Im being a nerd about this book on my very serious blog. Hush it you all im allowed to have fun.
When they travel to the city, people are rude and pushy and Howie gets a little too tired of it so he just tells Jazz to hold him back and Jazz just
gently holds his wrist.
That’s him holding him back so he doesn’t hurt him.
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Howie: I will bleed all over you.
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Why doesn’t IHK exist as a tv show yet?
I swear to god.
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Boss, I have been possessed by a rat.
*grabs rat poision* not for long
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Boss, can I have a raise?
I'm the boss? yes you may get a raise<3
by 0.1 cents.
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Been busy as of late.
I need a distraction, how about you all talk for once? let's see how this goes.
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Been emotional as of late.
Thinking of not making good choices.
Made these to distract myself.
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''There is someone who really does care.''
Then why can't I find them?
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Will the book be about a real killer or not?
I Hunt Killers isn't about an actual killer but a son if a fictional one. Jasper dent is the son of William Cornelius Dent (usually referred to as Billy or Dear Old Dad) who killed up in the triple digits before finally being caught.
However more murders have been happening, almost identical to the original first murders.
(I'm obsessed, is it that obvious?)
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Machoism
Every time you speak it feels like a stab to the chest.
Every time I glance it feels like I'll never rest.
Your so funny, so sweet.
You lure me in like a moth.
Mindless and only set with one goal.
To feel warmth.
To feel alive.
To feel like I'm complete.
But as I reach your flame my wings burn, crashing me to the ground.
But every time I go back because I feel cold again.
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Jazz: I’m predestined for evil- it’s in my blood.
Also Jazz: *Is obsessed with not being evil to the point that it’s disordered*
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9/5/24 4:57PM-5:02PM
I quit therapy. Honestly I hate talking about my feelings, it's so much easier to type or write them out.
I don't like to speak about my issues, I always end up crying or choking up. That's why I like poems, writing, reading. Its so much better.
It feels better. It's like I'm free and I can get out what I want to say.
P.s I'm almost done with a book called ''I Hunt Killers'', its a 'killer' book. hehe
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Gorgeous poem. Visceral
Aww you make me blush<3
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Bite and Spit.
Grab my heart and bite it, see what lies inside.
But when you tear it open your met with maggots and flies.
The flies have no wings for their hopes and dreams are gone.
Why need to fly when your dreams have already been pawned.
The maggot slide down your throat, attaching to your insides.
for now you have your own parasite, waiting to eat your heart.
Maybe now you'll know how I feel, how it feels to be torn.
How it feels to no longer be in the skin you once worn.
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Holy shit normal shit for once?
Hello rosebuds, you guys hear me talk and complain all the time so i thought, why not just chat? feel free to send questions in the ask box(about the blog or in gen) and i'll respond to ones i seem fit.
<3 happy hanakua(hehe)
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