- Person i follow that also follows me: *reblogged from you*
- Me: That's right... Now you're my bitch.
Open a document/journal/etc with your original writing.
Scroll/flip to your last page.
Reblog with your last line.
I will never forget the day one of my closest friends died to save the world.
If she dared to look at him, she’d be looking into a pale reflection of herself.
“Oh, do you?” Danny said, eyeing them warily, “You know, that building of yours in Barton doesn’t go with my curtains, you might wanna think about replacing it.”
Long story short, it took ten minutes of frantic gesturing, broken Russian and Pavel laughing so hard he had to hang onto a chair to keep from falling to get the point across – whatever he had just said was most definitely not what he had intended to say, and the missus had her fool son to blame for that, thank you very much.
It belonged to stinky buses and sweaty classrooms, she thought, and as she woke the noise followed her from dreaming to awake.
One would have thought it would have been simpler to have just eaten that spaghetti.
I returned to my living room where the eager ghoul was creating a small pond of drool on my carpet. I tossed it the humerus I had been saving. ”Take that outside to eat it” I said with faint disgust, and not a minute too soon; the bone was just inside the creature’s mouth. It gave me an apologetic glance (either that or a grimace; it’s so hard to tell) and tucked the bone behind it;s back.
“Now” I said, sitting on my couch, “what’s the message?”
Just let me breathe,
I beg you please!