitting the floor and grew into the sound of shot glasses hitting the table. childhood: learning how to hold the pencil right –– - how to hold the needle right. following the dots of the cursive letters only prepared you for following the curves while binding together the cuts on your body. morning conditionings, filled with the low hanging fog that stuck to your skin, morning dew sparkling and lighting the way as you sprint for a mile.

   you only have a minute left      only a minute. time to grab water, steel your nerves, and keep yourself from never coming back. only a minute before you start running again ( feet slamming against the pavement, vaulting across the forest floor, flowing over open fields …   a regular fucking globe trotter ) just to see how much  f u r t h e r  you could go.

   and you’ll never stop running.
      there was no minute break in your life. not when you died and endured for thirty years, getting that saccharine taste of   r e v e n g e   for ten –– -  a chance to lash out for everything the world has denied you. there was no break when you proved the heavenly host wrong for thinking you’d be their puppet, only learning that even in the future   you’re   not   the   man   you   wanted   to   be.

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“ i heard drei died.    sometimes, i can still hear their voice. ”

Me:

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I swear I’m still alive. Just have a broken laptop. 😭

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 just  another  routine  mission.     why  do  they  always  say  that  before  a  mission  ?     of course  it’s  routine   …   you  haven’t  done  anything   yet.     it’s  everything  that  happens  along  the  way  ,   the  choices  you  make   ,   the  paths  you  choose   —   that  turn  the  routine  …  into  anything  but.  of  course  …   that’s  how  it  started.     a  routine  mission   —   answering  a  distress  call.     and  look  where  that  got  me.

+   mutually  exclusive  john  shepard.  established  2020.  written  by  elijah.  28.  he  /  him.

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❝  My supernatural gifts… gifts from the Outsider, a figure out of legend. Useful, yes… but they come at a cost – - the knowledge that I am no longer entirely human…  ❞

Independent 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐨 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 roleplay blog from Bethesda’s Dishonored && Dishonored 2 with influence from Dishonored novelisations && comics ∣ includes modern AU verses ∣ OC, AU, multi-muse && very crossover friendly ( mainly low chaos / stealth / nonlethal based )

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Ecstasy of Saint Theresa. I love Bernini and also hate them at the same time after attempting this pencil sketch. Why is #art so hard. Maybe I’ll grab a Bellini later. It’s close enough to the same name, right?
https://www.instagram.com/p/CWUrD59l7ue/?utm_medium=tumblr

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I did some art to help distract myself from my crippling depression.