╰ // - blunt force trauma.

ind. & sel. crime oc. inked by neuro.

[bonecut]

i live! hello. idk perry flew away for a bit. sup, fam?

[electra2k]

[bonecut]

you know when you’re like oh hell yeah my muse is so loud. but then they’re just there in your head laughing at you. so. i have muse. but perry is a dick and won’t cooperate with drafts, sigh.

[wroteasongaboutyou]

before it all becomes the same old song

[itendsbad]

[blackblocfetish-blog]

[markedhealer-deactivated2018091]

         “  what seems to be the problem?  ”  brows pull together in CURIOUSITY and concern. the morning has barely begun and already it seems there is excitement, and maybe not the GOOD kind, brewing in the air. if anything, growing up in her father’s shop has taught her to deal well with conflict. or at least not let it bother her as much as it might otherwise. angry customers and all. — @bonecut //  s.c. 

[bonecut]

so, he’s covered in blood. don’t worry about it. all he knows is that he needs somewhere to chill, at least for a while, to keep the rectifiers from finding him. who would have thought that traveling back three hundred years throughout time would land him in a place that STILL held people within institutions & deemed them as hospitals. bullshit. all of it. he scoffs & clears his throat. might be limping a bit. “just uh-- was lookin’ for a job,” he feigns, nodding & clearing his throat.

[angelaching-deactivated20201205]

THE    SUN   IS   BEATING   DOWN   .          mid  -  july  ,    the   time    of   year   for    popsicles     &     swimming    costumes    that    /  cling  /   .          there’s    a   sigh     &     a   hand    tirelessly    fanning    at    her   flushed   face   .          ❛       dear   ,     could    you    buy   me   a   soft   ice   cream   ?       ❜

🕊  *          @bonecut     liked .

[bonecut]

a glance at her, shades brought down to the brim of his nose. his great-great-way-to-many-greats-grandmother is off in the distance, skipping around & laughing. she’s about eight right now, or something like that. he’ll just call her a distant relative, if anyone asks. lily doesn’t though. she’s one of the few that believe him, thanks to umberto.

                                          “depends.” toothpick removed from lips. a smirk. “whats in it for me?”

[kristensnotebook]

Tears are words that need to be written.

Paulo Coelho (via kristensnotebook)

[mimosaleewrites]

I will not tell you I miss you.  You will not hear that from me, no.  I will not admit I have been thinking about you, not out of resentment towards you, but because I am strong and you are in the past.  I will not tell others about you, since you tell no one of us.  I will not explain myself, for the ways I chose to distance myself from memories of you, for sucking others dry attempting to hurt you but you were too far away to be damaged.  I will not question why you left, you have done me a favor, even if it doesn’t feel like one right now. I will not look for an explanation from you,  on why you did the things you did,  I do not have an interest in justifying your actions.

I will persevere and try my best to not live in fear of others wronging me in a similar way you did. (via mimosaleewrites)

[nikitassoul-deactivated20240623]

[happiness-patrol]

[harmed]

[spyworn-a]

           ❝    getting     shit    done    will    never    matter    if    you    aren’t    sober    ….    ❞

                                 @bonecut     ♡ ’d

[bonecut]

      he just takes a forlorn dragged gulp from his whiskey bottle ; metal gaze fixed-- dry paint ( so mesmerizing ).

[walkplank-deactivated20180803]

             ❝    IS LOOKING SHADY A PART-TIME   job , or do you work full-time ?   ❞

@bonecut 

[bonecut]

     “...” he’s not impressed. “run along, little girl.”

[bonecut]

lustrcvs.

    at the sound of his name ——- the girl takes a small steps toward him  ;  still cautious not to get too close. he’s shaking, her eyes catch that as his hand trembles and she can’t help but feel bad for him.

                                       “ JUMPED ?! oh god, y-yeah here. ”

    before she knows it, she’s digging through her purse, cursing to herself as she can not find the small device.

                       however, she takes note that he called a phone a ‘  communicator  ’

    “ h-here it is. ” her arms extands, fingers slightly gripping on to it as she hands it over— skin brushing against his.

there may be blood, he’s not sure. his vision is just blurry. the ache in his side is getting worse by every passing second. there’s a brick wall close & he tumbles forward to lean his weight against it, heaving in & out raggedly.

his hand collides against hers & it’s definitely not the palm he remembers having, nearly dropping the device. it’s like a bright box, more like a fancy techladace that op definitely would have stolen from the vacancy. 

the memory of op begins to quickly fade, though. & where is he? a groan as he feels warmth trickle down his temple. fender slides down the wall, face contorted in pain. he looks at the phone & huffs out a pained breath. shit. shit. he doesn’t even know WHO to contact.

“i c-can’t remember anything,” he whispers to himself, the feels the tears well up as he looks at her. “i can’t remember anything...” heart starts to race.  blood everywhere as he just feels the pang of her. the weight of her in his arms. “where is she? what did they do with her?”

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