⠀⠀⠀❥ 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃; ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꨄ 𝐿𝑈𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑆𝐼 𝑇. 𝐷𝑈𝑁𝐾𝐴𝑁. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Outside of being an absolute crackhead each and every time I talk to you, I just wanted to make an appreciation post. You mean the world to me, and I adore you more than anything. You've been there since the beginning of my account, and have done nothing but console me, love me, check on me, and make me laugh more times than I can even count. Anytime I'm feeling down, all I have to do is think about you and I suddently feel a gleam of light pass through my heart again. I want you to know that I am so fucking proud of you for everything. I am so happy, and honored to be somebody that you opened up to as well. All around, I am just so thankful that I have had the chance to be acquainted with such a glorious soul. Somebody who I can be extremely literate with for one second, and an absolute CRACKHEAD the next moment. I'll never be able to imagine what it's like to not have you in my life. I can't even begin to picture what it'd be like if you didn't exist. I've been broken down by so many people in my life, therefore it's hard to open up to anybody and show my true colors at first. But with you, I never felt insecure, anxious, or filled with self doubt. Instead we've talked on the phone several times about floating trees, the stars, being queens of the sheep, and pondering the thoughts of a universe with no gravity. The Jared to my Misha. The Eric to my Ariel. My own crackhead dom. My love for you is endless, and I'm so happy that you are one of my closest friends. You are an angel. You shine so bright. Please, never ever forget that. Wuv you. ❦
– KAZIAH MATTHEW HAKIM.
marvel enthusiast. loves his anime, art, alcohol and his classic smoking. watches way too many conspiracy theories and then always freaks out about it after. has an existential crisis way too often. someone who’s always laughing , even when they’re not supposed to. an aspiring actor and a musical lover. a stubborn idiot at times but an overall sweetheart. bullies you if you tell terrible jokes like addison or if your name is sydney and you're just lame. in his head most of the time. goofiest there is. that’s basically me. say hello and introduce yourself.
ALSO IM REALLY FUNNY SO GET YOURSELF A KAZIAH.
“𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!" the match has been going on for a good 30 minutes now. the sky is dark and mark was laying on the mat while jaylanie, well harley, was scrummaging under the ring for her bat. her small, pale hands finally reached it and pulled it out — the crowd started cheering as soon as they saw it. harley had a smirk on her face, but in reality, she was in a great amount of pain. just twenty minutes earlier, she felt her neck snap as mark performed a leg drop over the edge of the ring. it was completely jaylanie’s fault. she made the mistake of having her head lay a little further down than it should have been and 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦. as much as it hurt, she needed to keep going. for hendrix, for mom, for her father. and if she makes any wrong move, she could paralyze herself, but in the moment, it wasn’t something she was thinking about. as she slowly made her way into the ring, careful not to put pressure on her neck, she stood at corner. her hands, legs, and face were covered in blood, bruises, and scratches. in the industry they try to protect themselves as much as they can, but in some circumstances, it’s just something that happens. harley wasn’t the only one with cuts and bruises, though. mark had them as well. just not as much blood as harley. she took her bat and got in position — as if she’s about to hit a baseball. the undertakers body was slowly rising up and immediately after he gets on his feet, harley runs and swings. his body collapsed backwards, hitting the mat with a loud thump along with harley’s. she desperately crawled to mark and hooked his leg, but he kicked out before the ref could count to three. “𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓!" harley yelled in frustration. "𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕." harley was visibly annoyed with how the whole match was playing out. her neck snapping, her stamina was decreasing by the second, and she just wanted it to be over. she stood up and jumped down from the squared circle, grabbing the pliers from under the ring. “𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?" she stood in front of the steel cage and started snapping away — her goal was to create an exit and she certainly [...]