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Having an argument with an idiot on Twitter. He doesn’t know what a wanktard is. e_e

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I don’t understand how I posted a blank text earlier…I wasn’t even on Tumblr until now. o_e

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It’s 3 in the morning so I’m going to get some sleep, pause paras and return soon.

Night folks.

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just-another-nothing:

It’s three a.m - I’m off to bed.

Shit, time flies. o_o xD

trinityhennings:

destructivedamien:

He looked over at her and shrugged slightly. “I shouldn’t. That’s why I’m doing it, I like doing what I shouldn’t be doing.” Damien smiled slightly and threw the photos down on to the concrete as the flame started getting closer to his fingers. “Yeah, it is. Some memories are shit so you drink them away but we aren’t allowed drinks in here.” He grumbled, he hated that rule with no alcohol. He’d broken it but luckily no one had found out.

“And speaking of here…I heard that you escaped this hell hole, how did you get out?”

Trinity pulled out a flask, took a sip and passed it to Damien. “I know a guy with a welding torch.” She said with a smirk.

“I’ve still got it, I could get out tonight if I wanted.”
Trinity’s little trip was great. She felt…..alive. For once. Sunnyhell was full of depressed people, which sucked some major ass, but sneaking out gave Trinity a thrill that nothing could be compared to.

Damien smirked then removed the cigarette before grabbing the flask and taking a swig. “Yeah but you got caught and now security is even worse. We’re not even meant to be up here now.” He laughed slightly and handed the flask back to her. “I’d like to escape but I wouldn’t leave someone here who I care about…But if you can sneak out anytime then the three of us can get out of this hell hole soon and party all fucking night.” He said with a grin.

He looked over at her and shrugged slightly. “I shouldn’t. That’s why I’m doing it, I like doing what I shouldn’t be doing.” Damien smiled slightly and threw the photos down on to the concrete as the flame started getting closer to his fingers. “Yeah, it is. Some memories are shit so you drink them away but we aren’t allowed drinks in here.” He grumbled, he hated that rule with no alcohol. He’d broken it but luckily no one had found out.

“And speaking of here…I heard that you escaped this hell hole, how did you get out?”

{Para} - |Damien and anyone| 

Damien sat on the roof, looking through his old family photos. He frowned as he looked through them, he’d never be able to see them again and even if they did they’d hate him, except his young brother. He was the only one who understood, his mother thought that Damien’s brother would grow to be as “fucked up” as Damien which would be likely as both of Damien’s parents were fuck ups.

He hadn’t seen Catherine in a couple of days and that wasn’t good for him, seeing her calmed him down. Damien grabbed the lighter out of his pocket and held it to the edge of the photos carefully, watching as the edges started to burn.

So…For my birthday next month, I think that we should get.. 

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There’s always that one teacher that ruins a good school report. e_e

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Tonight, I para…After I eat some shit. xD