alter egoes

It seems like Lin was playing an online Cards against Humanity Hamilton edition with some people on here. I thought he quit Tumblr? The bootlegs and stuff were too much? I mean maybe he found out about their game sone other way than Tumblr-which is very likely-but I still feel like I need to delete every trace of my obsess with his existence from this blog….
I guess this is one of those times that “if you wouldn’t say it to your face” is painfully relatable

even though tame impala is demonic i cant stop listening to them recently and i think. new person same old mistakes is the best song (and “feels like we only go backwards”). even though the rihanna cover is better. and “alter ego” is ruined for me but that one is also like pretty good

I am in love with ink,
with the sleek smooth dignity of effortlessly flowing letters on paper.
The messy, smudged up, beauty of quickly drawn words placed
maybe a little too close to your hand.
I sometime imagine dipping my hands into a bucket of thick,
smelly, black ink, just fuming with the scent of mistakes.
Now my hands are gloved in my darkness,
And everything I touch will too be smeared with regret.
My ignorance stamped onto every school project.
My anger splashed on my family’s heads.
I know it’s messed up-
The sane part of me does everything to hide this dirty,
evil, alter-ego soaking through my skin.
But sometimes it’s nice not to put your gloves on every morning.
Sometimes it’s a relief to pull your hands out of the
suffocatingly perfect silk fingertips and let the ink
drip a little.
Otherwise, it just soaks deeper into your skin,
straight to your bones, till there’s no going back.
I have to take the gloves off.
I have to rid myself of this darkness, one way or another
If I don’t take the gloves off,
It’ll truly be the end of me.
—  spilled ink // c.r.h.

wheres the fic where Clark Kent gets caught kissing Batman, and then gets hounded by the media every waking moment because “average civilian is dating Batman!!” and Clarks mourning the loss of his anonymity, meanwhile Bruce thinks its fucking hilarious, enjoy dealing w the press in both of your alter egos now, pretty boy, so Clark waits several months for the whole thing to die down before showing up as Superman to some party Bruce is attending and flying up to Bruce and going “paybacks a bitch” and just full on makes out with him in front of like a million reporters

Can you trust him?” She asks, the cigarette dangling from her fingers. “Can tell him anything without feeling judged? Can you call him and know he’ll answer, or call back as soon as he can? If you’re hurt, and I mean really hurt, will he drop everything and get to you as soon as he can? Will he be there for you when someone you love dies? Will he look after you if you’re sick? Will he hold your hair back after too many tequilas? Will he be there? Does he try to see you, even if he has work early or a busy week?” She holds my gaze as she brings the cigarette to her berry lips. “If the answer is no to any of those things, maybe he’s not the one?
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write// alter ego advice

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G̷̢̛̼̤̟̗̳͔̀̏̂͋̚͘̕o͉̠͙̹̳̜̝̎̑̓́̽͆̈͋ő̧̨͎̗̜̳̻͚̦̩̂͐̏̏̀͝d̵̟͖̤̻̲͔̊̂̑̄͋́͑̽̓̕b͈̬̺̫̬̙̘͌͑͌̔́̈́̕y̛̯̰̰̘̱̞͓̮̽̏͘̚͜ë̷̜̞͙̩̯̩́͗̓̀̊͋̈̊͒̕͟ Ą̵̡̲̖͎̮̣̘̤͚̀̓͆̆̉͛̚n̤̞͓̮̬̙͑̈́͆̅̍̒̍͌͜ţ̶̹̬̫̻̟̬̏̏̽͒̂́̒͂i̸̲͕̪̭̰͉̙͔̇̂̋̍̽͘͢
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