nobody missed this

Little Miss Nobody - On 31 July, 1960, the body of a little girl was discovered in Sand Wash Creek Bed, Congress, Arizona. She had been partially buried and estimated to be between five-years-old and seven-years-old and had been dead for approximately two weeks. It was noticed that whoever had partially buried the young girl, had attempted to dig a number of prior graves. Her natural brunette hair had been dyed an auburn colour, presumably in an attempt to conceal her identity. She was wearing white shorts and a checked blouse along with sandals that had been cut to fit her small feet. A small, bloody, pocketknife was discovered near her body, however, her cause of death could not be determined. Despite a thorough investigation, the identity of the little girl was never uncovered. Locals donated money to give “Little Miss Nobody” a proper burial, with a local florist and mortuary providing funeral services.


Emily Deschanel & David Boreanaz - BTS vs Scenes (s1-7)

You think you’re doing fine. You go along with your life as if it didn’t matter. As if it didn’t hurt. Then suddenly, out of the blue, it hits you like tsunami waves, crashing mercilessly. Over and over again. Your eyes are dry but your heart is in pain. It’s crushing and breaking and tearing all at the same time. You miss that person. You miss that person for how they made you feel. For all memories, good and bad, they gave you. For the worry and the anger and the love and the care. You ponder for a second. You wonder if you truly miss that person, or if it’s just the loneliness speaking. Is it because you’re doing nothing now, talking to nobody that you miss that person? Or have you been missing them all along, it’s just taken you this long to acknowledge that? You’d like to think that it’s the latter but, really, it’s both. You’re constantly missing that person subconsciously. The loneliness only magnifies the longing. Everyday you’re fighting that loneliness. You try to overcome the sorrow it brings, but today just isn’t one of those days. Instead of wallowing, you look on the bright side. You remember the good that that person gave you. You realise that, although that person hurt you, you’re still grateful. That person made you realise things you didn’t know about yourself. How, when you love, you become a pushover. You’d do anything so as not to compromise what you both have. And you shouldn’t be like that. Not all the time. It’s alright to give in sometimes, but don’t make it a habit. You’re making yourself vulnerable. You learn that putting what you want first, isn’t always a bad thing. That if that person truly loved you, they wouldn’t put themselves in a position to lose you. Then, after all the thinking and wondering, your heart is kind of at peace…for now. Being able to release all this emotion, will greatly lift the burden in your heart. You’ll feel lighter. But it would be foolish for you to believe that it won’t come back. The heart is a fickle and finicky thing. But when it does come back, you’ll know how to handle it. You’ve done this before. Just remember what you’ve given and remember that loving yourself first is more important. Value yourself in the way that that person wasn’t able to do. Take a deep breath. Smile. You’re good to go. You got this.
—  dext-erous 

This applies to all ships around the world. Fictional or real life. I don’t need anymore hate on my blog.

Originally posted by multi-fandamn

RP starters: Heated argument.

content warning: death baiting.

  • “Are you even listening to me?”
  • “Leave. Leave right now.”
  • “What more do you want?!”
  • “I really wish you were never born.”
  • “I hate you!”
  • “Can you just fuck off already?”
  • “Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”
  • “All you do is whine.”
  • “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
  • “I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”
  • “How did that feel?”
  • “Oh my god, I don’t care!”
  • “No wonder nobody likes you.”
  • “Is this how little you think of me?”
  • “That hurt you son of a bitch…”
  • “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”
  • “Leave me alone!”
  • “I can break your nose if I want to.”
  • “Are you going to cry now?”
  • “I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”
  • “You’re so pathetic!”
  • “I won’t forget this.”
  • “I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”
  • “Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”
  • “I have a right to be angry.”
  • “This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”
  • “Get out of my life!”
  • “You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”
  • “You ruined everything.”

the blog will run on queue from tonight [Feb 23rd] until march 6th, at least, which means i won’t be able to reply to your asks or messages. i think i will close the asks until i’m back. 

here are the links i get most asks about:

updates page - what i’m working on, what’s getting updated, etc.
fic recs blog - i reblog my favorite fics here, so if you’re looking for something, it might be there
- all other links are here

i don’t know when i’ll be updating what because i won’t be able to write for the next two weeks, so getting asks about it only makes me feel worse. i mean, i wish i could write all day every day, but i won’t be able to do anything, and when i get back, i’ll have to catch up with all my uni work that i’ll miss while i’m on this trip, so bear with me! the first things i’ll update will be sin city and benefits because i made most progress with those two this week. :)

He could offer me everything, you know. His time. His attention. He always lets me know he loves and cares about me. He always looks out for me, always sticks by my side when I need someone. Things you don’t do. He could give me the world, treat me like a princess. But he isn’t you. Nobody will ever match up to you. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I’m in love with you, it’s not like you treat me as if I’m a queen, hell, I don’t even know if you still feel the same. But God damn, am I in love with you.
—  He isn’t you, nobody will ever be you
Rapture Gothic

- Try as you might, you cannot remember the sky. You ask friends and neighbors about it, but they just stare at you before retreating. Later that day, you notice a dark figure following you. 

- At the market one day, you see a woman with no nose and filthy hair. She waves at you and whispers something, looking strangely distorted, before the crowd swells and you lose track of her. Later, you realize she’s told you happy new year. 

- People are going missing. Nobody mentions it, not even you, but you wake one morning to find surgeons leaning over you in a dark exam room. You try to speak but can only communicate in low groans.

- Do not trust the parasite. Do not listen to the parasite. Do not obey the parasite. You used to think Ryan was referring to people, but there’s something squirming under your skin and someone chanting in your ear.

- War is coming. War is coming. War is here.

- A  strange-looking man asks you if you know your family well. You go to tell him yes, but gag out blue butterfly before hearing yourself say no, instead. You go home and try to forget anything happened.

- People say Fontaine is dead, but sometimes you swear you can hear him laughing.

- There’s blood in the streets. There’s blood on the walls. There’s blood everywhere. You try take a sip of water, but you find it is both red and coppery. You swallow anyway.

- The big daddy is there. The big daddy has always been there. He was there before you and will be there after.

- The roof is leaking in Apollo Square. The roof is leaking in Paupers Drop. The roof is leaking Fort Frolic, in Arcadia, in Siren Alley. Even when you can’t see it, you can feel the droplets hitting you. No one else notices.

- You hear the little girl’s voice from beside the wall. You hear the little girl’s voice from behind the wall. You hear the little girl’s voice from inside the wall.