"Oh, God... oh, God." He said, pressing one hand against the wound and running the other through his hair. There was no pain, but it felt as if with every beat of his heart more blood was pumped out, and more of his strength was chipped away.

"Oh, God... oh, God." He said, pressing one hand against the wound and running the other through his hair. There was no pain, but it felt as if with every beat of his heart more blood was pumped out, and more of his strength was chipped away.

reminds me of sneaking out of my old house.. i used to shimmy down the drain pipe just like in the movies. i learned off every squeak in the floor boards. but then we got a burglar alarm and that made everything more difficult. ~kat

Я проклят, я монстр, моё прикосновение смертельно, я - их оружие

Я проклят, я монстр, моё прикосновение смертельно, я - их оружие

None of the information about me is correct on here anymore but I'm keeping it for sentimental reasons or something. faq

The Darkness Wins, for light's strength is its weakness; the brightest light cast the darkest shadows. ☹

((Closed)) "Is this really necessary?" Jack sighed yanking slightly on the handcuff around his wrist. What a beautiful way to be spending his birthday, not that (y/c) remembered or anything. But still. "I swear it's not my fault."

zachxweeks: “ Lovechild, January “With seemingly effortless precision, Old Gray graces every nook and cranny of the East Coast and Midwest with their emotional coloratura along with lovechild,...

Old stock Champion t-shirts from a thrift shop. I think the little stapled card tags dates them to the Related: old stock iron-on ...

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