Clever Euphemisms

Watch and learn what I mean.


Tell me that they’re wrong. Tell me that they’re the ones lying. Tell me that  they’re just slandering your name. Tell me that you’ve been honest with me. Tell me that you haven’t been stealing from me. Tell me that you’ve been worthy of my trust. Tell me that I’m not wasting my time when I stand up for you. Tell me that you haven’t slowly driving a dagger into my back. Tell me that you haven’t smiled the whole time.

Lie to me one more time.


I have climbed over a lot bodies in the past twenty years. I telly you the deepest, darkest secret. Not all of them were henchmen and villains. Some people have crossed me. Some people thought that they could take me on. Some people thought that they could steal from me. Thieves, usurpers, and leeches have found themselves suddenly separated from their corporeal forms. There was a time when such things were understood. There was a time when I didn’t need to explain such things.


I’ve stolen from many men and women. Some I’ve looked in the eye when I did, and some looked in the eye as they died. Really, none of it matters. There are always more travelers and more of me. I always thought that I was fighting and stealing for a better life. I was never supposed to spend this long at this life. Where was that big score? Life has taken a lot from me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to take that back. One day, I stole away some trivium and met you that day. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve much more in store for us.









i never have liked the “just girly things” series.

I love these.

This is absolute perfection

this is the saddest post I’ve ever seen

the move on one and the missing your friends one FUCKING KILL ME INSIDE

sends chills down my spine.

Oddly beautiful.

i thought the first one said ‘littlearsonistthings’

How many times can I reblog this in one setting? It eviscerates me emotionally.

(via anna-221b)

Love Interest

I spend too much time thinking about you. You’re what I think about before I go to bed at night, and you’re what I think about when I first wake up. I’ve wanted the best for your since we first met. I hate every moment we spend apart. Every moment we spend together is a snapshot I cherish. You made world better. I just want to make sure that your world is better because of me.


I’ve always worried about from whence I stole you. A life of privilege, if only a gilded cage. Your whims were catered to; even if your will was subverted. That tower I stole you away from; it haunts my nightmares. Not the monsters I’ve slain, not the villains I’ve crushed, not even the people I couldn’t save; I am only haunted by the threat of your expectation. Crippling anxiety grips me when I look for any gift, be it birthday, holiday, or anniversary. There is that lingering voice that tells me that I’m not of noble blood, that I’m not rich enough, and that I’m far too plain to keep you. This is what drives my sleep away. This is the harbinger of my drunkenness. The fear that I will lose you because I am just not enough.


This is the thing. You have to take anything you want. If you think you deserve it; no one is going to give it to you. You see competition? Good, you aren’t blind. Be where the next one isn’t. Take what they want before they even know that they want it. You need to dominate every square inch that isn’t already occupied. You can’t leave ANY room for the competition. Be where they aren’t, be where they want to be before they know it. Do not take any hits that you don’t have to take.

It’s not just business; it’s love.