January 2012
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so uh
I just killed an ice wraith and got a dragon soul?
December 2011
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foldedpinup asked: I DON'T CARE. 4AM IS BEST TIME. Everything's funnier now. Especially Crosby. SHIT, THAT'S WHY THEY SHOW IT ON NICK AT NITE AT THIS TIME. MYSTERY SOLVED.
foldedpinup asked: OH HEY. I FINISHED THAT ONE THING I WROTE AND TALKED TO YOU ABOUT. It's somewhere on my blog because I decided not to give a fuck. Tagged as "my writing," so you can find it easier.
worldsfirstcoloredgrey asked: I had to go fucking look for your goddamn assbox because I wanted to talk to you and tell you I love you and now that I've fucking found the damn thing I'm like I love you.
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Totally planned on sleeping tonight.
then I found out about the heavymods tumblr.
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WARNING: very likely to be the worst thing on the...
Brian Valera: oh my god, Sam I
Brian Valera: okay
Brian Valera: hang on
Brian Valera: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVTXPUF4Oz4&ob=av2e pause this at the start
Brian Valera: http://mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=006290 open this, wait for it to load
Brian Valera: when it starts playing, mute and play the video
Brian Valera: you can refresh the homestuck page if you missed the chance to synch
Sam: fuck you fuck you fuck
Brian Valera: I
Brian Valera: can't believe how well it synchs
Brian Valera: this proves it
Brian Valera: Homestuck
Sam: fuck
Sam: the pendulum
Sam: i'm going to die
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Watchlibraryghost:
frozenjensenjizz:
irishpimpcrowbar:
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diegoxdisco:
I JUST FUCKING SHIT MYSELF, OH MY GOD, I AM CRYING.
OH MY FUCKINGAW34U8I5TNIGN52IUFN;LWIEJNIERWNJGJENF
THE PHONE DID NOTHING
JESUS
PLEASE DON’T DRAG ME INTO THIS
SEARCHING FOR A PLACE TO HIDE
SEND MY WIFE DIRECTIONS TO HELL
IS THIS MY FAULT
I CAN’T BREATHE ANYMORE WHY...
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I Played Skyrim all night from 11 pm to 7 am nonstop.
send help I can’t sleep
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My uncle got me Skyrim for Christmas
FUS. RO. FUCKING. DAH.
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So, uh.
foldedpinup:
Alexis wanted creepy anon messages, so I wrote her a story. And here it is.
“Our Convictions are Hills (From Which We Look)”
“I’ll love you, my crooked neighbor,” you had promised across the picket fence that had faded from the white of our childhood. “With all your crooked heart?” I asked in return, pausing in my task of burying your murdered father.
The police had come to take...
Anonymous asked: "I waited!" I say, cheeks red with either anger or resentment, I can no longer tell. You nod, opening your arms to encase me, "you did."
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Anonymous asked: I open and close my mouth, unable to form words. "So you sent me to prison?" I finally ask. You nod with a smile. "At least I'd know where you were," you tell me and suddenly I'm angry at your reasoning. "For twelve years you knew where I was!" I shout, uncaring that you're only a foot away. "You didn't visit or write me once!" I tell...
Anonymous asked: My fist reaches out to knock on your door, it opening to reveal you. You and your untouched, unsullied, unabashed image. "Why?" I ask, knowing I didn't need to elaborate. It wasn't about my family, or why you had upheld our deal. I wanted to know why you had sold me out. "Because," you answer, leaning against your doorway, "I didn't want you to run away and...
Anonymous asked: (prt idfk anymore) You fall out into the street just as a car swerves by. I think the driver was drunk... I think you're dead. I fall to my knees and weep. It's not long before he arrives. He carefully picks you up and cradles you. He looks over at me, and I look away. Even though I am not looking at him, I can feel him move beside me. He tells me he loves all those that will come to...
wittyurlname asked: Those were the three words. It was them.
Anonymous asked: (prt4) It's not long before your existence fills me with completely with hate. I want to kill you, but I know... oh I know if I do that will only put you into my loves arms all the faster. I wish I knew the secret to immortality, so I could curse you with it. You start to catch on to me, to my following you. You confront me, and we begin to fight. I call you nasty names, and you threaten me...
Anonymous asked: (prt3)My body trembled and I wept and I ran. He shouted something after me, but I didn't hear it. I tried to forget everything from that day. I tried to move on, tried to love someone or something else. Yet as I tried to erase him from my heart, I only grew to love him more. Why, why did you have to have his heart? His thoughts? Why are they not mine? I start to watch you, to follow you,...
Anonymous asked: (prt2) I frowned. Why her? And why not me? I asked him. He told me in a hushed tone that he had come to fall in love with you. He watched you for quite some time, and finally he'd be able to claim you for himself. I was taken aback... I loved death, more than anything in the world. I whispered to him softly at night, sung loudly to him during the day. he was the only thing I ever wanted, but...
Anonymous asked: (prt1)One crisp autumn afternoon death sat alone on a bench. He stared at me, and stared at me, and stared some more. I wondered if maybe, perhaps it was me he wanted. I didn't care, for I did not fear him. He was always welcome in my mind. I walked straight up to him and I asked him, I asked him if I was soon to die... all the while I tried to hide a grin. He laughed, and said no. Then...
Anonymous asked: To my horror I am no longer phased by the stench of death that permeates through the air at the top of the stairs. Stepping over the blood trails I go to my once room, seeing that you kindly left it untouched, leaving the bag of my belongings there. Hearing no flies, I figure it's only the soaked blood I smell. Disregarding it, I move back down to check if you'd buried them where we...
wittyurlname asked: "Skype. Now. FUQR."
Anonymous asked: It would be cruel, to be confined behind the glass. Although my heart would go out to you, my body is too fragile to attempt such a feat. If I could just embrace you, take you into my possession, if for the last time. I would whisper only three words to you. Just three small words. Words that are said to change the course of fate, time, and disaster.
Anonymous asked: . The days turned to weeks. Weeks of unending burden and sorrow. I could not shake the mental image that filled my eyes in every waking moment. Your dark hair haunted even my dreams with relentless cruelty. I trembled to even ponder the possibility of ever seeing you again. A bittersweet meeting for the two of us. One last moonlighting, although we would be separated by glass and only able to...
Anonymous asked: The trees of my house overhung in the afternoon breeze. Opening the front door I called out for my family, getting no alert for a change of address of some kind. The silence deafened as I crossed the threshold, trying for my mother and father a second time. No response echoed and I came to the dining room's table to find a bloodied knife and note in scrunched together writing....
Anonymous asked: I touch your soft lips. Then bring my hand to my own face to touch where mine should be... but there is only skin and teeth. I shiver. I am cold. Like I always am. I pull back the blankets, carefully, and you do not wake. Then I pull the sheet aside. You stir, but are soon snoring. I slid in and pull the bedding around us. I hold you. Your eyes flutter open, we both stare at each other. You...
Anonymous asked: I watch you, from the side of the bed, as you slumber. You look so happy, and warm. I watch you with these large black pits, that I call eyes, that lay embedded in stretch out pale skin. My black wiry hair moves with each ragged breath I take. You smell me, and crinkle your nose. I laugh a faint wispy laugh, then reach out with long thin fingers to caress your face. You murmur. You're such a...
Anonymous asked: After years I had forgotten what natural sunlight looked like, having grown used to the florescent hum and flickering, so I was forced to protect my eyes from the blazing pierce. "You're free to go," they had told me after I collected the belongings I had come there with. "That's it?" I asked, only getting a shrug in response and parole meeting schedule. So without...
Anonymous asked: I sit in my cell, now counting the days. I would have been out months ago, my my most recent roommate had tried to strangle me. Your image haunts about my psyche, even worse now that I'm in solitary and have my mind to myself and the silence. "One day," I say, looking over the etched in hatch marks with a remorseful shake of my head. I do still try to be hopeful that you'll...
thatdapperfuck asked: I can keep sending you more if you'd like also... because I am a creepy fuck.
thatdapperfuck asked: (prt 2) I stared at the strands of your hair, I played with them... even smelled them, but it was not enough! Why is it never enough! I took as much of you as I could! I took your lips! Your cute little nose! I even took your fingers, and held them in my hands! I took your skin, and made them my sheets! Oh, oh, but it was not enough! And now there is none of you left to take! So I sit here alone,...
Anonymous asked: (prt 1) Oh my lovely dear, what is it about you that captivates me so? Since I was first greeted with your visage, your image has plagued my soul! Oh those eyes, I had to have those eyes! So I took them for myself and placed them in a jar! But it wasn't the same... why wasn't it the same! Maybe it was not your eyes that I loved oh so much, perhaps it was your hair? So your hair I took,...
foldedpinup asked: I pleaded innocent, knowing they had enough evidence to put me away. I just needed to see you again at the trial, claiming to not know an ounce of the plan you yourself had laid for me. Perched upon the witness stand, prim and proper and unaffected by the cross examination. "That bitch is a liar!" I declared, vaulting over the table to enact my revenge, but the guard had reached his...
withkaterina asked: Tell this anon to write a book. I would read it.
Anonymous asked: The police had come to take me away, claiming their was a witness that recounted the sin. Which was odd, because we were the only two to now live on the street. "Who was it?" I demanded over my Miranda rights, struggling against the reinforced steel. They continued on, uncaring for my plight when I caught a glimpse of you, waving from your window.
Anonymous asked: Then let us snack away, until there's nothing left to eat and nothing left to wear. And all we'll have left is our bones, yellowed by the sun and air. Let us laugh and sing, our bones clattering. Until we become dust, and only our echos are left ring. Telling tales of the people who wore themselves to death.