If It Can Kill Me, I'll Drink It

alternatively, Fanfiction.net

K: no cusses + one single papercut

K+: maybe one cuss but it's minor + one single papercut but it's bleeding a bit more

T: cover your ears kids, mommy has some words to say + oh, a broken bone

M: literal cursing tirades + maybe one organ that is peeking out like Pennywise

Applicable AO3 Ratings If You Don’t Write Porn

G- nothing objectionable

T- the fuck word

M- organs, outside

E- organs, outside, lovingly described

Dahlia is Jack the Ripper confirmed

This is my first playthrough and I’m not only sure this girl did this murder in this game but I’m starting to suspect she did lots of other murders in this and other games and also in real life

the day you say sorry to the air is the day i die

i should say sorry to the air, i take too much of it-

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

@dead-deadashell this reminded me of you

you're fucking weird dude

she found it, she can now breathe slightly easier

Alaska invaded Europe and won

Snow all year round, motherfuckers

Wtf I just found this on the presidents computer???

ok google, how do I post "regularly" or at least enough that no one assumes that I am dead

thank you

I was once in a place where no one could hear my screams. My screams were loud once, loud and demanding and begging to be set free.

But they grew weak, growing weaker as my hope to be heard was lost. I was trapped, I didn't know where I was, time did not exist, and I was alone.

My children... my little twins... would they even remember me?

...

There is a small crack beneath my fingers. It feels rough, the first texture I've felt in so long. There is no feeling in the darkness, nothing to cling onto, nothing to cry into.

The crack grows and grows. I see flashes of violet and swirls of red-orange that highlight my palms, the first light in hundreds, thousands of years maybe.

The crack becomes so large that it breaks and two hands reach out in the darkness as the familiar burn of lightning and flames crackle on my skin, illuminating the shadows.

I take them and my screams are released; a small, weary, liberated cry is among them:

"Thank you."

shoutout to the wonderful person who made this(i randomly found this on pinterest lol), I can now tell the world that I am a bisexual witch

procrastination keeps me from updating my spells though

happy pride month everyone, rainbows for all of you!