th4nkyoub3n:

writing-prompt-s:

You run a tattoo parlor. Every couple of weeks, the same customer comes in, always requesting the same tattoo: an additional tally mark on an ever-growing cluster of tally marks.

“what are you counting”

“how many tattoos i’ve gotten”

“i’m no longer serving you”

(via isilverandcold)

"Sometimes at night
You’re scared to leave your room
Something doesn’t feel right
Something wicked, something gloom
Your mind runs free
With the horror stories and tales
And the monsters from TV
The ones with the teeth and the scales
Maybe they’re people
Maybe they’re things
With methods that are lethal
Turning smiles into sins
But when you open your door
Only if you dare
Won’t you be a bit disappointed
To find nothing there?"