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 ❝They were…                         kids that I once knew…                                                                         Now they’re…                                                                                              all D E A D  H E A R T S, to you ❞

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 ❝They were…                         kids that I once knew…                                                                         Now they’re…                                                                                              all D E A D  H E A R T S, to you ❞

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 ❝They were…                         kids that I once knew…                                                                         Now they’re…                                                                                              all D E A D  H E A R T S, to you ❞

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 ❝They were…                         kids that I once knew…                                                                         Now they’re…                                                                                              all D E A D  H E A R T S, to you ❞

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     I’m making another round asking if anyone wants to continue our thread on my new blog. again, no hard feelings if not, just keeping organized. LIKE this, if so. ignore, if not. easy peasy.

“When does fake dating really stop being fake dating anyway?”

“So here’s a strange thought: what if we…”

“Maybe I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“I’ve known you for years and I want to keep it that way.”

“People think we’re dating. They think that very loudly.”

“You’ve been acting weirder than usual, what’s up?”

“Is this… a real date or one of those ‘help me stay away from some asshole’ date?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be serious, it wasn’t. In my head it wants to be otherwise.”

“It was on that day my life changed for the better. Before I met you, it was an epic trash fire.”

“I’ve been having some weird thoughts lately.”

“Do you ever think about the romantic scope of people?”

“We kind of already do almost everything together.”

“Why am I in your phone as… THAT?”

“I’ve been thinking about that ‘Next Step’ thing that people talk about.”

“I need relationship advice and you are the only one who can help.”

“I like sharing my space with you, and… kind of only you.”

“Did you want to try… doing more than this? Maybe?”

“I scared to ruin our friendship…”

“Being best friends was working and it was the safe step but, now…”

“I’ll need time to think about this, it’s… it’s a big thing alright?”

“The people who have wronged me, I have cut out of my life. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“Hey you. Date me. For real. Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

“So someone I know keeps complaining about mutual pining or something like that?”

“I think we fell into that trope… I’m not- I mean…”

feel free to change these to your liking !

it wasn’t a very big world, but neither was i.

are we poor?

why don’t you come down and have your breakfast now?

i’m not coming down.

suit yourself.

you tend to your own marbles.

he won’t let me have a gun.

you count your blessings and stop complaining, both of you.

you look right puny for your age.

i’m little, but i’m old.

there goes the meanest man who ever took a breath of life.

well, judging from his tracks, he’s about six and a half feet tall. he eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch. there’s a long, jagged scar running across his face. his teeth are yellow and rotten. his eyes popped. and he drools most of the time.

aw, i don’t believe you!

he’s liable to come out with his scissors and stab us all.

don’t you say “hey” to me, you ugly girl.

listen to me when i’m talking to you. 

don’t your daddy teach you to respect old people? 

sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.

you look like a picture this afternoon.

i want you to stop tormenting those poor people and stay away from there.

i don’t think we better read anymore tonight, honey. it’s getting late.

can i see your watch?

can i sit with you for a while?

you’re up bright and early.

i’ve been up since four.

have you had breakfast?

i ain’t scared.

i want you back home right away.

do you want to poison yourself?

time for bed.

come on, i’ll tuck you in.

let’s see if you can read this.

what in the sam hill are you doing?

now, now. none of that crying.

you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

there are lots of ugly things in this world, son.

you take that back!

cut the fighting, you hear?

i don’t care what the reasons are. you need to keep your temper under control.

you aren’t old enough to understand some things yet.

if you shouldn’t be defending him, why are you doing it?

not tonight.

don’t you touch him!

why don’t you have a seat? that chair’s mighty comfortable.

will you take me home?

every day i pick a pie, i concentrate all my love on that pie because if i love it, someone else is gonna love it. 

why begin with a negative? like saying, ‘i don’t disagree.’ just say you agree.

can you lock the door behind you?

she’s been upset since last year’s christmas party.

he’s a very needy dog.

when was the last time someone touched you with affection?

a lot going on with that dead girl.

haven’t thought of her since i was 10

don’t remember anything when i was 10.

i had the strangest dream. i was being strangled with a plastic sack.

you were my first kiss.

if you don’t wanna kiss me, it’s okay.

your eye is twitching. 

i’ve lost my train of thought.

i always wondered if you’d come back. 

i’m gonna sleep here, you take the bed. 

i’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me.

i don’t think justice was on the menu, not as an entrée.

i’ll be mad at you if you lie to me.

doesn’t she look like that dead girl?

she looks exactly like that dead girl.

how about we solve my murder and collect the reward? wouldn’t that be poetic?

she’s supposed to be dead. 

you’re supposed to be dead.

are you in love? because it’s that level of stupid.

he was a very, very bad man. he stole stuff off dead people and sold it on the internet.

are you a drug mule?

you can have your pie, but you can’t eat it.

i wish i could give you an emotional heimlich so you could cough up that wad of fear and anxiety, but i can’t.

i lived next door twenty years ago.

cheese? i would recommend the pure goat with blue ash. it has a grassy flavor.

didn’t i kill you?

i can hold my breath for a long time.

do you believe in reincarnation? 

musing on setting someone on fire doesn’t mean you really set them on fire. the thought makes you happy. for a second, then you feel bad, but that second could be fun.

someone should set you on fire for throwing my heart under a bus.

while we’re on the subject of frank and honest, i don’t like that girl.

so, somebody died? how did they die?

do you think dying has made me morbid?

it could be like one of those untraceable poisons. or a four-stage poison, when you have to, like, touch four things before it actually kills the person.

you need to take a coupon for this conversation, redeem it at another date.

the room started spinning. i think it’s my shoes. they’re stiff and they pinch and i think they’re cutting off my circulation.

that was mean, a very mean thing you did.

how are we supposed to find who killed him?

you killed someone? who did you kill?

i didn’t actively kill, i’m not an active killer. i’m not a killer.

i was incapacitated with not being able to think.

you seem decidedly unhappy.

don’t go bothering the customers with this.

i didn’t murder, there was no malice aforethought. okay, maybe accidental, involuntary manslaughter.

returning to the scene of a crime is sloppy.

i am fragile on this issue.

i’m having a martini and going to bed.

am i a human sacrifice?

how did i die? did somebody kill me?

if i could pin my crimes on some dead relative especially some guilty dead relative, i’d certainly consider it.

doesn’t matter whose it was, if whose it was is dead. it’s mine now.

emotions need to be bullied, at least groomed. indulging depression is like indulging a horrible, willful child.

didn’t hear you leave this morning.

i was having conversations with myself.

the radio says there’ll be a full moon.

she seems so young to be leaving home now.

a little girl flew down from the sky on her broomstick.

we always said we’d leave on the perfect night. didn’t we?

i’ve decided to leave tonight.

it’s not really important what color your dress is.

you look just like your mother when she was young.

if things don’t work out, you can always come home.

jeez, what a snob.

won’t we get in trouble?

do any witches live in this town?

i’m going to tell your parents.

it’s very rude to talk to a girl before you’ve been introduced and before you know her name.

you’re kind of old-fashioned, aren’t you?

you sound like my grandmother.

just go away and leave me alone!

i thought for a second i was dreaming.

would you like some hot chocolate?

people don’t seem to like witches in this town.

why didn’t you tell me you have no place to stay?

we have a spare room in the attic.

i wish i had something pretty to wear.

i’m getting sick to my stomach.

crows used to serve witches and do what you told them.

you should come and eat your meal while it’s still warm.

you know that boy stopped by to see you again today.

i’m sorry, i didn’t realize i’d overslept.

hey, who’s your friend?

you know, you can’t be late for every meal just because you have a new girlfriend.

i kind of thought you looked unhappy.