You’re Not Evil Girl You’re Just Lonely And No One Has Cared For You In A While And Its Making You

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

Important to me that Hob Gadling is not understood to be a good man. Or at least; hes been a bad man for far longer than he had been a good one. He was cruel, before he was kind, unthinking before considering, violent before he was mild. Greedy, greedy, greedy. A different kind of greedy, but there exists no man who wishes for immortality that is in any way satiable. Hob is a man who wants for simple pleasures, yes. Fighting, eating, sleeping, fucking. But he probably has killed men for want of things, (hes been soldier and reiver and highwayman and bandit before a printer, and certainly before scholar.) He's probably killed men for less. Im sure there is SOME moral code, but he for a very long time, this is not a good man. Stop treating him as such. I hope we see Hob kill people.

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Not to sound alarmingly but I would die for them I pinky-promise you guys

Working on some bartylily yet again. Might even make it jily/bartyxjames as well, we will see

just finished reading american psycho. crazy stuff.

It's alright but then "friend, please" by Twenty one pilots (2009) strikes back

sorry for showing symptoms of the disorder i told you multiple times I have. Do you want me to kill myself?

Упёртая, твердолобая --

Я при жизни ещё заказала себе надгробие;

Не дай боже я вырасту в кого-то подобного,

Не дай боже я стану в копейку копией.

[-- Ты не можешь мне полностью верить,

Я с тобой не могу делиться...]

Я смотрю, как за окнами, ветром

Перепуганы, носятся птицы.

[-- Только я бы хотела поверить,

А ты разве делиться не хочешь?

-- Не хочу, ведь боюсь,

Цепенею,

Но ты слушаешь и не уходишь...]

Так что я знаю травмы твои и боль,

Знаю, как ты смеёшься, как ты кричишь --

Это уже не дружба,

Давно не любовь,

Этому чувству названье забыли вручить,

Поэтому я не чувствую

н и ч е г о

И обнимаю себя хороводом стен:

Из родителей я похожа не на того

И свечусь в темноте.