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My muse is a jerk. My muse likes to play with peoples emotions. My muse isn’t always going to be friendly. My muse may just backstab your muse. This does not mean I am my muse. Thank you.

(via 10631)

                                 As i saw that many people are interested in those                                  borders and the other giveaways that i came across                                  on my dashboard aren’t going to have everyone win                                  i thought i host a small giveaway myself. also i reach                                  a milestone very soon and i thought it would be nice                                  to do a giveaway again. i’m not sure yet how many                                  people will get a pair of matching customized borders                                  but i guess i’ll see how high the interest is and decide                                  then. of course there are some rules too. you must be                                  following me. unfollowing afterwards is rude. i actually                                  want to interact with you guys, no matter what fandom.                                  likes and reblogs count both. this will last until                                                        tomorrow night, 3 am GMT+1 

THEME GIVEAWAY ;; *｡٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧*｡

             i’m going to be quite quiet the next few days so have a giveaway              as my apologly. one ( or two ) people will get a new  theme!  you              must  be following me ( don’t be a loser and  just  follow  for  the              giveaway ), you must be a roleplay blog, likes and reblogs count.              ends october 23rd.

                                                       theme examples ;                                                       one. two. three. four.

n.t. (via astrasperas)

"It was a sudden need I felt. One doesn't get to see too           many different faces when normally restrained to one place."

Natalie Dormer for People Magazine

"Positive" Murder Terminology

Strangulation: Surprise neck hugs

Stabbing: Chest-based metal contribution

Beating to death: All-over fist bumps

Death by chainsaw: Cosmetic torso re-arrangements

Drowning: Extreme baths

Burning alive: Emergency heat increases

Shooting: 9mm face presents

Cannibalism: Anatomical appropriation

Skinning: ultra-close shaving

Necrophilia: Necromance

Decapitation: long-term height adjustment

I just want my hands around your wrists                                                                                                and my teeth on your throat.

Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we’re in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye.

so tell me, how does heaven taste?

"Are you actually planning on fucking me anytime soon?” She leaned in the doorway, nothing more than the black fabric covering her body. Marisol wasn’t one woman to be left unsatisfied. And if they couldn’t cope with her needs she’d find someone else that would. And her being absolutely straightforward with those things she would let the other know exactly that.                   “Or do you want to continue — whatever— you’re doing over there?” she                                              gestured in the way of the other, “If so, I think I might just find                                                                           myself someone else.”

          “Now wouldn’t it be a shame to destroy this beautiful face of yours, sweety?”, her tone was sweet while she spoke but there was something underneath it, something cold. Marisol seemed to enjoy playing with them, scratching the knife of hers over the sensible skin of the other, the unmistakable unique smell of fear flowing out of every pore and lingering in the air around them.              ”Tell me why you broke into my apartment and I might grace                         you with your worthless life. Now, sweetheart, choose wisely.”

"If you want me to stay here you need to bring me more                                                                  alcohol. Like two minutes ago.” Her whole attitude couldn’t be more rude. The way she looked around, scrutinized everything and kept this boring expression made clear what she thought about this … party. Although this shouldn’t be called a party. The Alcohol wouldn’t make her drunk but she could atleast pretend it would.                                                                     “Remind me — why exactly are we here again?”

"Do you really want me?——                         Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins?”