weak.

‘ or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world. ’

[amedestructrice]

i'm kinda on hiatus until wednesday.

[amedestructrice]

apurtu said: i aLREADY OWE YOU SIX REPLIES

[amedestructrice]

like for a starter ??

[amedestructrice]

                    ( impieti. )

     ‘ ... i lost track of my alcohol consumption somewhere        between one & three in the morning. so unless you've        brought me a pools worth of coffee, l e a v e. ’

[amedestructrice]

                    ( abusedinks. )

     ‘ i'm afraid you've caught an incurable disease ...                     —- your own stupidity. ’

[amedestructrice]

like for a starter ??

[timotheechalametz]

it’ll be o k a y

[amedestructrice]

i'll be working on things here !

[imoved5643347-deactivated201510]

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[amedestructrice]

          ( —- impieti. ) 

     the male is sitting outside when he hears it ; the shrilling tone of a vehicle. his eyes are focused intently on the textbook before him, though it's difficult with the constant vibration the vehicle supplies the ground he occupies. his face scrunches up briefly, as he momentarily glances up towards the street. a moving van, there's no doubt about that. & he knows exactly where they'll be moving — next door. needless to say, he'd realised the someone would be moving in sooner or later, & he'd hoped that the new occupants would be a change of scenery from the old withering couple that were last there.

     his mother had sent out a plate of baked goods a few minutes after the arrival of the moving truck. she was already prepared for things like these ; new arrivals to the neighbourhood. dropping his books to the ground, the male grabs the plate, & stalks his way over to the house next door. the male digs one hand in his pocket as he reaches the new neighbour's door. a deep breath is taken as a sleepy grin edges onto his lips. as he delivers four knocks onto the door in front of him, he chews harshly on his bottom lip. ‘ hey ! i'm uh ... matthew, i live next door. my mum made these cookies for you, i suppose. i mean, y'know. a welcome to the neighbourhood kinda thing. ’

[mothernatureknows]

        and in that moment she’s certain—this guy’s a complete asshole.          that’s why her hand comes up suddenly and forcefully, slapping         him clean across the face. her rage and frustration have reached         their point and she is verymuch hurt. 

      “you asshole!do you actually have no consideration? no b r a i n??         you know what, you can just forget it! i was actually gonna give you        a chance to sober up and maybe stop being like every other cunt        who thinks he can get laid with a snap of his fingers. so,  f u c k         you and your ambitions!”

[amedestructrice]

          it takes him a brief moment to feel it. a string of prolonged seconds           filled with uncontrollably painful numbness, all leading up to the           grotesque pain shooting throughout his cheek. his face will scrunch           up in a poisonous distaste.

               ‘ i am trying to be charming !!! & for your information, i'm one                  point off of being a genius. —- i don't want your babies anyway! ’

[pugnatxr-blog]

   ♛ ————

            ❝ you’re right, you can’t comprehend what its like.                  if the exam was that important, you would have                  been there to get the notes. find some other                  sucker to give you their notes. yeah? i don’t give                  a shit about your grade. ❞

[amedestructrice]

          ‘ the exam is that important, & i need those notes.             i was home sick, okay? haven't you ever had the             flu? bacteria is a deadly thing okay, & it can make             people miss classes. so if you'd be ever so kind             to give me the DAMN notes. ’

[puredesolate]

      ' — — i shouldn't have asked. gross. oh, thanks for not        sugarcoating it, man. my longtime dreams of being in        rupaul’s annual drag race is dead now. damn. — maybe.        hope not, though. i mean, if i’m a part of a family where        one of their sons think that being bribed through state        university means he’s smart then i should just quit life        altogether. but then again, most jocks don’t exactly have        a lot going on upstairs, do they ??  ’

[amedestructrice]

     ‘ it's not that gross. go ahead, picture the female version        of me. just, maybe smaller boobs —-- i have pretty bad        back problems. i mean, you could pull off the whole flat        chested look. hey, at least your parents have the funds        to bribe people. the best i could manage, would be to        bribe my little sister not to hack into my computer. & it        would probably only last me a solid two hours. i mean,        he's smart enough to leave the reins to his parents. no,        they don't — but you must admit, they're pretty damn        good in the female department. what they lack upstairs,        they excel ... downstairs. ’

[apurtuarchive-blog]

   he’s not in the mood for small talk, nor is he in the mood to be    in the female’s presence. she simply just gets under his skin,    her words are quite possibly the most annoying things that    have ever hit his ears. he’ll scowl & roll his eyes, staring straight    ahead, refusing to direct any attention towards the girl. couldn’t    she just go away? was that a possibility?

         cue the scoff & rolling of his eyes. was she          serious? ha !! jared hale being kind? that          would surely indicate the apocalypse.

          ❝ dirt is boring. you are boring. y’think i give a                shit princess? you can’t tell me what to do.                how the fuck am i supposed to know what                they’re grateful for? guess what? some of                them might not have it. they aren’t allowed                to have imaginations. i don’t want your                pathetic apology. i’m not a kind person, i’ll                never be one. it isn’t in my nature, really. i’m                a bitter, nineteen year old boy.. that’s all there                 is to it. i’m not going to change, like ever.                however, i don’t appreciate being called sour.❞

[amedestructrice]

     she has the urge to insult him, maybe even shoot an intolerable      eye roll in his direction. but she knows better, & she's far too polite      to attack the stranger with vicious words. & as much as she'd like      to ignore the male, he's a peculiar one. & she's far too curious to      NOT try to keep his attention.

     the female falls hopelessly back on to the grass,      letting the grass embrace her as she sighs.

          ‘ dirt is reliable. & reliability, though boring, can be             more desirable than uniqueness. i am not boring,             you —- ... you're a jerk! you're rude, & you can't             spare the common decency to give a civilized             girl a sense of niceties? i never would've guessed.             maybe you should do some counselling to take             out all that anger, & maybe it'll help with your             rudeness problem. so you admit to being bitter,             but don't like being called sour? ’

[tfarmiga]

[apurtuarchive-blog]

       she’s taken to gnawing on the inside of her cheek as she continues to        stare at the ceiling, several thoughts running through her mind. this        wasn’t what normal people their age did, this wasn’t how they acted,        they weren’t hopelessly awkward. cue the exasperated sigh as she        begins playing with a strand of her hair between her thumb & index        finger. what did she want to? that was an excellent question, she,         unfortunately had no answer to provide him with. she’ll shrug in response,         maintaining her silence until she can come up with something to say        other than ’ i don’t know. ‘

               lips purse once again & she’s lost deep in thought.                 certainly, it shouldn’t be this difficult to come up                 with something to do.

        she makes the mistake of directing her attention to the male,           & GOD he is so b e a u t i f u l. the perfect specimen of           man, really. her own cheeks flush a shade of crimson, & she’s          immediately covering her face with dainty hands. gosh that          was sickeningly embarrassing. once she feels like the blush          has subsided, she’ll uncover her face & exhale slowly. there          were several things the pair could be doing, yet they were opting           for acting like awkward pre-teens. 

                  ❝ i um… i dunno what i want to do. don’t you                        have something you want to do? anything                        at all? even if its as simple as watching a                        movie? i’m horrible at making decisions.  ❞

[amedestructrice]

          the male has been staring at the female for quite some time now, &           he tears his eyes away from her magnetic frame. she had to have           seen that, right? god, he hopes not. he's crossing territories from           flirty glances, to obsessive glaring. he's trying to avoid ( at all costs )           coming off as an extreme stalker. he takes an impulsive leap, & lays           himself down beside her. he will leave an acceptable amount of           distance between them, hues skimming over her silhouette briefly.

          he'll try to shrug his shoulders in his current position, face gradually           scrunching up. eyes stare at the ceiling shortly, letting out a deep           sigh. from the corner of his eye, matthew notices the blush on her           face. & though he shouldn't, there's a feeling of pride that pulses           through his veins. the feeling is soon followed by a low chuckle of           amusement ; soft orbs settling back on the female's petite frame.

                    ‘ i mean, unless you want to help me study                       for my exams ? but i guess that's not too                       fun ... we could watch a movie? i don't                       know, what movies do you like? ’ 

          the male quirks an eyebrow, & bites on his lower lip. he breathes in           multiple times before inching closer towards peyton, hoping to graze           even the smallest amount of her skin against his. unfortunately, he's           far too insecure to manage something involving such courage.

[alphalewolf]