INDEFINITE HIATUS
• Alright, so I hate this, and it hurts me more than you know, given that Mal was the first character to even make me want to stick with tumblr rp but... remember when I said I would never let Mallory go? Well... I feel like I must. the reality of it is that coming on here feels more like a task, an obligation, than something I WANT to do. It feels like I’m forcing myself to, & my muse for her is not even truly existent anymore; I don’t even know when the last time I r e p l i e d to something in here was, & it just??? I don’t know, it makes me feel like I’m just reblogging things for reblogging, & it’s sad. I don’t evenlikeit anymore, so I’m going to be off. Playing Mal was one of the best things I’ve done, & I’m SO grateful for her story & the f r e e d o m it gave me to play parts of me, as well as all the people it allowed me to meet, but my journey with her has come to an end.
Thus, I say goodbye; I’m in no way leaving tumblr rp, I still have Anne Boleyn, Annabelle Marloe ( now my only OC ), & I’m in the works of making a book version of Bonnie McCullough from The Vampire Diaries very soon ( because while Mallory is gone from my head, my need to use Holland Roden as an FC r e m a i n s ), so you are all free & welcome to follow me over on those places. Much love to all 500+ people that stuck with me up ‘till now, & if you still want me around, just follow me on those three other girls. Thank you; forever, thank you.
Goodbye. x •
#• out of costume •#• author psa •#• this hurts so fucking much like Mal is a huge part of my RP story but omfg I have to do it. If I don't want to end up hating her in the#end I just need to do it. So yeah sorry to everyone. Group C stuff can still be a thing if you want it but I won't be part of it. Again#thank you so much. And if you stil want to talk to me feel free to follow me on all those other accounts. xx •
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Sometimes quiet is violent
Car Radio, Twenty One Pilots (via onlylyrics)
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My heart’s feelings wage war with my mind’s judgement, and I am the casualty.
dantherager (via likethcrns)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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i’m gonna fight ‘em off a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back
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I’m cold and my footsteps
echo like a verdict,
spoken by an entire nation, Guilty, guilty.
Ai, “Knock, Knock,” Vice. (via literarymiscellany)
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I do not say that I have always borne towards the King the humility which I owed him, considering his k i n d n e s s & the great honour he showed me & the great RESPECT he always paid me; I admit too, that often I have taken it into my head to bejealousor him… But may God be my witness if I have done him any other wrong.
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She uses a knife for punctuation.
American Surrealist poet, J. Karl Bogartte | from “Auré” (via lesgardenias)
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The way you look is angelic; however, the way you touch is sinful.
dantherager (via dahlia–noir)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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You said that you feel nothing;
Then why does that nothing
Break your heart?
trying to understand my thoughts (via parasitiisms)
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I’m watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don’t deserve them. Her warm memories. I’d like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via reichandwrong)