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sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

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EYES: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other HAIR: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other BODY TYPE: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular SKIN: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored GENDER: Male | Female | Trans | Cis | Agender | Genderfluid | Other SEXUALITY: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic | Heteroromantic | Biromantic | Panromantic | Aromantic | Demiromantic SPECIES: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer? | Incubus/Succubus | Other EDUCATION: High School | College | University | Higher Education | GED | Other I’VE BEEN: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused | Shot POSITIVE TRAITS: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless LIVING SITUATION: Lives alone | Lives with parent(s)/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless | Depends on verse PARENTS/GUARDIAN: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Sibling RELATIONSHIP: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated | Depends on verse I HAVE A(N): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | PTSD | Verse Dependent THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved themselves | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a Fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable | Clumsy | Rebellious | Emotional
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i’m  calm,  i know the secret. i know what’s coming and i know  no one can stop me,  including myself.  i kill people i like.  some of them  beg  for their life. i don’t feel sad,  i don’t feel anything.  it’s a filthy world we live in.  it’s a filthy goddamn helpless world.  and honestly i feel like i’m helping to take them away from the  shit  and the  piss  and the  vomit  that run in the streets. i’m helping to take them somewhere  clean, and kind.                                                          DO YOU THINK I’M CRAZY ?
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Do not go gentle into that good night,  Old age should burn and rave at close of day;  Rage, rage against the dying of the light.  Though wise men at their end know dark is right,  Because their words had forked no lightning they  Do not go gentle into that good night.  Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright  Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,  Rage, rage against the dying of the light.  Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,  And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,  Do not go gentle into that good night.  Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight  Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,  Rage, rage against the dying of the light.  And you, my father, there on that sad height,  Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.  Do not go gentle into that good night.  Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas (via me-myself-and-that-guy)

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killingyves
shows that shouldn’t have been cancelled ♢ the borgias
“I was born with a stain. A mark. Like the mark of Cain, but it is the mark of my father, my family. The mark of Borgia. I have tried to be other than I am. And I have failed. And If I have failed you in the process, I am truly sorry.”
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His is not a blessed name. There is blood in his footsteps; There are ghosts in his breath. His scars chart no constellations; His voice speaks no prayers. His fingers hold guns, not caresses; His lips form screams, not kisses. But I feel sunlight in the warmth of his skin and trace mountains in the peaks of his spine. His lungs breathe my name with his winter; His bones carry my touch with his sins. And I find peace in his war. I find home in his exile. This is not a sacred love.

keep your angels and your heaven; I love a damned boy, and he loves me (j.p.)

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