So once for Easter I invited a bunch of neighbor kids to come over to paint eggs, and before they got there I decided to start mixing paint from scratch so I got out the egg beater and cut my finger on it and the it was like a inch long gash spewing blood erupted into the bucket of blue paint but I was so embarrassed I didn’t tell anyone so I just mixed the red blood in with the blue pain and voila that’s how we ended up painting Easter eggs purple with my blood.
Asked by dollar-bills-with-coke
Was he kidding?
Violet couldn’t decide whether or not to be more shocked over his blatant cockiness, or the fact that he was actually going to do something αятιѕтι¢.
"Pretty isn’t exactly your thing, not to mention trying to do so in one’s skin.
I’d probably die of blood loss because you wouldn’t be able to produce anything
A sigh unfurls from between previously licked lips while
she shook her head, clearly finding amusement in his statement, his threat.
"I think I’m gonna have to pass, actually. Maybe take some art classes and then try taking me up on that offer.” Did he actually think that she would be ƒяιgнтєηє∂? Being so accustomed to the boy, his actions, his
words, it wasn’t exactly easy to take him seriously anymore.
”Start off with something simple.
Like a stick man, for example.
I think that would be right up your alley.”
Yeah! Because then there could’ve been more proof of /why/ Tate shot up the school? Like, what if he died /after/ Kurt? I mean, he was pretty much a fangirl so if he was alive when Kurt died, I think he’d be devastated and thus that could’ve played into him finally cracking.