#morbidshit

asdfghjklkjh;’ijkag SPOCKTACULAR. That’s the word I’d use to describe you. No but like you light up my life, because whenever I see your threads I think in my head, “Oh fuck yes, Violet is not the craziest bitch in Murder House.” and idk man you understand me on a psychopathic level (which is pretty unhealthy for two teenage girls but idc). Your writing is A++++++++++++ and you have the most koala tea you own the franchise called koala teavana (do they have those in canada?). Oh, and you’re my canadian friend and July birthday buddy. I just love you so god damn much.

Send me a url and I’ll talk about them 

that’s my favourite knock knock joke ever ngl

—-{♠} “Fuck! No need to be a little bitch.”

♪- Porn Star Dancing- My Darkest Days (I dont even)

♦- >My precious Tulip; oh how I’ve missed stealing your cigarettes and crushing them underneath my shoes for the hell of it. I apologize for my absence, but I won’t apologize for breaking your lighter. Meet me in the basement, like always.

♥-

"I think you’re my next obsession, Tulip. Play your cards right and you could be my favourite flower.”

♯ -

"If I were you, I’d think everything about me was attractive. I’m like a god damn model."

♫- The blond devil has grown to have slight feelings for his living enemy, but would never say such a thing aloud in the home. He expresses such feelings by abusing, mocking, and stealing from Lenore. The nickname he uses for her is a symbol of his feelings towards her— Tate has a thing for flowers.

✉- 

Staring directly in her dark eyes, the blond menace walked up to his living enemy. The basement around them was cold and completely empty as his face moved closer to hers. “I’m going to regret this,” Tate muttered under his breath. Onyx eyes glanced around swiftly to make sure they were alone. He wouldn’t be pleased if his other flower was spying. Their lips met then, but only for a moment before Tate slyly smiled at Lenore.The devil disappeared into thin air.

♚-

"Fuck’s sake," The boy muttered as his arms opened towards the girl. "I hate you, you know." Tate’s arms wrapped perfectly around Tulip’s waist, his face nuzzled into her neck. He would never admit it- but he enjoyed the embrace.

☑ - (since I don’t write smut this sucks I’m sry)

Not true what so ever!! You’re gr9 and ngl I’d be super sad if you left.