you know that monster in monsters inc who’s like i’m watching you… always watching… that’s me

have you had water today ?

oh my god a rare kenna sighting

sometimes i come back on here and remember i once knew how to write things that weren’t silly song to my daughter

damn my corpse isn’t even cold and i have rip off clones popping up

me on halloween: maybe i sneaky return my life becoming a trainwreck since then: well that was a fucking lie

happy halloween love ur fave ghost

what’s up pumpkins

first the clown. now the skull. will we ever know peace?

" if you could live anywhere, where would you go? " says @scribare, and confusion writes symphonies in the gentle curve of her eyebrows, the slight upturn at the left - side of her lips; expression almost characteristic of every time he bursts through doors with an increasingly bizarre question. she's too used to the trapdoor of questioning, knows all the ways the ground can fall out from beneath her feet and leave nothing but the echo of her screaming in it's wake. the truth is, in her acceptance that to be human means to rely on the hands of others, she has made him her northern star, used every breath he takes to centre her on the path she must take, shrouded himself in the nature of the one thing she cannot have. home. it's a silly word, the beginning and end of all things, and his to own, his to hold. " is this your way of telling me you've been offered a new contract? " but it doesn't fit right, doesn't map out to the way that she knows him; jamie has learnt loyalty the hard way, clawed his way back to someone he respects and she cannot imagine how he would consider leaving, not now, not when it's all been going so well. she taps out a familiar tune on the wood of the table, winces almost at the ink stains marking her fingertips, a reminder that nothing ever stays perfect for long, that she's only ever been good at messing things up. " italy. we had a house there when i was growing up, this tiny place up in the mountains, and i used to walk miles and miles with a book every day and no one could find me. it used to be where i was happiest. "