I hate that even though I’m supposedly cut off from all contact to the living world, people from the living world manage to contact me.

I hear them trying, but I can’t talk to them.

Makes me miss Twain…

without you skies would turn gray, things wouldnt be the same, i appreciate you and treasure you just like a thirteen year old and his porn stash

I assume that you are being sincere,
Since you’re the least tactful man I know.
But I find it really charming, my dear.
The fact that you still care is good to know.

i respected you and admired you, and i just want you to know, you made a difference in my life, but then you put a gun in your mouth and blew your brains out

I died because I thought I had lost you
I understand I hurt you; I’m sorry.
Forgive that I didn’t know what to do.
I promise that I still love you deeply.

guns are cool, and they shine, time to get on all fours so jac can make you whine

Why don’t you put that plan into action?
Though I can’t guarantee I won’t fight you.
You know I don’t submit so easily.
I’ll make you come with such satisfaction,
After I tease you, and claw you, and bite you,
That you won’t be able to walk or leave.

(( sasha no that’s creepy as fuck ))

roses are red sometimes theyre pink i think we should fuck right now no time to even think

That was quite a vulgar sentiment Jac,
But I must admit, I cannot refuse.
Torture’s so bad I don’t care if I’m used.
It’s been a while since I’ve been on my back.

if we speak like celestial angels, from the heavens up above, but all our words mean nothing, just like our cold and lonely distant love

You are a good man who shouldn’t have died;
You could have lived a full life without me.
I didn’t know that you would follow me;
I assumed that you had already died.

roses are red and so is blood

Jac, I can’t do that kind of poem. What the Hell…

feralreckoning:

silentwalking:

Not hiding. Just avoiding a few choice people.

But that sounds like a good deal. Wonder how I can get in on it. If I can. The living world sounds a breath of fresh air about now.

I won’t disappear. You have my word. You know my word is good. I will be where you need me when you need me.

I just…

I love you, Jac…and I miss you.

Don’t make me say it again.

yeah me too
could get you in on it
all you gotta do is start shit and they notice you
maybe i could put a good word in and you could come along i mean its always worked better with both of us
pretty much what we was doing before with more glory
and the added perks

still angry at you mind
still gonna punch you in the face
still have lots of shit to tell you

what is your number
could find you that way
i love you too
you kinda regret not saying that as much as you could when you find out they are dead
but im not making a habit of it now
since i mean
its kinda sappy
and youre here
so
yeah

In order to start shit, I’d need to find the time to start anything. I spend most of my time getting over what I have to see.

Didn’t want it to get to me. It’s getting to me anyway.

Shit. Why am I telling you this.

A good punch would probably do me some good right now, Jac. Don’t think you’d be doing me a disservice.

5382356434563. That’s my number.

It’s good to hear you still have feelings for me, too.

I was beginning to doubt.

(( the joke is and always has been that i am actually sashas conscience that he has subconsciously named and im not sure if anyone actually picked up on that ))