#sanityorinsanity

[unknowntheartist]

Remnants of a night out #sanityorinsanity #moremoneythanihadgoingout #whousesthatmanylipproductsonanightout #bagbrokewhatelseisnew #safetypinsforjazzstraps #hungthefover

[stonem-anthonys]

sanityor-insanity replied to your post: Farewell

we havent talked in 5ever but just so u know ily 5ever and i’ll miss you ;w;

SORRRY :(((((( I might come back or something but aim me: aryastarks or kik me: ehmaria

[gravely-everett-archive-blog]

sanityor-insanity started following you

alone--and--together started following you

assorted-souls started following you

"The shop's closed." Gee, Ev. Try to show a little more enthusiasm, yeah? You're going to scare off business with that blank stare and blanker tone of voice. He tries for an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry. Is this important?"

[thebestagirlcouldbe-blog]

      { sanityor-insanity

"Well, how do you do?"

[neworderx]

The harvest.

Summer had arrived and largely passed, slipping near the beginning of fall. The heat had been kind this season, for the most part. David spent most of his time inside as usual - Vitamin D be damned. Sunshine wasn't necessary in his eyes. The doctors had deemed him Vitamin D deficient. All he had to do was take a capsule once weekly for the next year and he'd be fine. So off he went, pale skin and all to the north. He managed to have Eva tag along for a birthday celebration, one that he hoped she would enjoy. The plane ride from California to Minnesota lasted longer than the seven hours, but he attributed this to the fact that he was awake the entire time, eyes glued to the window with ear buds placed securely in his ears with music flowing cyclically.

Once they arrived at Harvest Festival and parked the rental car, David hauled the tent into the circular path placed neatly in the forest. People were everywhere, prancing about like forest nymphs with painted faces and masses of flesh. Some of them seemed to try too hard - is it really necessary to wear that much glitter? A grin curled onto his lips as he recognized acid eyes passing beside them. Finally he turned his attention to finding a proper spot, placing their belongings in a patch of open grass in the field. It didn't take him long to piece the tent together and throw his bag inside. David wasn't quite sure of the time. He had left his phone in the car. Time wasn't necessary here, and it wasn't as if he would be receiving any calls. Glancing upward at the sun, he guessed it was around 4 in the afternoon. "You want to check out the stage and see who's playing?" he asked, shrugging. "It's up to you, really. There's all kinds of things to do here." Gazing toward the forest beside them, he peered slightly as if he were trying to see beyond the great pine. "Miles and miles of forests to explore - hiking trails. We could go swimming in the lake. And of course, there are several drugs to be found." He could always pick out the dealers. They were always appeared as straight-laced average joes, typically people who wore glasses.

[thisisfatherspeaking]

sanityor-insanity came searching for answers

"Good evening."

[devilishgarza-blog]

+3 fuck-ups

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sanityor-insanity

When he noticed someone lurking near the corner he stood alone on, he turned with crossed arms. "Aye, if you're selling, I ain't buying--" the boy hissed, before he noticed it was a girl he was being so openly rude to. "Uh, I'm... sorry..." he trailed off, dark eyes dancing away.

[nolanwhite-blog]

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Nolan moved into the attic, holding a few boxes. His mom was making him out the out of season things into storage. As he set down the boxes, a small red ball rolled towards him. He picked it up and moved towards the area it came from. That when he saw it, a disfigured creature in the corner. He jumped and had to hold himself back from calling out. As he turned to run out, he ran into another person. Disbelieving he looked at the more normal looking intruder. "Jesus, how many people are in this house?" He tried to relax his breath, still frightened by whatever it was hiding in the corner.

[luxbeata]

sanityor-insanity replied to your post: YOU’RE IT! Rules are: copy and paste this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful :D

i’m actually not in costa rica anymore, i got back a few hours ago. but it was awesome :)

OH MY GOSH. I'M GLAD YOU'RE BACK MAN. I'M IN A VACATION TOO AS WELL. I'LL POST SOME PICTURES OF BEACH. I WILL STILL GO BACK TO THE BEACH TOMORROW THOUGH!

[brothertoarial-blog]

+sanityor-insanity

 ⊰♠⊱   Ah how wonderful, Azazel was always rather fond of the insane. Their souls seemed more exotic, they put up more of a fight, and the rewards were bitter, but satisfying. He almost prefered them to the elderly. almost. But he did enjoy the fact he could toy so easily with the insane. appearing right behind them, spooking them, forcing them to do things by suggesting he wasn't real. Easy enough to convince someone, when you can seemingly dissappear in the blink of an eye. And so here we was, standing silently behind the young girl, not making one single sound until he bent to whisper in her ear. "I've come for you Eva"

[ascendencyandarchetypes-blog]

+sanityor-insanity

Oh, there was turbulence here, and great passion in it, and the lacing smell of Thorazine and disenchantment.  What she was was a bit harder to place, at least so early on, and at least with such an overwhelming first impression.  She had tired eyes and a harried aura and the distinct guilt, recognized only by those who shared it, of being somewhere she oughtn't. 

What an excellent opportunity to say hello.

"Can I help you, miss?"

[theirlosthope-archive]

+sanityor-insanity

Her face morphs from suspicion, to confusion, to newfound joy. Cocking her head to the side, she knits her eyebrows, a smile slowly but surely growing on her face. Evangeline’s expression lightens, completely tossing her previous caution out the window. 

Amory looked at her and smiled, "Hello. Why don't you come and sit.." He patted the sand beside him, "It has been a while, yes?" He loved this part. The part where he just got to mess with a person to the point of insanity. He loved to see a person go mad.

[thefoxcamefirst]

+sanityor-insanity

"Oh- Afternoon miss."

[neworderx]

Paint the city in red.

The voice had been silent for weeks, forcing David to feel anxious about killing. He never thought it would become an issue for him, but suddenly he was realizing that he had become addicted. Now killing was like a need. He needed to do it in order to keep focus on everything else in his life. The man hadn't even painted for the last week, possibly the longest stretch in his entire life. His desires had disappeared along with his inspiration. The only way he would feel renewed was to have blood on his hands and a lifeless body added to the count. The strange thing was that he wasn't even giving this urge a second thought. At this point, it felt so comfortable to him - known in his bones. He became absorbed in the work.  As David sat at the dining room table, enjoying a hot cup of clove tea, he could hear the soft whispers of a voice. It started out being barely audible until he realized it was the voice, which he had finally named "Seven." Seven gave him a name - Carl Thomas. Immediately, David nearly lept from his chair and rushed upstairs to his studio. Taking a seat on the couch, he opened his laptop and searched the man's name. Apparently he had been in court years previously for the rapes and murders of eleven children. By some idiotic mistake on the part of the LAPD involving tampering of evidence, he had been released. "I've got you, fucker," David muttered. Already he could feel excitement brewing inside him. It was like an adrenaline rush; he could feel it pumping through is veins. New life made him spring up and begin preparing for his newest target, and perhaps it would lend him a shred of inspiration to make a new painting. Once night fell, David had the address memorized and left his house, a knife hidden inside the sleeve of his coat. He also enjoyed using guns, but he didn't have a silencer quite yet. Besides, knives were more personal. His hands were gloved to keep his prints hidden, a move - among many others - that he had picked up on by reading books on true crime. After taking a cab to the other side of the city, he walked a distance before reaching the house. It was a tiny home - one that the man shared alone. Even from the outside it looked unkempt and dirty. He moved to the back of the house, opening the swinging door and testing the handle to the main door. It opened with ease, and he carefully stepped inside, making sure to close the door without making noise. He moved silently like a shadow, peering through the darkness as he stepped deeper inside. After surveying the first floor, he moved up the stairs, mentally cursing himself when one stair creaked slightly with his weight.  Upon reaching the top of the second floor, he saw light flooding in through the crack underneath a door. David removed the blade from his coat and held it tightly before carefully pushing the door open and stepping inside. Blue eyes snapped wide open at the sight before him. The fat old man was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, mouth open with his eyes rolled back slightly. A line of blood had dripped down the side of his mouth like a river to join the flood beneath him. David moved his gaze to stare at the girl there, and suddenly he couldn't even find the words to ask who she was and what she had done. His hand began to shake, the knife moving along with it.

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

averageoccult started following you speedyarrows started following you mundiprimus started following you sanityor-insanity started following you

[All of the boring people look interesting this time. She can practically feel the headache and nobody's spoken.]

Okay, okay, okay--

How is a raven like a writing desk?

[thefallen-angels-blog]

sanityor-insanity started following you

"Hi!" Crystal waved, flashing the woman a smile. "Who are you, beauty?"