As I Dance, You Watch.

how-far-to-asgaard:

Amuse me.

Please do :3

(Source: london-umbrage-is-falling-down)

The gate closes, and I’m running for my dear life. The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground becomes more and more audible from behind. I bite my lip and run harder, trying to escape. They found me, I don’t even know how, but they did. I can’t see through the foliage infront of me, but I dash off in a sideways motion, going adjacent to the footsteps behind me. Maybe I can get away, maybe I can make it. Theres only four of them left, and they’re starving, so they won’t last too much longer. I hold my breath and slowly climb some ivy that’s grown up a tall maple tree, so as not to make any noise. A scream comes from a few trees away, and an echoing thud as the girl hits the ground. I smirk, knowing she’s stumbled into my trap. I set the bullet in place and cock the gun. It’s a small pistol, but the bullets do a lot of damage. I jerk the trigger, and a piercing male scream rings out. I spring tree to tree, too quick for them to catch me. I lean back and shoot twice, and see a pale red-head drop to the ground jerking with each bullet to the shoulder. Two left, and they’re in my grasp, but I decide to give them a shot. They have spears, they have guns, they can kill me, easily. I sit out on a limb, in a squatting position, and spit some seeds down to the ground below as they watch me. With a laugh, I catch the spear he attempts to throw at me, and pull it up next to me. “You’re weak, move on or give up,” I say, nodding towards the girl especially. This was my territory and I didn’t like these random gangs showing up to drag me back. I ran away for a reason, and I’m not about to let them turn me in. I throw the spear right through her chest, and she drops. The boy below me jumps over her body, screaming as he does, and I jump a few trees away, silently flitting through the branches. “You’re going to die! You’re going to die for this!! YOU KILLED HER!!,” He screams. I listen into the night, waiting for someone to come for me, but they never do. I slink down the tree, slowly, listening for any signs of movement other than my own. I turn swiftly, knife up, and catch his throat in a headlock. “What’re you going to do now?! HUH!,” I whisper, as he squirms and speaks mumbled phrases I can’t understand. “Lights out,” I laugh, cruelty rising in the bitter edges of my voice. I raise the knife and slit his throat and listen to him drown in his own blood as I walk away, cocking the pistol just before turning back to shoot him. I shake my head in bitter determination, I’m not going back. I sip on some spring water and creep into an abandoned cabin in the clearing. The night grows darker still and I settle in, throwing my bag down on the bed. I work on the blood spots on the side, and take a deep breath of the rusty smell. Nobody is taking me back now..

aquabatgirl:

BLACK = I would date you.

GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.

(Source: miamiwhiteshark)

I love you

Я люблю тебя

Te amo.

Je t’aime

Is breá liom tú

Ich liebe dich

Anonymous asked: violet and yellow.

Five Turn ons:

1.) Biting my neck

2.) Pulling my hair

3.) Kissing my neck

4.) Massaging my neck

5.) Biting my lower lip

The one thing I love depends on whether it’s a material object or not. If it’s a person, then it’s gotta be the person I’m in a relationship with. If it’s a material object.. Internet/Music.

cookiefly1000 asked: Red. :P

Seven Insecurities:

1.) I feel fat

2.) My clothes are either too big or too tight

3.) People think I’m a bitch

4.) I’m ugly

5.) People know when I fake smile

6.) People think I’m a slut

7.) People know my past when I don’t want them to.