nextdoornightmare:

vindictiveserpentine:

Mm.

Hey darling, what’s up.

Nothing much. I’ve gone back to some my more ‘natural’ roots, and it just feels better. 

And how are you, dear? 

Mm.

nextdoornightmare:

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hm69:

touch me, feel me, ignite my FIRE

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nextdoornightmare:

It’s going…well, ok I guess. I don’t really have been doing anything so far but arranging the cave. And it has started raining and doesn’t promise to stop anytime soon. Otherwise, everything is dead still here.

I’m sorry. I would offer to liven things up and send you my hellish children, but I highly doubt that your employer would let me have them back, somewhat alive and not under any sort of control. 

(Source: vindictiveserpentine)

nextdoornightmare:

Unfortunately both went out of vogue for the most part, so we’ll have to deal with the sad life of 12st century.

Self-sufficiency tribulations aside, how are you?

Ah, and there is the tragedy of our stories. Oh well. 

I’m fine. Enduring the trials of parenthood. Chasing one toddler while another is beginning to experience his crawling stage. And yourself? How goes the job? 

(Source: vindictiveserpentine)

nextdoornightmare:

vindictiveserpentine:

How bittersweet life tastes when you are forced to be self sufficient. 

You could always join piracy like I did ;)

Hello sweetheart. 

Ah, but I had not a taste for it when I was younger, I highly doubt I will now. If we are talking about what we did in our youth, then why not I find a job in embalming services. 

Good evening, dear. 

How bittersweet life tastes when you are forced to be self sufficient. 

radioactiveroadkill:

and then theres this asshole. 

radioactiveroadkill:

and then theres this asshole. 

(Source: kadaverism)

bloodystallion:

You feel your heart wrench in your chest and it takes you a while before you remember how to walk again before you slowly make it to the door. You bang and plead for him to come out, begging him to forgive you.

You bundle up in the comforter and curl up on the bed, glaring at a spot on the wall as you waited for the anger to subside. After a while you hear him banging on the door and begging for something. After a few minutes of it you, for reasons unknown to you, get out of the bed and crack the door open to glare at him. 

(Source: vindictiveserpentine)