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[sans-the-skeleton-official]

Do you think bojack horseman had a horse cock or a human cock

[morphestic]

Sugawara Koushi is the type of guy who could convince me to drop everything and go live with him in a hut at some very remote countryside that not even Google Maps has heard of.

[sweet-mouring-lamb]

My feelings are biblical, strong and scary.

Hard to believe in.

Every part of my own self has been invaded with them.

I worry they aren't real

Like a god I cannot see.

Like a god, I can not prove.

[marshmellody]

it is simply not enough for me to be your phone’s wallpaper. I want you to carry a photo of me in your wallet .

[forever-nowhere]

I often feel that I am a deeply lonely person, that was how I was formed, with an ache between my ribbs that will never fill.

[forbiddenrenletters]

all words come from somewhere

[earlyeveningskylight]

what remains hidden

every now and again I get flashes and glimpses of what lies beneath me - dormant, dark and pained.

a monster - no, not a monster. a person. a woman. or what should be, covered in scars, dirt, bruises, cuts, scrapes and open wounds; crouched low on the ground and hugging her knees - beyond recognizable.

her head is bent over, long hair covering every inch of her face. she sits there, alone in the dark, crying. sometimes they're soft cries, barely audible. other times, they are wails that threaten to break down and crumble the walls of her prison.

she sits in there, locked away for good reason. she's a mess. she looks terrible. she's always sad and pained. she's too much, too burdensome.

so I keep her there. locked away and hidden from the public, and from myself. because facing her is too much. she's too much. I don't know how to help her. I can't.

she is me. I am her. how do I help myself?

maybe I can't… maybe that's the point…

sometimes the solution to broken things isn't to put it back exactly the way it was. the way it was didn't work - that's why it broke.

no, maybe the solution is to take the broken and make it into something new. something better.

but I can't do that by myself. I don't know how to help myself. I've never known how.

I can't even begin by facing her; facing myself. because she scares me. she is everything I hate, everything I've tried to escape and ignore for years. all the signs, the warnings, the calls, all of it. all of it. Just stop all of it.

it hurts too much. we're both hurting too much.

[ssnow-white]

I want poppy flowers on my grave

I want my ashes mixed cut with heroin

And you can light it up on foil

And feel my love happiness and pain

Or inhale it to your lungs

Or inject it to your veins

If i cant give you my love now

You can feel it then

Just be careful please

because since i can remember

Love for me has always been

mixed and cut with pain

[gwenypoo6]

I just know Bill Clinton would’ve made an excellent First Gentleman

I mean he would’ve rocked that shit, sax solos every night

[dont-end-infinity]

I am a God, and you are nothing but my plaything. I created you. Every fiber of your being was once a bit of my soul, now something that I’ve crafted and weaved to perfect you. You’re as you’re meant to be - you’re as I wanted you. You’re barely noticeable, barely ever perceived. A small, pathetic little inkling of what a human can be. You’re as I need you. I crafted you to be this way. When you bow before me, I do not want to see you tremble in fear. Greet me as your creator, and remember; I can destroy you as fast as you can blink. I can tear your life to pieces like you’re a piece of soaked paper.

Remember.

I am your God. And no matter how hard you try,

You cannot defeat me.

[sans-the-skeleton-official]

*To the tune of twin size mattress*

With tears in my eyes I begged you for link

You said hey man I would but the fic has piss kink

[sweet-mouring-lamb]

And that child in my body , screams and shouts words I do not understand.

Things that aren't in a language.

Undesirable and Undescribeable.

I tell her to linger in the feeling,

To sit and feel the words.

And then to dilute them down into something that means nothing.

So then I myself am able to say them.

[iknowitscorny]

How relieved am I to learn that deep down even when I'm out of my head I am a romantic to the core. Romanticize the night sky, apples spilled across a threshold because someone tripped, long to share a sunset with someone else just to say you saw it together, a fox crossing a snowy field alone in the grey dusk, the exquisite, vibrant, vital, vivifying feeling of a heart freshly broken, the deafening silence of Alone after being together for so long

[hell-litwrites]

"You- You are a monster"

I hated the tremble in your voice,

"I'm not a monster,

I'm just a soldier".

.

"I've bled for too long,

To scrub off the red,

You never knew when I bled,

And the red scares you".

.

You were scared of me,

And so was I.

[recorder-dude]

In 616 Quill is from Minnesota or Colorado Or whatevr because he’s midwest emo but in MCU he could convincingly be from Florida

^^Thats why he adjusted as easily-ish as he did, Yondu was just a Florida man

Like, he increasingly becomes Florida 80’s the more I think about it. Meredith works a part-time @ a diner in my head

[elisabeth-expired]

sallow skin

lattice of scars

bitten-through heart

murky eyes

quivering chin