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        She’d fucked up.  The  wolf  had  let  the
           other  get  the  best  of  her.   It  wouldn’t  have
           necessarily been  a  problem  had  it not been
           done  in  a such  a  busy place.  She’d  hid her
           body  as  best she could  in  the  small thicket
           of woods situated  right beside  the  apartment
           complex  and  liquor store.  As  she  begun  to
           walk away,  not incredibly sure she was happy
           with her work, she heard footsteps. In the dark,
           she   could   only  make    out  that    it   was  a
           masculine figure. Lips parted and words with a
           soft edge poured out.

                           “You don’t wanna go that way.”

Gravity
artist:A Perfect Circle
album:Thirteenth Step

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    &.   i’ve spent quite a while catching up on my
          other blog but  now i’m here  and  i noticed
          that i gained  a  mass following due to that
          open  post.   thanks  for  following!   would
          anyone like a starter?

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  Her lips are dry and chapped,  tiny specks  of blood
  dotting them. The winter had  been cold in her neck
  of the  woods  and  without proper shelter,  her body
  was feeling  the  affects of it.  Rosemary’s skin was
  paler than usual,  her eyes were sunken in  —  she
  looked  like  one might expect  a  homeless person 
  would during this time  of year.  Perhaps onlookers
  wouldn’t bat  an eye at her  as  she  dug through the
  trash, but she wasn’t looking for food  or  clothes or
  valuables  necessarily.   She’d   just   dropped  her
  favorite knife during   her previous excursion in the
  garbage. The sound of footsteps on the concrete of
  the  alley  drew  her  attention  back  to  reality and
  Rosemary tilted her head at the newcomer.

                                      “What?”

grimpancakes:

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      “None of your fuckin’ business, doncha think.”
      He’s run into her type before. They don’t wince
      at the bite, don’t flinch at the flicker of pocket knife,
      the flexions of their arms are open bays for cigarette burns.
      He wasn’t sure what to think of them, but did they get the
      instincts going.

      ”Ain’t your daddy to spoon-feed you. Ya should’ve taken care
      of that yourself.”

      There is another long pause as he watches the road unfurl
      in acerate bunches of highlighted asphalt.

      ”There’s pizza left in the box. Look behind ya.”

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      Her head turned  to  the box,  flipping  it  open and
      inspecting the cold mess.  Taking a large bite out
      of it,  she’d chew  for  a  moment before speaking.
      Leaning forward from her position in the backseat
      to  rest  her  head  on the back  of  the  passenger
      seat’s headrest, Rosemary perused the darkness
      before them. 

         "You don’t have to be my daddy.
                   You’d be a shit daddy anyway.“

     Had they not been so busy,  she’d have gone out and
     found  her  own  meal.  Dependency wasn’t  her thing.
     Despite  the  exhaustion  that   had  been  forcing  her
     eyelids  to  close  a  mere hour ago, the brunette was
     overcome  with   restlessness.  She  needed   to   do
     something.  And  so,  without  any  bit  of  warning or
     hesitation, she’d attempt to crawl over the console to
     slide into the passenger side seat.

about the blogger

bold what’s true about you

I am under 18.
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
l am right handed.
I am ambidextrous.
I am a little shy around the opposite sex.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy folk music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent. 
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl. 
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have or had broken a bone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings. 
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I like Michael Jackson.
I love sleeping.
I love to shop.
I own 100 CDs or more.
I own and use a library card.
I read books for pleasure in my spare time. 
I sleep a lot during the day.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am wearing socks.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.

I have/had:

Finished college. 
Smoked cigarettes.
Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four movies in one night.
Been broken up with.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Been in a hurricane.
Been in a cyclone
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Cut myself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day. 
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Skipped school.
Gotten in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.  
Loved someone you shouldn’t have.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Had more than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Gotten straight A’s. 
Been handcuffed. 

My hair is naturally the color:

Light brown
Medium brown
Dark brown
Blond
Black
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blond
Multicolored 
Red

My eyes are:

Brown
Dark Brown
Blue
Green
Hazel
Light brown
Grey

People sometimes label me as:

Slut.
Boyish.
Colorful.
Ugly.
Nerd.

Some of my biggest fears are:

Spiders/other insects.
Slimy things.
Dying/Afterlife.
Doctor/dentist appointments. 
Hospitals.
Needles. 
Disease. 
Being alone in the dark.
Heights/Falling.
Small spaces.
Oceans/large bodies of water.
Large animals.
Small animals.
Open spaces.
Lightning/Fire.
Tornadoes.
Clustered holes.  
Bodily fluids.
Corpses.
Thunder/loud noises.

I have:

A friend with benefits.
A laptop in my room.
A television in my room.
Good grades.
My own car. 
Parents who are still married.
A dog.
A cat.
A game console.

You Don't Own Me
artist:Lesley Gore