Another Part Of Me Thinks Im Depressed!

               ‘ another part of me thinks i’m depressed ! ’ 

Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!

@prodituum

           DO THE THING

@causedmayhem | gird your loins. 

📎| two am cannot come fast enough.  there are cupcakes to bake& things to not give a shit about.  valuable time to  waste    on more important endeavors.  & yet. door ding.                                          “   oh god   ------ “  filter max, at least attempt it. come on.                 “ hi, i’m max. i’ll be serving you                      your food poisoning this evening ---                          (  NOPE  )     tell me, did edward scissorhands                                               get real creative with that shrubbery                                               or did he just buttfuck bruce wayne? “ 

falling for him wasn’t falling at all. it was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

❀ | “ stop it ---- “                      ( & a sigh, soft - aching )   breath hitches,crystal hides behind fluttering lids.  strings inside are strained,tugged upon by notso unwanted actions // though denial won’t allow it  to be shown in the light,to spill from open mouth.  damn her, damn her to hell & all it’s levels. damn.  throat clear, sit up, standing - footing, composure. 

                 “ yeah, i’m sure you wouldn’t.                     but you know what --                                                       tell him anyway.                     maybe then he can hire some actual help. “ 

“—- - that isn’t what you said LAST WEEK. When I was ‘changing your sheets’. You begged me to — -,”  A quick glance to the kids ( out of ear shot but ) her voice  is lowered as she bends over slightly, those pink lips not far from the shell of an ear nestled in golden locks.  A hand placed on the arm of the lounge chair, a slight arch of her back, a soft groan and a whisper ;

“— - ‘DON’T STOP, MOIRA, E V E R’….”

Moira lingered there for a moment, resisting the urge to  reenact what CAUSED such a proclamation. Instead, she straightened up & grabbed an empty glass as a reason for the INVASION of personal space.

“I’d hate to tell my boss that you left UNSATISFIED, Ms. Haynes.”