Reminder I am now here >>>> insxnevictor :)
Well since tumblr has decided to lock me out and is refusing to let me log back in to update my details, I have to make a new blog. Three years of hard work here down the drain. Please follow me on my new blog when I make it (though I'll have to have a different URL 💔) I know the details, I could tell them the details but they want me to change my password so I can't get in and therefore their security system can't do anything. Why do I need to change my password now as it has been the same for three years?!?! Why?!?!?! Fuck you tumblr, just fuck you.
Looks like I'm going to have to move to a new blog thanks to tumblr being unable to help even though they have locked me out. I know my login details, I have just been royally screwed over as I cannot access my email, something I only learnt recently.
Can't login to this account on my laptop because tumblr is making me change the password but has emailed the details to an email I cannot access, help?!?!?
Guys, I just officially finished my degree.
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Tell me why you followed me and what made you stay.
Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.
Send “Do you know how beautiful you are?” to see how my muse responds.
Send me "Is that my shirt?" for my muses reaction to getting caught wearing your muses shirt
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
please fuel my ego and tell me what your favorite thing about me is
If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.
I feel like I’m really struggling to find my place in this community at the moment. I love my muse and I don’t want to delete my blog but I’m starting to wonder if it has just come to an end of its own accord. I’ll try and bring it back when all my assessments are over, but what if that doesn’t work?
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