OK SO , i will be revamping this blog, it’ll be under the same url.
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i will never understand people who get upset with blogs who ‘ post too much ooc ‘.
post out of character things. tell me about your day. did something shitty happen that made you sad or upset ? vent about it. did something killer happen that made you ecstatic and incredibly happy ? brag about it.
this is a place where we continuously tell people it’s okay to feel what we’re feeling and yet the second someone seems to post one thing too much , there are people hiding behind greyfaces telling you not to expression yourself … how about no.
there are people behind these muses & screens. vent , brag , post an icon you thought was funny or attractive. tell us about that kitten video you thought was hilarious , tell us about how someone hurt you , tell us you have a headache ???? talk to us. i want to know how your day is going / went.
don’t shame someone for opening up or sharing what they’re feeling. that’s a new level of low that i’m tired of seeing good people suffer from.
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vicioussuggestion:
am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no
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don’t call me out or anything but i dig his fc
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hey, folks.
i feel like im making posts like this every other day, but yet another Thing TM has come up. my dog is starting to have urinary problems. she spots, and lately has been peeing around the house without warning, whereas she always used to whine and run to the door to indicate she had to go out. she isn’t super old – she’s around 9 or 10 – so i don’t think she should be having incontinence problems yet. sometimes when she pees, i’ve noticed brown murky substance – and occasionally blood.
i haven’t been able to take her to a vet because vet bills are outrageous, and i think just a consultation is around 80 dollars, not to mention she needs a new distemper shot that i dont have money for.
this is my dog, and i love her very much. she’s a miniature pinscher, she’s overweight – which i know is probably contributing to the problem – but she’s otherwise healthy, besides the problem i described above. i would be devastated if something happened to her. she’s the only reason i never killed myself in my teen years, and i don’t want her to suffer when she still has years to go.
if anyone can spare a few bucks i can save for a vet visit, i would be more than thankful. my dog is my everything. if you cant, it’s okay, but i appreciate a reblog.
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I eat your desire while it is still bloody / & raw.
Ally Ang, from “Portrait of a Modern Woman,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)
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sparkingcoils.
These days, Frank frequented bars less to socialize, and more to be in a social atmosphere. Most of his drinking buddies were elsewhere, and he wasn’t the greatest at making friends. Not that he minded. Merc bars had a special brand of chaos that was never a question of if a fight would break out, but when. All he needed to do was pull up a chair in the back, and wait.
Victor Creed was not an easy man to miss. Even if he didn’t have a distinct (and massive) silhouette, the mutant carried himself with a sense of confidence that made him hard to ignore. It had been a while since Frank had seen the other man; it was the nature of their occupations. And it wasn’t really a question whether or not he’d approach. As soon as Frank noticed Victor, he was out of his seat, and on the move.
“Vic?” He grinned, as soon as he was within earshot, “S’been a while since I saw you around.”
// @centonis
MOST OF THESE DAYS Victor sat idyllically, time spent at bars, drinking, smoking, picking fights and strangers for pleasure, anger and lust boiling in his veins and only accelerating their fury-ridden endothermy until Victor’s claws didn’t meet flesh, canines digging into meat like a predator catching its PREY.
Cigarette resting between the sharp cat-like teeth, fangs exposed in a smirk. “ Long time no see, ” he muttered gleefully at the sight of his friend, instinctively picking up his scent, inhaling he mix of alcohol, smoke, perfume, ��pheromones. “ I could smell yer filthy ass across the street. What brings y’here? ” HOPEFULLY MURDER, REVENGE, BLOOD LUST or anything of that kind.
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I’LL WAIT FOR YOU : UNTIL THE STARS TURN COLD / written by mads & moose.
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‘ IF MAN WON’T KILL GOD, THE DEVIL WILL DO IT. ’
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