My Fatal Flaw Is That If I Don't Want To Do Something I Just Won't Do It Like Mama Raised A Quitter For

“I like people who crave adventure as much I do,” you date says, their eyes beaming. Your date is the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. In a panic, you grab your phone and order a taxi to Washington. Your plan - a nice little tour of the White House, overthrow the Pentagon and the government and win your date’s heart.

me: wow i have so much work to do

me: *goes on tumblr*

me: *watches a movie*

me: *reads a novel*

me: *takes a nap*

me: *climbs a mountain*

me: *backpacks through europe*

me: why am i not getting anything done

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

for anyone that missed taylor’s speech 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

The story is as always; heroes and villains, good vs evil. And there, between the black and white there’s you, the grey.

You are the information broker known as Delphi, neutral to both parties and able to assist either. You are known for having all the info, which can only be acquired with the right price. Some secrets cost just money, but the most valuable ones can only be paid with another secret of equal or higher value.

One day, in the middle of a great conflict, the hero meets with you, and asks you the key question. You warn them of the high price, because you are not sure if their secrets will pay it. The hero just grins, leans in and whispers.

You instinctively know that the secret they just told you is of even greater importance than the info they wanted. Shocked to the core, you numbly tell them what they came to know, and they grin, full of mischief and say:

“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, from now on, Delphi.”

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

“If I die, I want you all to know that I’m no hero, but I’m sure as hell not a coward.”

submitted by awkwardsociopathicteen

“You kill people like it’s going out of style.”

Write a love story between a very optimistic, happy-go-lucky funeral director and a depressed, negative wedding planner

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU