It was bright; he could tell from under his eyelids.
It smelt like disinfectant and latex gloves.
It was cold.
He was cold.
He was awake.
But he couldn’t open his eyes.
He didn’t remember what happened.
He didn’t remember punches, kitchen knives, or blood.
He didn’t remember the salty, metallic taste in his mouth.
He didn’t remember fear.
He didn’t remember the face he saw before the world went black.
He didn’t remember, so he allowed himself to fade back into oblivion;
it was easier that way.
Not seeing.
Not remembering.
Not thinking.
Not being.
Okay, because I’m bored and lame, I’m thinking about drawing animals.
So.. if you want your character drawn as an animal, reblog this.
I’M ONLY DOING THE FIRST 20 PEOPLE.
[4:29:54 PM] Scarfan: I go to log onto my Internet on my iPod and all I see is that
[4:31:21 PM] Nealius Maximus: LMFAO
[4:32:43 PM] Scarfan: All I wanted to do was look up some yaoi and I get a “I know what you’re doing” Neal *dies*
kora, i just realized that during our video call, my shirt was inside-out
Omh thats funny! i didnt even notice xD
HI I’M NEAL I CAN’T STYLE MY HAIR AND I WEAR MY SHIRTS INSIDE-OUT
