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Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love
(via mxrchantofdeath)
▌❛ 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝘿 // @drunkenxenthusiasm
❝ anywhere in time... or space. ❞ there’s that GLEAM in his eye again, twisted and mischievous ; he looks at the doctor as though he’s seeing t h r o u g h him to all the infinite possibilities he will never be able to attain.
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)
▌❛ 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝘿 // @wasthatnotprocedure
❝ are you here to ARREST me, maria ? because i’m fairly certain i haven’t done anything to your level of national interest. well, recently. ❞
if anyone wants a starter, hit me up uwu otherwise, i’ll probably just send memes to people on my dash b/c i have hella muse.
weaponsdonotweep:
❝ i didn’t realize i had to send you a formal invitation every time i wanted a drink. ❞ the amber liquid is knocked back quickly, the bottle pulled out from behind the counter without any qualms about the fact that she really shouldn’t be back there. after all, she did know the owner. ❝ BESIDES it seems like you found your way next to me pretty fine on your own WITHOUT an invitation. ❞ a hint of a small plays on allison’s lips before she knocks back the second glass, already pouring the third.
rough hands snatch the bottle from hers as though the wall behind them isn’t lined with countless others ; it’s the IDEA of the thing, a saucy intervention. he reaches then for a glass, turning it in his palm with a fluid motion executed easily than b r e a t h i n g . ( easier than, it feels more often than not, with the weight of an ELEPHANT squarely on his chest. perhaps a whole herd. )
❝ i’m ME. i require a formal invitation to everything. ❞
Person I hate: *gives me their opinion*
Me: 📢 DID I ASK
nate, don’t kill yourself this weekend.
The problem with drinking? You have a thirst you can’t quench, one you can’t satisfy no matter how much you take down. It’ll numb you kid, but only for a little bit. Just enough to trick yourself into thinking you’re not in pain, so that you can sleep just for a night.
Shade (via azraels-cynical-wolf)
▌❛ 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍 // @weaponsdonotweep
❝ look, i don’t CARE if you come into my bar a--and act like an alcoholic. ❞ a loud THUD as his last foot lands on the ground, his whole person now propelled across the room to slide behind the bar across from his visitor with the sort of grace he exhibits only on cons and in bars. ❝ what i CARE is when you don’t invite ME, who -- remember -- owns this place, essentially. ❞
I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
(via ziamblogger)
@anhonestman demanded a starter
“The fact that you’re a friend of Kate’s and, as far as I can tell, haven’t pissed off the Navy are the only reasons you’re not in cuffs right now, Mister Ford.” The fact that he might be the only person this side of the Mississippi River that could overturn enough of the right rocks to help him find a missing Petty Officer also probably had something to do with it.
he chuckles ; the sound was LOW and hoarse and echoed faintly against the sides of his mug on its way to be sipped. he didn’t grace the other man with his gaze yet, hellbent on finishing the opinions section of the newspaper in his lap, a rebuttal letter to the editor already forming in his mind. as it turned out, journalists in washington are no better than their boston counterparts, go figure.
❝ you wouldn’t ARREST me, balboa, ❞ he replied after a long moment. the concept was only of passing interest to him, being arrested. ❝ even if you did, it would be a --- an awful waste of your time. ❞
in alcohol’s defense I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too
𝙊𝙐𝙏. so i’m officially on summer vacation which means i can be on here again !!!!