Which way does a tree fall?
This is the home of the Once-ler. His thneed hasn't taken off as fast as he would have hoped. This is fine, the rather bitter (realistic) business man has found ways to pass the time waiting for the world to catch on.

|RP blog|NSFW(?)|Open to questions|




I could say the very same about you. Striped pants, really? By the way, this ‘glow’ is natural.”

"That just makes me pity you more. My stripes atleast work with my vest. Is the glow suppose to attract bugs? Because I feel that if that is the look you are going for it works for you. You seem like the type who would find joy in killing defenseless bugs. You are now Bugzapper." 

"Did you just roll in from some sort of glow party? Or are you trying to sell me that this is the new fashion craze that is sweeping the nation." 


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            ”That sounds good to me…” Typically his voice would be upbeat; full of enthusiasm. All of that was absent. Antonio was acting very distant, yet attempting to focus on other things.

            His plans in doing failed however when he asked such a question; one he preferred to avoid at this given time. There was silence as they began on their walk to find fruit. Originally he was unwilling to talk about it, but he gave in. “Things are alright, but I can’t go back to my home, at least not for a little while.”

"Oh? Why can’t you go home?" He asked leading the younger boy through the woods. He handed him the basket before walking across the moss covered rocks. "Be careful." He warned as he waited on the other side of the river for the younger. 

"Did you and your dad have a fight? Or are you trying to runaway?" He asked concerned since Antonio never had trouble with his father before hand. If anything the younger boy and his father had a close healthy relationship. 

(Source: truffulaforest)

Seriously what are you guys even doing here? 

Greed’s not here. 

So what do you all need? 

Can’t be a Thneed.

"I miss you." 

"Well isn’t this a pleasant eve." 

(Source: roleplay-memes)

"Where am I?"
"Thank god, you're finally awake!"
"What do you mean? I'm your girl/boyfriend."
"You really don't remember me?"
"I bet forgetting is real fucking convenient for you."
"You aren't acting like you used to."
"We used to be really close."
"You've been out for a few weeks."
"Why don't you remember me? How could you not?!"
"Please remember.. just try to remember."
"How the hell am I supposed to believe this?"
"How am I supposed to know you aren't just doing this for attention?"
"Look at me! You have to remember me!"
"Who are you?"
"I'm trying to remember who I used to be, but I'm not that person anymore!"
"I bet you're glad this happened."
"I visited you everyday while you were in the hospital."
"This is all my fault."
"You know what? I'm glad you forgot me. I'm done."

"Maybe I should move the house. If people keep finding me it can’t be good." 

Once sat on the bench outside of his work. He looked over at today’s bench partner. He looked back at his simple bagel. “How is that book?” He asked. His therapist told him to to attempt to start conversation with people. It was advice in attempting to be social and more open. “I haven’t read it yet and I’m looking for something to read.”