mom's death

anonymous asked:

can you die already

•god i wish
•idk i gotta ask my mom first
•ladies first
•death is too big of a commitment for me idk if i can do that
•but then you couldn’t send me anons/but then i’d never get your anons again :(
•"That doesn’t even rhyme.“
-scott pilgrim
•"I have no plans to die today.”
•"I don’t give a tuppeny fuck about your moral conundrum, you meat-headed shit sack.“
-Gangs of new york
•"You’re an emotional fucking cripple. Your soul is dogshit. Every single fucking thing about you is ugly.”
-Bad Santa
•"You are nothing. If you were in my toilet, I wouldn’t bother flushing it. My bathmat means more to me than you.“
-Swimming with Sharks
•"You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick.”
-The Witches of Eastwick
•Anon, let me “explain and use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced baffoon”: [insert clever Elliot saying here]
•"You’re a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.“
-Toy Story
(I literally just copy and pasted this from what Isaak wrote).

if you’re gonna send me anon hate try making it creative. here are some fun ideas from Isaak @n3bul4r :)

so i guess…the point with all this tragic backstory for belle is that the plague is bad? um, we know this???

this movie legit tried to make her mom’s death a whole secret her dad wouldn’t share. when it’s the plague! hey kevin kline, she’d understand! jesus, this movie’s penchant for dramatics is all over the place

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.