𝖒𝖗 𝖛𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

change pronouns as needed.

“ hell is a teenage girl. ”

“ i guess i’m not exactly perfect myself. ”

“ i’m kind of the shit. ”

“ they tell me everything will be okay if i just accept jesus christ into my heart. ”

“ i say the words, but nothing ever happens. nobody comes back. nobody gets off the cross. ”

“ i’m a kicker. ”

“ i recommend you shut the fuck up! ”

“ after the killings began, i started to feel … i don’t know. loose around the edges. ”

“ sandbox love never dies. ”

“ you and me are going out tonight. ”

“ i can kind of see, like, your womb, so … ”

“ ‘salty’ means ‘beautiful’. ”

“ we have stuff in common. that’s why we’re b.f.f.’s. ”

“ it smells like thai food in here. have you guys been fucking? ”

“ frankly, it’s not even a bar. It’s like a bingo hall with tabs. ”

“ you’re just jello because you’re not invited. ”

“ that place is disgusting. everyone in there has a mustache. ”

“ you’re totally jello. you’re lime green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself. ”

“ clubs are for attractive people in populous urban areas. clubs have dj’s and champagne. all we have is a jukebox and a sticker toilet. ”

“ i can’t wait until i’m old enough to get wasted. ”

“ i’ll just play hello titty with the bartender. ”

“ i couldn’t even go to flags the next day. i had to stay home and sit on a bag of frozen peas. ”

“ you want to head somewhere safer? like my van? ”

“ oh, cheese and fries! ”

“ there’s somebody here. ”

“ what’s wrong with you? besides the obvious surface flaws. ”

“ i feel guilty just breathing. ”

“ i’m not saying that to be a dillhole. ”

“ i’m glad you didn’t die. ”

“ you and me would make a totally banging couple. ”

“ feel my heart. i think it’s broken. ”

“ i had another one of my night terrors. ”

“ well, it’s four o’ clock. so technically you had a day terror. ”

“ i dreamed some bad people were trying to nail you to a tree with hammers and big stakes and shit. ”

“ i feel so scrumptious! ”

“ goody for you. ”

“ move on dot org, [ NAME ]! ”

“ crass. it means greedy. exploitative. scummy. ”

“ i feel like boo-boo. my skin is breaking out and my hair is dull and lifeless. ”

“ i went to super target and picked up more condoms. ”

“ i mean, i thought boys like you were really into vermin, death and shit. ”

“ god, that’s so emo. ”

“ i need you frightened. i need you hopeless. ”

“ enough with the screaming. you’re such a cliche. ”

“ but we always share your bed when we have slumber parties. ”

“ i’m not going to bite you. ”

“ they’re basically like agents of satan with really awesome haircuts. ”

“ we’re in league with the beast now, and we have to make a really big impression on it. and to do that, we’re going to have to butcher you. and bleed you. ”

“ i don’t really remember what happened after that. i just know that i woke up and i found my way back to you. ”

“ you’re acting really fucked up. ”

“ i feel so empty. ”

“ god, do you have to undermine everything that i do? ”

“ you’re such a player-hater. ”

“ wow, nice insult, hannah montana! got any more harsh digs? ”

“ you were never a good friend. ”

“ i’m going to eat your soul and shit it out! ”

❛ What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You’ll find out for yourself soon enough. ❜

❛ Death is a long process. Your body is just the first part of you that croaks. Beyond that, your dreams have to die. Then your expectations. Your anger and memories must die. Your ego. Your pride and shame and ambition and hope. ❜

❛ Help me give up my addiction to hope. ❜

❛ Life is short, death is forever. ❜

❛ Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break. ❜

❛ If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes. ❜

❛ We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired. ❜

❛ All the demons of hell formerly reigned as gods in previous cultures. No it’s not fair, but one man’s god is another man’s devil. ❜

❛ I can become someone else, not out of pressure and desperation, but merely because a new life sounds fun or interesting or joyful. ❜

❛ It’s my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities. ❜

❛ You fucked up. Game over. So just relax. ❜

❛ The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul. ❜

❛ If killing you will end my existence as well, be it. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. ❜

❛ I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune but at least I’m not a victim, not any longer. I hope. ❜

❛ Dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you’re lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. ❜

❛ Any concept of right versus wrong, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. ❜

❛ To prove that I exist I must kill you. ❜

❛ I’d say that my life has been a way-too-long case history of chasing rainbows. ❜

❛ The world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard. ❜

❛ Every garden looks beautiful in May. ❜

❛ When we neglect to fear such brittle monstrosity, we render it powerless. ❜

❛ My taste for power continues to grow, as does my ability to accrue it. ❜

❛ Such language! Why don’t you just take a dump in my ears? ❜

❛ You’d be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. ❜

❛ Depending on her mood, she can be more frightening than any demon or devil you might ever run across. ❜

❛ Cross your fingers! Maybe death won’t happen to you. ❜

❛ Do not die while wearing cheap shoes. ❜

❛ Old habits die hard. ❜

❛ It’s our attachments to a fixed identity that torture us. ❜

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”