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Its about 8 feet tall.” (Source) “HELLO NEIGHBOR STEVE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO BARBEQUE ON THE EVE OF THE BLOOD MOON.  I FEEL WE GOT OFF TO A BAD START.” “NEIGHBOR STEVE, DO YOU NOT WISH TO PARTAKE OF THE UNCLEAN FLESH-MEATS OF PIGS AND THE POLLUTED ESSENCES OF TOMATO?  PERHAPS YOU ARE A CAROLINA STYLE MAN, NEIGHBOR STEVE?” “PUT THE GUN AWAY NEIGHBOR STEVE, YOU KNOW I SHALL ONLY RISE AGAIN WITH THE DAWNING OF THE MOON.  WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS MANY TIMES.” “LOOK AT THIS PICTURE MY SON DREW OF YOU AND CHILD TIMMY, YOUR SON.  ARE THEY NOT THE PICTURE OF PACT-MATES?  THIS COULD BE YOU AND ME, NEIGHBOR STEVE.” “YOU MISSED THE UNHOLY NEXUS OF POWER THAT IS THE KEY TO MY CORPOREAL FORM, NEIGHBOR STEVE.  YOU WILL NEED TO RELOAD NOW, SO I WILL GO INSIDE TO MY HELL-WIFE AND PUT YOU DOWN AS A SOLID ‘MAYBE’.“ I have the feeling that the families get along great except for Steve. Like, the wives are baking (questionable) brownies together, the kids are playing together, Antler Guy occasionally takes Son and Timmy to school (no car, just carries them in huge swinging strides through a nexus of ungoldly sights in a swirling netherworld shortcut. Sometimes they stop for McDonalds). Hell-wife gave them a potted Audrey Jr., Steve’s wife (who I now christen Sharon) gave them a begonia. One time Steve tries throwing holy water but all Antler Guy does is thank him, saying that no, Antler Guy isn’t Catholic but it’s the thought that counts, he is so kind to water his creeping deathshade vines regardless. For Christmas Antler Guy gives Steve a case of ammunition. To be funny/sarcastically mean Steve gets Antler Guy the world’s most hideous Christmas sweater, singing light-up reindeer included. He immediately regrets it because not only does Antler Guy love it and wears it for several months, it will never need batteries because Antler Guy powers it with his own eldritch aura. When they come back from a holiday to Hawaii, Steve is horrified to find out Sharon bought them matching Hawaiian shirts. He is even more horrified that his wife means it that if he doesn’t wear it he will forever sleep on the couch. I want to expand on this, since I see it’s still passing around and the ideas have grown in my brainmeats. What drives Steve up the wall and down the other side is how… normal… everyone treats the Abominations. (Yes, that is their last name. No, it is not a joke. Son was asked his last name for the standardized testing at school, had a quick conference with Timmy, and decided that Son Abomination sounded good, “Since my dad calls your dad the Abomination anyway and we can paint it on your mailbox just like the Henderson’s did theirs!”. Antler Guy agreed and did a lovely rendition of it for the mailbox, with only a few glyphs of soul-rending terror added to keep up to snuff.) The Great Plant Exchange went beautifully, though the Audrey Jr. (named Aubergine for the lovely shade of purple poison that drips from her fangs) is on a diet at the moment. She was in cahoots with the cat and the dog to get into the good people food and ate two frozen turkeys all herself. Now she’s restricted to the hallway table to answer the phone and the door. (Steve actually likes her, and keeps slipping her hotdogs when Sharon isn’t looking. Their door-to-door salesman rates have dropped dramatically since she changed abodes.) Hell-wife has almost gotten the begonia to bloom and say it’s first words. The homeowner’s association just loves the Abominations. All paperwork stamped and dotted, in on time and in triplicate. Antler Guy likes filing, says it reminds him of his old job. There is a resident who spent 20 years as a lawyer and they have long, animated conversations about all sorts of things that make Steve swear to never need legal counsel. Hell-wife joined the PTA and spearheaded a committee to fundraise in the fall with a haunted house. It was a county-wide hit, though the claims that a particularly rowdy group had been deliberately lost in a timeslip to the Outer Doors Of Chaos was firmly rebuffed. Most young people nowadays, it was agreed, just couldn’t appreciate flute music. Antler Guy really does try to connect with Steve. The surprise birthday party was perhaps a bit much, given that most participants do not have the ability to suddenly materialize in front of the guest of honor to give them a hug. Sharon assured them that Steve normally screams on his birthday, and the remains of the cake were heartily enjoyed by all. (A plate was saved for Steve once he came down from the treehouse.) After the Hawaii trip (which was a present for his birthday) and the Matching Shirt Ultimatum (which was Sharon’s attempt at patching things up with Antler Guy, he really was sad about the birthday screaming), Steve finally grabs his courage in both hands (plus the shotgun, which let’s face it is about as useful as a teddybear at the moment but it does comfort him) and confronts Antler Guy, about why such a group of……Abominations could possibly come to his quiet slice of suburban bliss. “……BUT NEIGHBOR STEVE, WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE.” “No no no, I read it in a book! Don’t you have to be invited or something?!” “WELL YES, TO THE HUMAN WORLD. BUT THIS IS NOT THE HUMAN WORLD AS YOUR THREE-DIMENSIONAL BRAIN PERCEIVES IT.” “What the hell does that mean?!!” “DID YOU NOT KNOW, NEIGHBOR STEVE? LEGALLY SPEAKING, ALL OF THE VASTNESS OF HUMAN SUBURBIA IS, IN FACT, A PART OF HELL.” “……..” “THE FLAMINGOES ARE THE BOUNDARY MARKERS. IT WAS DECIDED THAT THE FLAMING SKULLS WERE TOO KITSCHY FOR MODERN TIMES.” Reblogging cause I kind of want more of this…. Since you asked nicely ^_^ Antler Guy, as one may have noticed, is a calm sort of fellow. In the face of human atrocities he displays a curious Zen sort of state of mind. Timmy asks Son if he’d ever seen his dad angry, and Son hasn’t. (When asked, Timmy says that yeah his dad gets mad, but it’s like the Fitz-Simmon’s chihuahua down the street- mostly high-pitched noise and occasionally TV remote chewing. Sharon replaces the poor thing every 3 months or so.) When pressed (gently, at the monthly book club, and with many cups of tea and at least one daiquiri), Hellwife admits that this comes from serving many years at his old job. After the revelation of the nature of his neighborhood, Steve has not been overtly mean to Antler Guy. Not yet in the realm of friends, but vastly better than before. No more holy water, no more shotgun blasts. (Still the occasional jumpscare, but Antler Guy really can’t help that part.) They even occasionally share news over the fence as Antler Guy trains the creeping deathshade vines in proper oral hygiene, and Steve waters his lawn (and occasionally slips a goldfish cracker to a deathshade vine that looks particularly adorable. Aubergine has trained him well.) Which is how Antler Guy learns about the peeping tom that’s been plaguing the adjacent streets. Apparently the pervert has been getting bolder, and rattling doors. He almost broke into one apartment, whose occupants were a single mother and her daughter, Mildred. Millie, a shy girl who is a great horror fan and firm friends with Timmy and Son, had missed school because of it. Steve knew because Sharon had told him, on her way to deliver a tuna casserole and a double batch of brownies to the pair. (Sharon has been dubbed the unoffical mob boss of the Mother’s Mafia. She is quite pleased with this title.) He tells her to wait, confers briefly with Aubergine, and sends her along with, “Only as a loan, you know, but Auby wants to stretch her roots and she’d probably like getting all ribboned and curled anyway. Little girls still do that, right?” She has strict orders to bite anyone that makes Millie or her mother cry. (Steve is dubbed the official neighborhood marshmallow for this. The bookclub buys him a jar of marshmallow fluff in commemoration.) He turns to look at Antler Guy, and freezes, much as a chihuahua will when faced with a hungry hellhound. “You….you alright there buddy?” “Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “ “Uh, yeah, I guess not. Did you, uh, know you’re kinda fuzzing at the edges, there?” “Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “ “Right. Um. Well.” Steven makes a very ungraceful exit when space starts bending around Antler Guy’s still, unmoving form. When Steve sees a shadowy form in his back yard when he gets up to pee that night, there’s no hesitation. He grabs the shotgun from the cabinet and peeks out the back door window. Just in time to see a nebulous form of soul-wrenching terror engulf the man reaching for the door handle. A sliver of moonlight reveals a very familiar eyesocket. After a moment (and a sincere prayer of thanks that he had already peed, cause otherwise he’d have done it then and there) Steve opens the door. The nebulous form freezes, reality bending around the edges. “Nice night for it, huh?” “…..Y̮̮͍͔͇͙͙̟̐͌͛̓̏͞͡Eͩͭͮ̓̍ͯ̀ͧ͏̵̴̛̺̠̱͕̕ͅS͈̹̮̟̳̪̩̘͍̤̲̻͈̱̳̽̋́ͩ̃͋̎ͩ̈͆̀͘͢͢͟ͅ.̧̢͈̭̝̥̦͚͍̇ͫ̃̓͆̿̇ͪ͊ͧ̃͛͌͜͢ “ “Guy won’t scare anymore litttle girls, will he?” “Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “ “Good. G’night then. Oh, and if Hellwife has an extra Audrey Jr. that needs a home, let me know. Millie likes Aubergine a lot but Augy’s just too big for the apartment. Dunno if they come in miniatures though.” “ I̴̛̟̭͉̮̜̩̬̮̣̘̰͚̩͙̟̳͔̜̙͑̂̆̆͗͒̀ ͖̖̰͉̥͖͔̙̤̺͍̳͈̹͙̣̞̇̇ͤ͒̅̈́͆̽ͧ́̚̚̕͘W̶̶̱͈̞͖̼̟̣̮̌͂͒̈́͑͌͒͋̍ͮ͗̈ͣ̓ͤ͘͟I̴̶̞̥̩͇̔ͩͦ̇̉̾ͣͬ̀̀̒͒ͧ͛͌͛͆̚͘͢ͅͅL̠̟͕̠̟̪̰̻ͯ͂͊ͥ̍̏͋̐ͬ̉̆̈̀͠L̸̞̭͔̮ͦ͑̉ͮͩ́ͬͨͣ͘͜.̴͈͎̮͇͓͖̱̻̣͊͊ͤͩ͊̑͗͞ ̸̡̩̖̞̩̻̩̪̭͙̳͚͇̟̺͖̑͊ͫ̀͆ͨ̉̔̓̂̓̋T̷̷̟͉̟̻̻̪̞̰̯̻͈̣̰̬̻̾͐́ͭ̓̅́͡H͇̬̪̩̬̝̣͍͈͇ͯ͛̏͌ͮͧͭͦ͟͜A̴̴̤͕͈̤̮̞̱̯͔͕̙͔͖̰̬̰͈̠ͥ̏ͥ̍̽ͧ̀͝N͗̓͋̃̈̑̀̅ͣ̽̒̂̄ͯͩͤ͏̢͢͏͈̯͎̪͇̟̠͔̯͓͓̰̠̱̠̳͕̳͝K̢̓ͧ͛͛ͣ̄̓̓ͯ̍̈̈́̌͂̔͟҉̛̘̥̖̤̦̻̳͙͟ ̢̢̻̥̹̣̞͉̘͇͚͍̖̯̘͚͔̗̩͓͐ͮ͂͂̀̚͘͠Y̜̞͇̳̗̬͎̰̙̜̩̪͎̞̙̠̔͂̌̃́̀O͇̺̲͙͍̬̳̘͈̱̜̝͔̖̊ͥ̿ͫͤͫͫͩ͋̓̃ͦ̈̄͢͟Ū̢͖̲̦̠̤͎̙͉̦͖̖͓͍̺̺ͪͯ͐͆͆ͭͯ͗ͦ̄̅̌̈̃̾ͭ̋ͧ͢͢͠͡.̶̸̞͓̞̹̗̻̣͈͕̠̬̦ͫ̆ͤͬͨͦ͒͂ͨ̿ͩͪ͘͞.ͧ͛̒̂̂͗ͨ̌͆ͥͭ͒̉͘͜͏̙͖̰̝̙̲͓̙͕͍̥̳̩́͠.̶̷̮͎̱̼̬͖̰͎͚͙̥̓͋͋ͦ̓̓ͯ͆͛̏ͫ̅ͯ.̨̧̙̤̳̮̺̙͖̞͔̗͎͍̑̆ͮ͐ͩͦ̌̽̾̏͘͠.̹̖͕̮͕̞̰͍͚͖̌ͪ̃̐̐̌̌̅̉͑ͧͪͪͬ̓͐́͛̿͘͞ ….NEIGHBOR STEVE.” “Anytime.” There are no more peeping reports. Millie brings back Aubergine and spends an entire afternoon teaching Steve the particulars of Augy’s new “hairstyle” (a gravity-defying mass of teased tendrils, ribbons, and barrettes) in between games of tag and hide-and-seek with Timmy and Son. When Antler Guy and Hellwife present her and her mother Beatrice with a tiny Audrey Jr. (”pOOr ThinG Is a ruNT And wOn’T geT MorE Than A FooT taLL, BEa, aNd NeeDS a New FRiEnD”, assures Hellwife), both mother and child burst out crying. Millie names it Bella, after Bella Lugosi, and shows it to the excited group of boys (Steve and Augy included). IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER!!!! Life in a subdivision partly populated with eldritch and possibly magical (officially classified as “extra-dimensional”, for even when faced with the physics-defying nature of their new co-habitating citizens the government cannot bring itself to acknowledge them as “magic wielding hell-beasts”, as some high-ranking staff members initially suggested) goes on fairly normally. Sure, there are a few hiccoughs. The creeping deathshade vines get a stern talking to about appropriate afternoon snacks (”NOT the Fitz-Simmon’s chihuahua, I don’t care how much he has it coming or what he excreted where, now spit it out!”), Aubergine sheds all her leaves at once and snowballs the house (but does helps sweep up afterwards), and moonrise is a good time to watch the night-gaunts fly by (but on moondark it’s best to stay inside, no matter how prettily they glow. They’re somewhat similar to fireflies, and don’t always check to see if their partner glows as well. It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if they didn’t dive mid-coitus and drop just above the ground.) While the neighborhood in general is accepting of the Abominations, when things get to be a bit much they tend to come to Steve. Since meeting Beatrice and Millie (and the formation of the Terrifying Triad known as Millie, Son, and Timmy) Steve is the adult human male most comfortable dealing with Antler Guy on the whole street. (Sharon as U.M.B. is widely held to have, well, steel-whatever-the-hell-she-wants, and Timmy is known to run over to Antler Guy and ask for rides through “that wobbly grey place, you know, the one with the REALLY BIG alligators?”. Still, the courtesies must be observed.) So when a writhing sparking ball of snarling terror and teeth takes up residence in the Manzo’s tool-shed, and when Animal Control refuses to come (the street is banned due to a run-in with the deathshade vines), Steve is called. Having heard the description, Steve brings Antler Guy. When they get there, Mr. Manzo is forcibly holding the door shut. Unholy yowling is coming from inside. At a gesture from Antler Guy, Mr. Manzo leaps away, and the doors blast open. A 150 pound ball of whimpering, flaming something hits Steve and knocks him on his ass. The whimpering, flaming something proceeds to slobber all over Steve, his shirt, his pants, and a decent portion of grass in between distressed yelps. “GACK!” “NEIGHBOR STEVE, ARE YOU IN DISTRESS?” “GAAACKLEARGHSPLUH- DOWN boy, HEEL, that’s a good- Antler Guy, what is this?!” “I BELIEVE IT IS A HELLHOUND, NEIGHBOR STEVE.” “Good grief, I didn’t know they came this big and…..and….. Guy?” “YES NEIGHBOR STEVE?” “Is he supposed to be…..skinless?” “YES NEIGHBOR STEVE. THIS VARIETY WAS BRED TO BE LAP DOGS. THEIR FLAME IS MOSTLY WITHOUT HEAT, AND THEY HAVE NO SKIN FOR THOSE WHO ARE ALLERGIC.” “…….laPDOG?!” “YES NEIGHBOR STEVE.” Antler Guy lays a hand on the hellhound, who tries to burrow further into Steve with little success. “HE APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN RECENTLY WEANED. IT WILL TAKE TIME FOR HIM TO GROW TO HIS FULL SIZE.” “……” “THE SMALL BREEDS GROW MORE SLOWLY.” A vile hissing emanates from the shed. (Mr. Manzo has long since fled for the safety of his kitchen.) As Steve attempts to calm the frantic hell-puppy, Antler Guy investigates. He reaches one long hand in behind the riding lawnmower and….. winces. “NEIGHBOR STEVE?” “Yeah- I’m right here, uh, doggie, not going anywhere- Guy?” “I APPEAR TO HAVE AN…. ATTACHMENT.” Steve is awed at the tiny ball of white fluff attached to one long, thin finger. He didn’t know that Antler Guy’s fingers COULD be bitten, much less by a tiny kitten. Which is how Steve and Sharon got Clifford (”Aww c’mon Sharon, how could I pass that one up?”), and Antler Guy and Hellwife get Fluffy (”NEIGHBOR STEVE ASSURES ME IT IS A TRADITIONAL TITLE.”) This might be the most amazing thing that ever crossed my tumblr dash OMIGOSH I’m in love. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS This is like the stoplight post. It is Tumblr legend, and I feel I must reblog it for those fortunate few who get to experience it for the first time.
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“A house I pass on the way to work has this sculpture in its yard. Its about 8 feet tall.”
(Source)

“HELLO NEIGHBOR STEVE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO BARBEQUE ON THE EVE OF THE BLOOD MOON.  I FEEL WE GOT OFF TO A BAD START.”
“NEIGHBOR STEVE, DO YOU NOT WISH TO PARTAKE OF THE UNCLEAN FLESH-MEATS OF PIGS AND THE POLLUTED ESSENCES OF TOMATO?  PERHAPS YOU ARE A CAROLINA STYLE MAN, NEIGHBOR STEVE?”
 “PUT THE GUN AWAY NEIGHBOR STEVE, YOU KNOW I SHALL ONLY RISE AGAIN WITH THE DAWNING OF THE MOON.  WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS MANY TIMES.”
“LOOK AT THIS PICTURE MY SON DREW OF YOU AND CHILD TIMMY, YOUR SON.  ARE THEY NOT THE PICTURE OF PACT-MATES?  THIS COULD BE YOU AND ME, NEIGHBOR STEVE.”
“YOU MISSED THE UNHOLY NEXUS OF POWER THAT IS THE KEY TO MY CORPOREAL FORM, NEIGHBOR STEVE.  YOU WILL NEED TO RELOAD NOW, SO I WILL GO INSIDE TO MY HELL-WIFE AND PUT YOU DOWN AS A SOLID ‘MAYBE’.“

I have the feeling that the families get along great except for Steve. Like, the wives are baking (questionable) brownies together, the kids are playing together, Antler Guy occasionally takes Son and Timmy to school (no car, just carries them in huge swinging strides through a nexus of ungoldly sights in a swirling netherworld shortcut. Sometimes they stop for McDonalds). Hell-wife gave them a potted Audrey Jr., Steve’s wife (who I now christen Sharon) gave them a begonia.
One time Steve tries throwing holy water but all Antler Guy does is thank him, saying that no, Antler Guy isn’t Catholic but it’s the thought that counts, he is so kind to water his creeping deathshade vines regardless.
For Christmas Antler Guy gives Steve a case of ammunition. To be funny/sarcastically mean Steve gets Antler Guy the world’s most hideous Christmas sweater, singing light-up reindeer included. He immediately regrets it because not only does Antler Guy love it and wears it for several months, it will never need batteries because Antler Guy powers it with his own eldritch aura.
When they come back from a holiday to Hawaii, Steve is horrified to find out Sharon bought them matching Hawaiian shirts. He is even more horrified that his wife means it that if he doesn’t wear it he will forever sleep on the couch.

I want to expand on this, since I see it’s still passing around and the ideas have grown in my brainmeats.
What drives Steve up the wall and down the other side is how… normal… everyone treats the Abominations. (Yes, that is their last name. No, it is not a joke. Son was asked his last name for the standardized testing at school, had a quick conference with Timmy, and decided that Son Abomination sounded good, “Since my dad calls your dad the Abomination anyway and we can paint it on your mailbox just like the Henderson’s did theirs!”. Antler Guy agreed and did a lovely rendition of it for the mailbox, with only a few glyphs of soul-rending terror added to keep up to snuff.)
The Great Plant Exchange went beautifully, though the Audrey Jr. (named Aubergine for the lovely shade of purple poison that drips from her fangs) is on a diet at the moment. She was in cahoots with the cat and the dog to get into the good people food and ate two frozen turkeys all herself. Now she’s restricted to the hallway table to answer the phone and the door. (Steve actually likes her, and keeps slipping her hotdogs when Sharon isn’t looking. Their door-to-door salesman rates have dropped dramatically since she changed abodes.) Hell-wife has almost gotten the begonia to bloom and say it’s first words.
The homeowner’s association just loves the Abominations. All paperwork stamped and dotted, in on time and in triplicate. Antler Guy likes filing, says it reminds him of his old job. There is a resident who spent 20 years as a lawyer and they have long, animated conversations about all sorts of things that make Steve swear to never need legal counsel.
Hell-wife joined the PTA and spearheaded a committee to fundraise in the fall with a haunted house. It was a county-wide hit, though the claims that a particularly rowdy group had been deliberately lost in a timeslip to the Outer Doors Of Chaos was firmly rebuffed. Most young people nowadays, it was agreed, just couldn’t appreciate flute music.
Antler Guy really does try to connect with Steve. The surprise birthday party was perhaps a bit much, given that most participants do not have the ability to suddenly materialize in front of the guest of honor to give them a hug. Sharon assured them that Steve normally screams on his birthday, and the remains of the cake were heartily enjoyed by all. (A plate was saved for Steve once he came down from the treehouse.)
After the Hawaii trip (which was a present for his birthday) and the Matching Shirt Ultimatum (which was Sharon’s attempt at patching things up with Antler Guy, he really was sad about the birthday screaming), Steve finally grabs his courage in both hands (plus the shotgun, which let’s face it is about as useful as a teddybear at the moment but it does comfort him) and confronts Antler Guy, about why such a group of……Abominations could possibly come to his quiet slice of suburban bliss.
“……BUT NEIGHBOR STEVE, WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE.”
“No no no, I read it in a book! Don’t you have to be invited or something?!”
“WELL YES, TO THE HUMAN WORLD. BUT THIS IS NOT THE HUMAN WORLD AS YOUR THREE-DIMENSIONAL BRAIN PERCEIVES IT.”
“What the hell does that mean?!!”
“DID YOU NOT KNOW, NEIGHBOR STEVE? LEGALLY SPEAKING, ALL OF THE VASTNESS OF HUMAN SUBURBIA IS, IN FACT, A PART OF HELL.”
“……..”
“THE FLAMINGOES ARE THE BOUNDARY MARKERS. IT WAS DECIDED THAT THE FLAMING SKULLS WERE TOO KITSCHY FOR MODERN TIMES.”

Reblogging cause I kind of want more of this….


Since you asked nicely ^_^
Antler Guy, as one may have noticed, is a calm sort of fellow. In the face of human atrocities he displays a curious Zen sort of state of mind. Timmy asks Son if he’d ever seen his dad angry, and Son hasn’t. (When asked, Timmy says that yeah his dad gets mad, but it’s like the Fitz-Simmon’s chihuahua down the street- mostly high-pitched noise and occasionally TV remote chewing. Sharon replaces the poor thing every 3 months or so.) When pressed (gently, at the monthly book club, and with many cups of tea and at least one daiquiri), Hellwife admits that this comes from serving many years at his old job.
After the revelation of the nature of his neighborhood, Steve has not been overtly mean to Antler Guy. Not yet in the realm of friends, but vastly better than before. No more holy water, no more shotgun blasts. (Still the occasional jumpscare, but Antler Guy really can’t help that part.) They even occasionally share news over the fence as Antler Guy trains the creeping deathshade vines in proper oral hygiene, and Steve waters his lawn (and occasionally slips a goldfish cracker to a deathshade vine that looks particularly adorable. Aubergine has trained him well.)
Which is how Antler Guy learns about the peeping tom that’s been plaguing the adjacent streets. Apparently the pervert has been getting bolder, and rattling doors. He almost broke into one apartment, whose occupants were a single mother and her daughter, Mildred. Millie, a shy girl who is a great horror fan and firm friends with Timmy and Son, had missed school because of it.
Steve knew because Sharon had told him, on her way to deliver a tuna casserole and a double batch of brownies to the pair. (Sharon has been dubbed the unoffical mob boss of the Mother’s Mafia. She is quite pleased with this title.) He tells her to wait, confers briefly with Aubergine, and sends her along with, “Only as a loan, you know, but Auby wants to stretch her roots and she’d probably like getting all ribboned and curled anyway. Little girls still do that, right?” She has strict orders to bite anyone that makes Millie or her mother cry. (Steve is dubbed the official neighborhood marshmallow for this. The bookclub buys him a jar of marshmallow fluff in commemoration.)
He turns to look at Antler Guy, and freezes, much as a chihuahua will when faced with a hungry hellhound.
“You….you alright there buddy?”



“Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “

“Uh, yeah, I guess not. Did you, uh, know you’re kinda fuzzing at the edges, there?”



“Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “

“Right. Um. Well.” 
Steven makes a very ungraceful exit when space starts bending around Antler Guy’s still, unmoving form.
When Steve sees a shadowy form in his back yard when he gets up to pee that night, there’s no hesitation. He grabs the shotgun from the cabinet and peeks out the back door window.
Just in time to see a nebulous form of soul-wrenching terror engulf the man reaching for the door handle. A sliver of moonlight reveals a very familiar eyesocket. After a moment (and a sincere prayer of thanks that he had already peed, cause otherwise he’d have done it then and there) Steve opens the door. The nebulous form freezes, reality bending around the edges.
“Nice night for it, huh?”


“…..Y̮̮͍͔͇͙͙̟̐͌͛̓̏͞͡Eͩͭͮ̓̍ͯ̀ͧ͏̵̴̛̺̠̱͕̕ͅS͈̹̮̟̳̪̩̘͍̤̲̻͈̱̳̽̋́ͩ̃͋̎ͩ̈͆̀͘͢͢͟ͅ.̧̢͈̭̝̥̦͚͍̇ͫ̃̓͆̿̇ͪ͊ͧ̃͛͌͜͢

“

“Guy won’t scare anymore litttle girls, will he?”



“Ň̵̴̫̫̙͙̻̞͈̫̥̪̱͈͈̯̍̀̀͆ͫ̒̿̄͗͘͡͝ͅO̊͑̑͒̎͑̃ͬͭͮ̅̔̆̃̉ͯ̇͗̀҉̵̻̜̞͉̟͙͚̻̪̼̖̀͟ͅ.̵͈̣͈̙̣̜̻̭̩̝̠̞͗ͤͥ̓͗ͬ̓̄͊̓̅̐ͩͮͧͤ̽̐ “

“Good. G’night then. Oh, and if Hellwife has an extra Audrey Jr. that needs a home, let me know. Millie likes Aubergine a lot but Augy’s just too big for the apartment. Dunno if they come in miniatures though.”


“
I̴̛̟̭͉̮̜̩̬̮̣̘̰͚̩͙̟̳͔̜̙͑̂̆̆͗͒̀ 
͖̖̰͉̥͖͔̙̤̺͍̳͈̹͙̣̞̇̇ͤ͒̅̈́͆̽ͧ́̚̚̕͘W̶̶̱͈̞͖̼̟̣̮̌͂͒̈́͑͌͒͋̍ͮ͗̈ͣ̓ͤ͘͟I̴̶̞̥̩͇̔ͩͦ̇̉̾ͣͬ̀̀̒͒ͧ͛͌͛͆̚͘͢ͅͅL̠̟͕̠̟̪̰̻ͯ͂͊ͥ̍̏͋̐ͬ̉̆̈̀͠L̸̞̭͔̮ͦ͑̉ͮͩ́ͬͨͣ͘͜.̴͈͎̮͇͓͖̱̻̣͊͊ͤͩ͊̑͗͞
 
̸̡̩̖̞̩̻̩̪̭͙̳͚͇̟̺͖̑͊ͫ̀͆ͨ̉̔̓̂̓̋T̷̷̟͉̟̻̻̪̞̰̯̻͈̣̰̬̻̾͐́ͭ̓̅́͡H͇̬̪̩̬̝̣͍͈͇ͯ͛̏͌ͮͧͭͦ͟͜A̴̴̤͕͈̤̮̞̱̯͔͕̙͔͖̰̬̰͈̠ͥ̏ͥ̍̽ͧ̀͝N͗̓͋̃̈̑̀̅ͣ̽̒̂̄ͯͩͤ͏̢͢͏͈̯͎̪͇̟̠͔̯͓͓̰̠̱̠̳͕̳͝K̢̓ͧ͛͛ͣ̄̓̓ͯ̍̈̈́̌͂̔͟҉̛̘̥̖̤̦̻̳͙͟
 
̢̢̻̥̹̣̞͉̘͇͚͍̖̯̘͚͔̗̩͓͐ͮ͂͂̀̚͘͠Y̜̞͇̳̗̬͎̰̙̜̩̪͎̞̙̠̔͂̌̃́̀O͇̺̲͙͍̬̳̘͈̱̜̝͔̖̊ͥ̿ͫͤͫͫͩ͋̓̃ͦ̈̄͢͟Ū̢͖̲̦̠̤͎̙͉̦͖̖͓͍̺̺ͪͯ͐͆͆ͭͯ͗ͦ̄̅̌̈̃̾ͭ̋ͧ͢͢͠͡.̶̸̞͓̞̹̗̻̣͈͕̠̬̦ͫ̆ͤͬͨͦ͒͂ͨ̿ͩͪ͘͞.ͧ͛̒̂̂͗ͨ̌͆ͥͭ͒̉͘͜͏̙͖̰̝̙̲͓̙͕͍̥̳̩́͠.̶̷̮͎̱̼̬͖̰͎͚͙̥̓͋͋ͦ̓̓ͯ͆͛̏ͫ̅ͯ.̨̧̙̤̳̮̺̙͖̞͔̗͎͍̑̆ͮ͐ͩͦ̌̽̾̏͘͠.̹̖͕̮͕̞̰͍͚͖̌ͪ̃̐̐̌̌̅̉͑ͧͪͪͬ̓͐́͛̿͘͞ ….NEIGHBOR STEVE.”

“Anytime.”
There are no more peeping reports. Millie brings back Aubergine and spends an entire afternoon teaching Steve the particulars of Augy’s new “hairstyle” (a gravity-defying mass of teased tendrils, ribbons, and barrettes) in between games of tag and hide-and-seek with Timmy and Son.
When Antler Guy and Hellwife present her and her mother Beatrice with a tiny Audrey Jr. (”pOOr ThinG Is a ruNT And wOn’T geT MorE Than A FooT taLL, BEa, aNd NeeDS a New FRiEnD”, assures Hellwife), both mother and child burst out crying. Millie names it Bella, after Bella Lugosi, and shows it to the excited group of boys (Steve and Augy included).


IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER!!!!

Life in a subdivision partly populated with eldritch and possibly magical (officially classified as “extra-dimensional”, for even when faced with the physics-defying nature of their new co-habitating citizens the government cannot bring itself to acknowledge them as “magic wielding hell-beasts”, as some high-ranking staff members initially suggested) goes on fairly normally. 
Sure, there are a few hiccoughs. The creeping deathshade vines get a stern talking to about appropriate afternoon snacks (”NOT the Fitz-Simmon’s chihuahua, I don’t care how much he has it coming or what he excreted where, now spit it out!”), Aubergine sheds all her leaves at once and snowballs the house (but does helps sweep up afterwards), and moonrise is a good time to watch the night-gaunts fly by (but on moondark it’s best to stay inside, no matter how prettily they glow. They’re somewhat similar to fireflies, and don’t always check to see if their partner glows as well. It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if they didn’t dive mid-coitus and drop just above the ground.)
While the neighborhood in general is accepting of the Abominations, when things get to be a bit much they tend to come to Steve. Since meeting Beatrice and Millie (and the formation of the Terrifying Triad known as Millie, Son, and Timmy) Steve is the adult human male most comfortable dealing with Antler Guy on the whole street. (Sharon as U.M.B. is widely held to have, well, steel-whatever-the-hell-she-wants, and Timmy is known to run over to Antler Guy and ask for rides through “that wobbly grey place, you know, the one with the REALLY BIG alligators?”. Still, the courtesies must be observed.)
So when a writhing sparking ball of snarling terror and teeth takes up residence in the Manzo’s tool-shed, and when Animal Control refuses to come (the street is banned due to a run-in with the deathshade vines), Steve is called. Having heard the description, Steve brings Antler Guy.
When they get there, Mr. Manzo is forcibly holding the door shut. Unholy yowling is coming from inside. At a gesture from Antler Guy, Mr. Manzo leaps away, and the doors blast open.
A 150 pound ball of whimpering, flaming something hits Steve and knocks him on his ass. The whimpering, flaming something proceeds to slobber all over Steve, his shirt, his pants, and a decent portion of grass in between distressed yelps.
“GACK!”
“NEIGHBOR STEVE, ARE YOU IN DISTRESS?”
“GAAACKLEARGHSPLUH- DOWN boy, HEEL, that’s a good- Antler Guy, what is this?!”
“I BELIEVE IT IS A HELLHOUND, NEIGHBOR STEVE.”
“Good grief, I didn’t know they came this big and…..and….. Guy?”
“YES NEIGHBOR STEVE?”
“Is he supposed to be…..skinless?”
“YES NEIGHBOR STEVE. THIS VARIETY WAS BRED TO BE LAP DOGS. THEIR FLAME IS MOSTLY WITHOUT HEAT, AND THEY HAVE NO SKIN FOR THOSE WHO ARE ALLERGIC.”
“…….laPDOG?!”
“YES NEIGHBOR STEVE.” Antler Guy lays a hand on the hellhound, who tries to burrow further into Steve with little success. “HE APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN RECENTLY WEANED. IT WILL TAKE TIME FOR HIM TO GROW TO HIS FULL SIZE.”
“……”
“THE SMALL BREEDS GROW MORE SLOWLY.”
A vile hissing emanates from the shed. (Mr. Manzo has long since fled for the safety of his kitchen.) As Steve attempts to calm the frantic hell-puppy, Antler Guy investigates. He reaches one long hand in behind the riding lawnmower and….. winces.
“NEIGHBOR STEVE?”
“Yeah- I’m right here, uh, doggie, not going anywhere- Guy?”
“I APPEAR TO HAVE AN…. ATTACHMENT.”
Steve is awed at the tiny ball of white fluff attached to one long, thin finger. He didn’t know that Antler Guy’s fingers COULD be bitten, much less by a tiny kitten.
Which is how Steve and Sharon got Clifford (”Aww c’mon Sharon, how could I pass that one up?”), and Antler Guy and Hellwife get Fluffy (”NEIGHBOR STEVE ASSURES ME IT IS A TRADITIONAL TITLE.”)


This might be the most amazing thing that ever crossed my tumblr dash


OMIGOSH I’m in love.


I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS

This is like the stoplight post. It is Tumblr legend, and I feel I must reblog it for those fortunate few who get to experience it for the first time.

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edges: Wait a second. What exactly is the message being conveyed here? Feel free to sabotage the product for the sake of making your own job easier? This worker just removed 47.64% of the material from the object he was assigned to transport! If one of his co-workers removed 47.64% of his cube to simply make a smaller cube, he'd move faster, too. And probably get fired for it. If the worker is going to carve up his cube, why not carve a cylinder? It'd be just as mobile as a sphere, but he'd only have to remove 21.46% of the mate- rial. And it would require less work to carve. While we're on the subject, though, how quickly did this worker carve a sphere out of a cube? Evi dently he didn't lose much headway. And he did it with that little pen-knife? Seriously? Do you know how difficult it is to carve a perfect sphere from a cube? That's some Ron Swanson shit right there. If the ultimate goal was to deliver a whole cube, then the worker has already failed. If the goal was to deliver as much of the material as quickly as possible, then he should have cut 4 edges off the cube [removing only 17.16%). An octagonal prism rolls just fine, with less material and time wasted. Don't Work Hard. Work Intelligent. But, for all we know, when the workers arrive at their destination, they may be required to stack the objects. In this case, our so-called intelligent worker has delivered an object that won't stack. Bravo, intelligent worker! Bravo! Oh, and it should read: "Work Intelligently." <p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/173928613600/wait-a-second-just-think-about-it" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-club</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Wait A Second, Just Think About It</p></blockquote>
edges: Wait a second. What exactly is the message being
 conveyed here? Feel free to sabotage the product
 for the sake of making your own job easier?
 This worker just removed 47.64% of the material
 from the object he was assigned to transport! If
 one of his co-workers removed 47.64% of his cube
 to simply make a smaller cube, he'd move faster,
 too. And probably get fired for it.
 If the worker is going to carve up his cube, why not
 carve a cylinder? It'd be just as mobile as a sphere,
 but he'd only have to remove 21.46% of the mate-
 rial. And it would require less work to carve.
 While we're on the subject, though, how quickly
 did this worker carve a sphere out of a cube? Evi
 dently he didn't lose much headway. And he did it
 with that little pen-knife? Seriously? Do you know
 how difficult it is to carve a perfect sphere from a
 cube? That's some Ron Swanson shit right there.
 If the ultimate goal was to deliver a whole cube,
 then the worker has already failed. If the goal was
 to deliver as much of the material as quickly as
 possible, then he should have cut 4 edges off the
 cube [removing only 17.16%). An octagonal prism
 rolls just fine, with less material and time wasted.
 Don't Work Hard.
 Work Intelligent.
 But, for all we know, when the workers arrive at
 their destination, they may be required to stack
 the objects. In this case, our so-called intelligent
 worker has delivered an object that won't stack.
 Bravo, intelligent worker! Bravo!
 Oh, and it should read: "Work Intelligently."
<p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/173928613600/wait-a-second-just-think-about-it" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-club</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>Wait A Second, Just Think About It</p></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://laughoutloud-club.tumblr.com/post/173928613600/wait-a-second-just-think-about-it" class="tumblr_blog">laughoutloud-clu...

edges: Wait a second. What exactly is the message being conveyed here? Feel free to sabotage the product for the sake of making your own job easier? This worker just removed 47.64% of the material from the object he was assigned to transport! If one of his co-workers removed 47.64% of his cube to simply make a smaller cube, he'd move faster, too. And probably get fired for it. If the worker is going to carve up his cube, why not carve a cylinder? It'd be just as mobile as a sphere, but he'd only have to remove 21.46% of the mate- rial. And it would require less work to carve. While we're on the subject, though, how quickly did this worker carve a sphere out of a cube? Evi dently he didn't lose much headway. And he did it with that little pen-knife? Seriously? Do you know how difficult it is to carve a perfect sphere from a cube? That's some Ron Swanson shit right there. If the ultimate goal was to deliver a whole cube, then the worker has already failed. If the goal was to deliver as much of the material as quickly as possible, then he should have cut 4 edges off the cube [removing only 17.16%). An octagonal prism rolls just fine, with less material and time wasted. Don't Work Hard. Work Intelligent. But, for all we know, when the workers arrive at their destination, they may be required to stack the objects. In this case, our so-called intelligent worker has delivered an object that won't stack. Bravo, intelligent worker! Bravo! Oh, and it should read: "Work Intelligently." laughoutloud-club: Wait A Second, Just Think About It
edges: Wait a second. What exactly is the message being
 conveyed here? Feel free to sabotage the product
 for the sake of making your own job easier?
 This worker just removed 47.64% of the material
 from the object he was assigned to transport! If
 one of his co-workers removed 47.64% of his cube
 to simply make a smaller cube, he'd move faster,
 too. And probably get fired for it.
 If the worker is going to carve up his cube, why not
 carve a cylinder? It'd be just as mobile as a sphere,
 but he'd only have to remove 21.46% of the mate-
 rial. And it would require less work to carve.
 While we're on the subject, though, how quickly
 did this worker carve a sphere out of a cube? Evi
 dently he didn't lose much headway. And he did it
 with that little pen-knife? Seriously? Do you know
 how difficult it is to carve a perfect sphere from a
 cube? That's some Ron Swanson shit right there.
 If the ultimate goal was to deliver a whole cube,
 then the worker has already failed. If the goal was
 to deliver as much of the material as quickly as
 possible, then he should have cut 4 edges off the
 cube [removing only 17.16%). An octagonal prism
 rolls just fine, with less material and time wasted.
 Don't Work Hard.
 Work Intelligent.
 But, for all we know, when the workers arrive at
 their destination, they may be required to stack
 the objects. In this case, our so-called intelligent
 worker has delivered an object that won't stack.
 Bravo, intelligent worker! Bravo!
 Oh, and it should read: "Work Intelligently."
laughoutloud-club:

Wait A Second, Just Think About It

laughoutloud-club: Wait A Second, Just Think About It

edges: DINE R HOME STYLE COOKING cirilee: #i wanna go there and have the best meal ive ever had then as im driving away i turn back to find that the diner is not there#and then meet up with an old cermudgeonly local who when i ask about it looks suprised and says that diner burned to the ground in 1957#but the funny thing is is that i still feel full#the next day i notice im still feeling full#i find i can no longer find satisfaction in the foods i used to love#to the point where i stop eating all together#as the months pass im still feeling full#but im skin and bone#in an acf of desperation i seek the diner#after a week of circling the desert around that town i see it!#in the distance#like a mirrage#i approach and it doesnt dissapear#and for the first time in neary a year#im hungry. starving.#i slam on my breaks and run inside#its exactly as i remembered it#the same patrons in the same chairs#having the same conversations#i ordered the same thing i did last time#it tastes like heaven#i strike up a conversation with the man behind the counter#i ask him if he remembers me. he says he remembers every new face. this is the first time hes seen mine#now im curious. I casually tell him what the old man told me. how this diner burnt down years ago. he assures me that never happened#all the eyes in the diner are on me. the corners of my vision become hazy. like the edges of burning paper.#for thefirst time in a long time im full. my plate is empty. when did i finish eating?#I ask the man behind the counter for the year. he says 1957. that sounds about right. the charred edges of my vision close is.#i feel warm. content.#some teens find a body while they’re out for a joyride in the desert. it’s charred beyond recognition.#it’s nothing but skin and bone @tateratots that’s one amazing yarn spinned
edges: DINE R
 HOME STYLE COOKING
cirilee:
#i wanna go there and have the best meal ive ever had then as im driving away i turn back to find that the diner is not there#and then meet up with an old cermudgeonly local who when i ask about it looks suprised and says that diner burned to the ground in 1957#but the funny thing is is that i still feel full#the next day i notice im still feeling full#i find i can no longer find satisfaction in the foods i used to love#to the point where i stop eating all together#as the months pass im still feeling full#but im skin and bone#in an acf of desperation i seek the diner#after a week of circling the desert around that town i see it!#in the distance#like a mirrage#i approach and it doesnt dissapear#and for the first time in neary a year#im hungry. starving.#i slam on my breaks and run inside#its exactly as i remembered it#the same patrons in the same chairs#having the same conversations#i ordered the same thing i did last time#it tastes like heaven#i strike up a conversation with the man behind the counter#i ask him if he remembers me. he says he remembers every new face. this is the first time hes seen mine#now im curious. I casually tell him what the old man told me. how this diner burnt down years ago. he assures me that never happened#all the eyes in the diner are on me. the corners of my vision become hazy. like the edges of burning paper.#for thefirst time in a long time im full. my plate is empty. when did i finish eating?#I ask the man behind the counter for the year. he says 1957. that sounds about right. the charred edges of my vision close is.#i feel warm. content.#some teens find a body while they’re out for a joyride in the desert. it’s charred beyond recognition.#it’s nothing but skin and bone
@tateratots that’s one amazing yarn spinned

cirilee: #i wanna go there and have the best meal ive ever had then as im driving away i turn back to find that the diner is not there#an...

edges: davetheshady: brawltogethernow: shapechangersinwinter: locusimperium: A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic.  Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day.  Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares 1 cup unsalted butter, softened 1 egg1 cup sugar2 cups flour1 tsp vanilla½ tsp saltTurbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan. Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.  Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar. Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula. So I tried this recipe. And it is GREAT. It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars. Life hack: add white chocolate chips and sea salt
edges: davetheshady:

brawltogethernow:

shapechangersinwinter:

locusimperium:

A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic. 
Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day. 

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 egg1 cup sugar2 cups flour1 tsp vanilla½ tsp saltTurbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.
Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour. 
Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.
Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.



So I tried this recipe.
And it is GREAT.
It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars.

Life hack: add white chocolate chips and sea salt

davetheshady: brawltogethernow: shapechangersinwinter: locusimperium: A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and loo...

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 DIDNT HAVE CURVES
 THEY HAD EDGES
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edges: sosyebabe What you got made fun of in school for? graatrunk i went into american public school for 6th grade and i pierced someone's scrotum with a fencing foil that was missing the little rubber safety tip on the end by accident in gym and it was middle school so i was promptly nicknamed "The Nut Slayer" and i cried until my parents let me move back to europe and live with my grandparents billsimportantposts I know most people associate LUSH Cosmetics with white girls and bath bombs but products from this beautiful company have faded my scars and stretch marks, completely gotten rid of my acne, fixed my dry skin problems, thickened my eyelashes, laid my edges, made my hair grow like crazy… I can go on and on. I’ve actually never tried the bath bombs, but their skincare and haircare products work magic. Fading Scars - Stretch Marks Organic Therapy Massage Bar Extra Dry Skin King of Skin In-Shower Body Conditioner, Skin Drink Facial Moisturizer, Sultana of Soap Bar, Tender is the Night Massage Bar, Each’s a Peach Massage Bar Acne Fresh Farmacy Solid Cleanser, Eau Roma Toning Water, Full of Grace Serum Bar Thickening Lashes Eyes Right Mascara - Lash Milk Edges R&B Hair Moisturizer (if you put this on your edges before wrapping your hair, they’ll be relaxer-straight when you wake up, lasts about 12 hours), -Dirty Styling Cream (cream-based edge control with a matte finish, no more shiny or crunchy edges) -Hair Growth NEW! Shampoo Bar, Retread Hair Conditioner FACE - HAIR STUFF Magical Moringa Facial Moisturizer Oh my lordy. Let me tell y'all about this stuff. It’s marketed as a moisturizer but I use it as a primer because when you put this on your face, it’s completely matte. Like completely. All day. And it will lock your makeup in place like no other. You can sweat in it, swim in it, whatever. Shit won’t budge. Ever. Jason & the Argan Oil Shampoo Bar Amazing for volumizing. It made the three bundles in my head look more like five when I used this thing the first time, I kid you not. Also gives your hair a really natural shine. I only use it when I really need a volume boost, otherwise it’s just too much. No Drought Dry Shampoo If you have a weave, you need this stuff. Period. A lot of times, the natural oils in our scalps (referring to my fellow black women here) are too heavy for Brazilian, Peruvian, etc hair, and so it’s easy for weave to get weighed down between washes. Shake this stuff in your hair, brush it out - bam, flow city. ( more in the comments
edges: sosyebabe
 What you got made fun of in school for?
 graatrunk
 i went into american public school for 6th
 grade and i pierced someone's scrotum with a
 fencing foil that was missing the little rubber
 safety tip on the end by accident in gym
 and it was middle school so i was promptly
 nicknamed "The Nut Slayer" and i cried until
 my parents let me move back to europe and
 live with my grandparents
billsimportantposts I know most people associate LUSH Cosmetics with white girls and bath bombs but products from this beautiful company have faded my scars and stretch marks, completely gotten rid of my acne, fixed my dry skin problems, thickened my eyelashes, laid my edges, made my hair grow like crazy… I can go on and on. I’ve actually never tried the bath bombs, but their skincare and haircare products work magic. Fading Scars - Stretch Marks Organic Therapy Massage Bar Extra Dry Skin King of Skin In-Shower Body Conditioner, Skin Drink Facial Moisturizer, Sultana of Soap Bar, Tender is the Night Massage Bar, Each’s a Peach Massage Bar Acne Fresh Farmacy Solid Cleanser, Eau Roma Toning Water, Full of Grace Serum Bar Thickening Lashes Eyes Right Mascara - Lash Milk Edges R&B Hair Moisturizer (if you put this on your edges before wrapping your hair, they’ll be relaxer-straight when you wake up, lasts about 12 hours), -Dirty Styling Cream (cream-based edge control with a matte finish, no more shiny or crunchy edges) -Hair Growth NEW! Shampoo Bar, Retread Hair Conditioner FACE - HAIR STUFF Magical Moringa Facial Moisturizer Oh my lordy. Let me tell y'all about this stuff. It’s marketed as a moisturizer but I use it as a primer because when you put this on your face, it’s completely matte. Like completely. All day. And it will lock your makeup in place like no other. You can sweat in it, swim in it, whatever. Shit won’t budge. Ever. Jason & the Argan Oil Shampoo Bar Amazing for volumizing. It made the three bundles in my head look more like five when I used this thing the first time, I kid you not. Also gives your hair a really natural shine. I only use it when I really need a volume boost, otherwise it’s just too much. No Drought Dry Shampoo If you have a weave, you need this stuff. Period. A lot of times, the natural oils in our scalps (referring to my fellow black women here) are too heavy for Brazilian, Peruvian, etc hair, and so it’s easy for weave to get weighed down between washes. Shake this stuff in your hair, brush it out - bam, flow city. ( more in the comments

billsimportantposts I know most people associate LUSH Cosmetics with white girls and bath bombs but products from this beautiful company...

edges: WARNING! MANCHINEEL TREE THE LEAVES, BARK AND FRUITS OF THESE TREES CONTAIN A CAUSTIC SAP WHICH MAY BE INJURIOUS IE TOUCHED. COLUMBUS DESCRIBED THE SMALL GREEN FRIATS AS DENII APPLES: THE TREES ARE COMMON ALONG CARIBBEAN SHORES. AVOID CONTACT WITH ANY PART OF THIS TREE! sixpenceee: Throughout Caribbean, Central America, the northern edges of South America, and even in south Florida, there can be found a pleasant-looking beachy sort of tree, often laden with small greenish-yellow fruits that look not unlike apples.This is the manchineel, known sometimes as the beach apple, or more accurately in Spanish-speaking countries as la manzanilla de la muerte, which translates to “the little apple of death,” or as arbol de la muerte, “tree of death.”“Warning: all parts of manchineel are extremely poisonous. The content in this document is strictly informational. Interaction with and ingestion of any part of this tree may be lethal,” write Michael G. Andreu and Melissa H. Friedman of the University of Florida in a brief guide to the tree. This is not an exaggeration. The fruits, though described as sweet and tasty, are extraordinarily toxic. Fatalities are not known in modern literature, though it’s certainly possible that people have died from eating the fruit of the manchineel. “Shipwrecked sailors have been reported to have eaten manchineel fruits and, rather than dying a violent death, they had inflammations and blistering around the mouth. Other people have been diagnosed with severe stomach and intestinal issues,” says Roger Hammer, a naturalist and botanist who has written many books about the flora of Florida. (Source)
edges: WARNING!
 MANCHINEEL TREE
 THE LEAVES, BARK AND FRUITS OF THESE TREES
 CONTAIN A CAUSTIC SAP WHICH MAY BE INJURIOUS
 IE TOUCHED. COLUMBUS DESCRIBED THE SMALL GREEN
 FRIATS AS DENII APPLES: THE TREES ARE COMMON
 ALONG CARIBBEAN SHORES. AVOID CONTACT WITH
 ANY PART OF THIS TREE!
sixpenceee:

Throughout Caribbean, Central America, the northern edges of South America, and even in south Florida, there can be found a pleasant-looking beachy sort of tree, often laden with small greenish-yellow fruits that look not unlike apples.This is the manchineel, known sometimes as the beach apple, or more accurately in Spanish-speaking countries as la manzanilla de la muerte, which translates to “the little apple of death,” or as arbol de la muerte, “tree of death.”“Warning: all parts of manchineel are extremely poisonous. The content in this document is strictly informational. Interaction with and ingestion of any part of this tree may be lethal,” write Michael G. Andreu and Melissa H. Friedman of the University of Florida in a brief guide to the tree. This is not an exaggeration. The fruits, though described as sweet and tasty, are extraordinarily toxic. Fatalities are not known in modern literature, though it’s certainly possible that people have died from eating the fruit of the manchineel. “Shipwrecked sailors have been reported to have eaten manchineel fruits and, rather than dying a violent death, they had inflammations and blistering around the mouth. Other people have been diagnosed with severe stomach and intestinal issues,” says Roger Hammer, a naturalist and botanist who has written many books about the flora of Florida. (Source)

sixpenceee: Throughout Caribbean, Central America, the northern edges of South America, and even in south Florida, there can be found a...

edges: avam .11.55% 10:31 pm Today 7:42 pm how come you haven't opened all of your Christmas presents yet? Today 8:03 pm I haven't? You've got a big one under the tree here. It's about 6'1 in length Sounds exciting! What's under the wrapping? Something really handsome it needs to be unwrapped soon When are you going to unwrap it Is it something I can play with? I guess I better not delay then Yes, you can definitely play with it. It has this cool feature where it changes form This sounds like a fun toy. What else can I do? You can hug it and show it affection and it returns the love You can also ride it to different locations l can't tell you too much more about it, it'll ruin the surprise Well I'm definitely intrigued by this present Sounds like it will fulfil all my needs Oh it will and if it doesnt, it has a direction and learning upgrade Even better! Santa sure upped his present game When do you want to come over and unwrap it? I'll probably have to wait until after the Christmas and New Year shenanigans are over Can the present wait that long? It knows to wait for good things so yeah I'm pretty sure it can handle a week or two. It does need a 10 digit code starting with 04 though Well played, Mr, very wel played. However I like to talk to someone here for a bit longer before sharing those digits Ahh, I understand. I will put a temporary code in for now, that should keep it happy Thanks, I appreciate it & Why don't you tell me how the present would like to be unwrapped? Slowly, tracing the edges of the paper? Passionately tearing it off? The love of my life unmatched me, it was going so well.
edges: avam .11.55% 10:31 pm
 Today 7:42 pm
 how come you
 haven't opened all of your
 Christmas presents yet?
 Today 8:03 pm
 I haven't?
 You've got a big one under the
 tree here. It's about 6'1 in length
 Sounds exciting! What's under
 the wrapping?
 Something really handsome
 it needs to be unwrapped soon
 When are you going to unwrap
 it
 Is it something I can play with?
 I guess I better not delay then
 Yes, you can definitely play with
 it. It has this cool feature where
 it changes form
 This sounds like a fun toy. What
 else can I do?
 You can hug it and show it
 affection and it returns the love
 You can also ride it to different
 locations
 l can't tell you too much more
 about it, it'll ruin the surprise
 Well I'm definitely intrigued by
 this present
 Sounds like it will fulfil all my
 needs
 Oh it will and if it doesnt, it has a
 direction and learning upgrade
 Even better! Santa sure upped
 his present game
 When do you want to come over
 and unwrap it?
 I'll probably have to wait until
 after the Christmas and New
 Year shenanigans are over
 Can the present wait that long?
 It knows to wait for good things
 so yeah I'm pretty sure it can
 handle a week or two.
 It does need a 10 digit code
 starting with 04 though
 Well played, Mr, very wel
 played. However I like to talk to
 someone here for a bit longer
 before sharing those digits
 Ahh, I understand. I will put a
 temporary code in for now, that
 should keep it happy
 Thanks, I appreciate it &
 Why don't you tell me how
 the present would like to be
 unwrapped? Slowly, tracing
 the edges of the paper?
 Passionately tearing it off?
The love of my life unmatched me, it was going so well.

The love of my life unmatched me, it was going so well.

edges: ALLAH says in the holy quran Tell the believing man to lower their gaze @islamtevervone young man who had a habit of looking at women this young man asked sheikh : i feel gulity about myself for a bad habit. i am unable to get rid off !! . i can't stop myself from looking at girls in the market. what should i do? sheikh gave him a glass full of milk which was filled upto its edges and asked one of his student to accompany him to the market. He told his student to beat infront of every one if he spilled even a drop of milk ofcourse the young man manged to walk without spilling a drop of milk and returned to the sheikh. sheikh asked : how many girls did u see on the way?? The young man replied : i didn't see anyone around me as my concentration was only on the glass of milk becouse i was scared of getting beaten up in infront of every one if i spill milk sheikh replied : The same is the case with a true momin - muslim The true believer is afraid of ALLAH and shame on the day of ressurrection if he commits a sin these believers protect themselves from committing sin as they are always focused on the judgement day !!! ALLAH says in the holy Qur'an : tell the believing man to lower their gaze from looking at forhidden things and protect their private parts . may allah protect us from looking at haram things ameen !! share and say ameen....-
edges: ALLAH says in the holy quran
 Tell the believing man to lower their gaze
 @islamtevervone
young man who had a habit of looking at women this young man asked sheikh : i feel gulity about myself for a bad habit. i am unable to get rid off !! . i can't stop myself from looking at girls in the market. what should i do? sheikh gave him a glass full of milk which was filled upto its edges and asked one of his student to accompany him to the market. He told his student to beat infront of every one if he spilled even a drop of milk ofcourse the young man manged to walk without spilling a drop of milk and returned to the sheikh. sheikh asked : how many girls did u see on the way?? The young man replied : i didn't see anyone around me as my concentration was only on the glass of milk becouse i was scared of getting beaten up in infront of every one if i spill milk sheikh replied : The same is the case with a true momin - muslim The true believer is afraid of ALLAH and shame on the day of ressurrection if he commits a sin these believers protect themselves from committing sin as they are always focused on the judgement day !!! ALLAH says in the holy Qur'an : tell the believing man to lower their gaze from looking at forhidden things and protect their private parts . may allah protect us from looking at haram things ameen !! share and say ameen....-

young man who had a habit of looking at women this young man asked sheikh : i feel gulity about myself for a bad habit. i am unable to ge...

edges: brawltogethernow: shapechangersinwinter: locusimperium: A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic.  Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day.  Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares 1 cup unsalted butter, softened 1 egg1 cup sugar2 cups flour1 tsp vanilla½ tsp saltTurbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan. Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.  Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar. Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula. So I tried this recipe. And it is GREAT. It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars. Ooooooo
edges: brawltogethernow:
shapechangersinwinter:

locusimperium:

A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something called “Norwegian Christmas butter squares.” I’d never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies I’d eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic. 
Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that I’ve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - they’re fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. I’m skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day. 

Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 egg1 cup sugar2 cups flour1 tsp vanilla½ tsp saltTurbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13″ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.
Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy.  Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour. 
Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and ¼ inch thick.  Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.
Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.



So I tried this recipe.
And it is GREAT.
It basically makes the platonic ideal of commercial sugar cookies, only in bar form. When I give them to people (which I do a lot, because this is one of those simple recipes where the results seem very impressive), I just tell them they’re sugar cookie bars.


Ooooooo

brawltogethernow: shapechangersinwinter: locusimperium: A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick...

edges: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
edges: Ask Meme
 growling suggestion edition
<p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote>
<blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote>
<p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p>
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<p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessm...

edges: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
edges: Ask Meme
 growling suggestion edition
<p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote>
<blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote>
<p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p>
</blockquote>

<p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessm...

edges: Ask Meme growling suggestion edition <p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote> <blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote> <p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p> </blockquote>
edges: Ask Meme
 growling suggestion edition
<p><a href="http://spctlessminds.tumblr.com/post/155987241443/based-on-this-suggestions-blog-warning-these" class="tumblr_blog">spctlessminds</a>:</p><blockquote>
<blockquote><p><small>based on <a href="http://growling-suggestion.tumblr.com/">this</a> suggestions blog.  <b>warning: </b> these are pretty dark/angry  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding<b><i>!!</i></b></small></p></blockquote>
<p><small>‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  all i want is to be soft  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’<br/>‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’<br/>‘  burning it all to the ground  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’<br/>‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  do you trust me enough<b><i>?</i></b>  do you trust me at all<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’<br/>‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’<br/>‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’<br/>‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i touch  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my eyes are still stretched wide  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  terrified.  ’<br/>‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’<br/>‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’<br/>‘  i am aching to hold you  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’<br/>‘  i am divine  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you will bow before me.  ’<br/>‘  i am fucking divine.  ’<br/>‘  i am in control  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i listen to no one.  ’<br/>‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’<br/>‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’<br/>‘  i am not worth saving  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’<br/>‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’<br/>‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’<br/>‘  i bow to no man.  ’<br/>‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’<br/>‘  i can give you your wings back  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’<br/>‘  i cannot be saved.  ’<br/>‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’<br/>‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’<br/>‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’<br/>‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’<br/>‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’<br/>‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’<br/>‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’<br/>‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’<br/>‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’<br/>‘  i have no home anymore.  ’<br/>‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  then i remember nothing.  ’<br/>‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’<br/>‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’<br/>‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’<br/>‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’<br/>‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’<br/>‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  maybe someday it will be true.  ’<br/>‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’<br/>‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’<br/>‘  is it my fault<b><i>?</i></b>  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’<br/>‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  suffocating on sadness.  ’<br/>‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’<br/>‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so cold  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’<br/>‘  i’m so tired all the time  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i just want to be awake again.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’<br/>‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’<br/>‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’<br/>‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’<br/>‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’<br/>‘  loneliness is a disease  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it leaves me empty  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  bounces back.  ’<br/>‘  made of starlight  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’<br/>‘  my anger is righteous  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my actions are pure.  ’<br/>‘  my chest aches  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i need is some comfort  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  understanding.  ’<br/>‘  my chest hurts  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’<br/>‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’<br/>‘  pull me apart  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’<br/>‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’<br/>‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’<br/>‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’<br/>‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  plead for help<b><i>?</i></b>  fuck off.  ’<br/>‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’<br/>‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’<br/>‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  you better remember that.  ’<br/>‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’<br/>‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’<br/>‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’<br/>‘  voices whisper from the shadows  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’<br/>‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  who the fuck do you think you are<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  with a new year comes new tests  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’<br/>‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once<b><i>?</i></b>  ’<br/>‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’<br/>‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’<br/>‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’<br/>‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’<br/>‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’<br/>‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’<br/>‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’<br/>‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’<br/>‘  you touch me  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  my skin burns  <b><i>&amp;</i></b>  it burns for you,  always you.  ’</small></p>
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