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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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" Anyone who hurts Ram will be fucking destroyed. "
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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             oh i hope some day i’ll make it out of here.  even if it takes all night or a hundred years.  need a place to hide, but i can’t find one near.  wanna feel alive, outside i can fight my fears.  isn’t it lovely all alone ?  heart made of glass, my mind of stone.  tear me to pieces, skin to bone.  hello  ——  WELCOME HOME.  /  penned by nana.
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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imagine having a sleep paralysis demon that won’t shut the fuck up
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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 “ Quite an overrated view of humanity, if I do say so myself. Do not shift the blame to the entirety of the species just because a few, possibly 0.00005% of them, did something to provoked your ire. Let me elaborate so you can understand it easily, you and your relatives are nothing more than wasteful, pointless dots on a sheet of paper waiting to be erased. You think you are so special? We are all one and the same, just ellipses on a poem that never stops; waiting to be hushed away by the cruel, cold hands and grasp of time. Quit sobbing, stop complaining and start a course of action that is noteworthy for a change. Idiot. “
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“Humanity is worthless. If not for them, I would still be with a family…They’re long gone now..“
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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 “ How perceptive. You deserve an ovation- a clap and a half, more like it. “ He slowly turned around, the boy clapped once before stopping midway through the second one just before both of his hands collided.  
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 Bedman grinned, meekly yet cheekily. “ I believe you are offering to give me your thanks, which, to that, I accept wholeheartedly. But enough about me, my death and my imprisonment(?) to my delightful little theater, how about you? What have you experienced, I wonder? “     
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     “Ah. Bedman…”
     Ramlethal never did get the chance to thank him properly for introducing her to the concept of emotions. if not for him, she might not be where she is now… maybe… now she can get her chance.
     But what would she even say to him? She didn’t even know where to start.
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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 You are staring, with stupefied comprehension, a promo to an indie rp blog for yours truly- ahem, Bedman from the Guilty Gear series of fighting games, ahem. I loathe long banter so I will make this reasonably s h o r t.
 It is quite evident, obvious even, that the whole point of the Tumblr website is to pass information by the usage of reblogging as well as liking posts. Oral communication, by form of word of mouth or viva voce, can be synonymous to it. Social interaction is important after all, more important than breathing for somebody else’s in fact. Actually, take that last bit with a grain of salt, I dislike pointless interactions to other people myself; such is the burden of an intellectual. Are you getting me? Exactly. That’s how talking to each other works, you dolt- you nincompoop.
 Again, for the last time, it would make me happy if you like or reblog this post if you’re interested in long-winded monologues concocted by me.   
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theatreofdreams · 4 years
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