MY THESIS DOCUMENT GOT APPROVED LETS GO A BITCH HAS HER TERMINAL DEGREE IN HER FIELD

MY THESIS DOCUMENT GOT APPROVED LETS GO A BITCH HAS HER TERMINAL DEGREE IN HER FIELD

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"The Magician is the representation of pure willpower. With the power of the elements and the suits, [s]he takes the potential innate in the fool and molds it into being with the power of desire."

DEATHSBECOME, an independent horror original character & PETALSCRUSHED, ruby lane of fear street written for general horror and with crossover verses. verses for characters include fear street, dead boy detectives, and yellowjackets. sacrificed by ant (she/they). template. psd.

"The Star brings hope, renewed power, and strength to carry on with life. It shows how abundantly blessed you are by the universe as evidenced by the various things around you."

thinking about a cycle of violence that was never yours to hold. failing to play the part you were given. an orchestrated tragedy without the ending. the knowledge that once you have seen the cycle you are forever part of it. you can break a link but that does not mean you have broken the chain.

❛ We always think there's gonna be more time. ❜ @jeremangled :)

THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

★ — "Stop it. Shut— shut up."

Jeremy doesn't have to say the truth ; Gregory can feel it settle in the pit of his stomach with an absolute certainty. Overwhelming and unmistakeable, a violent whirlwind of emotions he's felt before threaten to knock him off his feet. His throat burns. His eyes burn. Grief, pity, anger, guilt. The guilt seeping in, filling every crack of his broken self.

There's a bone deep weariness to Jeremy that hadn't been present a few hours ago — the sort of resignation that only comes with the inevitable, especially when you take stupid risks like trying to smuggle a kid outside of the quarantine zone. Gregory's seen the look in his eyes before, reflected back at him only a month ago on the face of his best friend. Just as defeated.

How do you begin to mourn a person still standing in front of you?

There'd been some comfort, then, in thinking that maybe they'd go out together, united in losing their humanity until some poor soul came to put them out of their misery. Here, there's no comfort in companionship to be found.

Michael had made it out unscathed. Gregory was the only person in the world that would never know the real, true fear of turning.

( Marlene had called it a miracle, but he's starting to think it's a fucking curse. is this his life, now? forever haunted by the ghosts he has no choice but to leave behind, always seeing them reflected in the eyes of those his miracle cure wasn't fast enough to save? )

"You're infected, aren't you?"

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