where is my mind

twenty-one. psych major. You are quarter ghost on your mother’s side. Your heart is a flayed peach in a bone box.

[pearlmems-blog]

The presentation that nobody asked for. 1/?

[cannor-roach-blog]

have you even seen a dumbass BITCH bean and cannor roth the the same room together? yeah you haven't because he's a BEANY ASSHOLE FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

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Kees mai ring! *places juicy jewelled hand on the table*

Fuck off Lucy.

[cannor-roach-blog]

What the fuck, you piece of shit baked bean. You're a disgrace. FUCKING BEAN.

[wrenriaz-blog]

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LAUGHING WITH A MOUTH OF BLOOD - ST. VINCENT

Just like an amnesiac Trying to get my senses back

Laughing with a mouth of blood From a little spill I took

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His forearms on his knees, he flicked ash between his legs, watching as it disappeared into the damp soil. “I can’t seem to control my bodily fluids, so I can’t promise anything,” he shrugged. “Bald. Bald eagle. Jesus Christ, Bradley.”

[bradleymemories]

“Gross.” Bradley dismissed with a wrinkled up nose and a drag on her cigarette. “Oh, shit, yeah.” Smoke chased out her syllables. “I’m a let down today. Blame Pearl. We went to yoga and I pulled a muscle.”

[bradleymemories]

Only God Forgives | Bradley & Pearl

Leather boots splashed against iridescent puddles of petrol and runaway cigarettes. The night was frigid, wind biting into the apples of Bradley’s cheeks with a roaring vengeance that left them pink and sullen as neon city lights chased two skinny shadows down quiet streets. This was a bad idea. She was never sure of many things – she liked to jump with her eyes shut that way, but this, she was certain. This was like crawling along a path littered in bear traps. Why tonight she had such a penchant for the terrible, she wasn’t sure. The baby exposure had rattled her bones like wind chimes and the noise was growing deafening. 

It wasn’t like it had anything to do with her, that’s what she kept saying. It was careless to care so much, to care enough that six cigarettes didn’t suffocate the bad. When things got like this, she always rained herself with gasoline and struck the match. It was a mechanism, but not quite a coping one. More of a methodical destruction. Lids heavy with black glitter and opiate influence, the rag doll brunette whistled around a corner, landing them at the mouth of the Devil’s den. She hadn’t brought back-up tonight, the sturdy shouldered kind with pebble hard eyes and thin clay lips. Just Pearl, red lights whispering against her golden features as she strode by her side.

“Kenny’s the lap dog. Sweatier than Harrison when people ask him if he wants a spanking,” Bradley explained, dusting a curt greeting in a pale boy’s direction as the pair steered themselves towards a guarded door. “He’s no big deal. I think he’s retarded. It’s Cooper that’s the top dog or whatever. He’s kind of like the creepy uncle you avoid in case you spill gravy on his shoes and he shoots you in the head.” Her words carried their usual dry drawl but weighed a little less, too light to really mean anything she’d remember in the next hour. It only took a few ticks of the clock for them to gain entry – it was all high scale and business suits in that seedy back room, nothing like the ponds Atticus paddled in. This was more drowning in a red sea, no Moses to mark a lifeline. 

Melting into a chair like snow under beating sun, Bradley tapped her fingertips along the arm like she was striking imaginary piano chords. “Can he not keep me waiting this time? I kind of have things to do.” Disgruntled glances greeted her nonchalant tone which she shot right back with a honey stained smile. Setting her briefcase onto the glass table in a deliberately soundless fashion, Bradley proceeded to lean back, willing herself to eradicate any nervous jolts of her pupils in Pearl’s direction. This was a game, a black and white checker board with rules to follow. Keep to the steps and it’s impossible to lose. “Do you want a drink? I could go for a Pornstar martini.” She puckered her lips post saying so in the direction of hungry eyes, watching with satisfaction as they scuttled back into dark corners. “Assholes.”

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[bradleymemories]

I want you more than I need you I need you so bad Are you coming back?

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[ofdaya]

I learned a valuable thing in jail - Lipstick is high on the economic structure. Always walk with three, preferably at an body orifice. And good luck.

[bradleymemories]

“Did you also learn how to smuggle your phone in your ass through security? How the fuck were you tweeting from in there?”

[theo-webster]

“Well - he - I didn’t think he’d impress many girls in general. Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

[bradleymemories]

“Do you always stutter when you’re nervous?”

[rendawson]

Ren pursed his lips slightly, trying not to frown. “What’s she done to you?”

[bradleymemories]

“I don’t like people with her attitude,” she stated rather curtly, growing restless with the conversation as it sank further into Lucy related quicksand.

[theo-webster]

“What makes you think I’m trying to impress you?”

[bradleymemories]

“I told you to be like calculator guy and your reason for not doing so was because he wasn’t impressing me. I’m Sherlock Holmes like that.”

[maxdecotes-deactivated20201019]

“Shut the fuck up, I’m practically mentally disabled right now,” he said, laughing lazily. “That’s what I thought. Apparently I give him panic attacks when I call him Eagle or Caillou. Fucking psychopath is probably lying.”

[bradleymemories]

“Just don’t drool anywhere,” Bradley drawled, eyeing him with mock caution as she fumbled to feed flame to her habit. “Eagle? Why an Eagle? Does he hate America? That isn’t very patriotic.”

[rendawson]

“She’s a lovely person!”

[bradleymemories]

“You know what, you’re right! You know who else is a little sweetheart? Adolf Hitler.”

[rendawson]

“She’s not all that condescending. Really, she’s not. If you talked to her more–”

[bradleymemories]

“I’ll pass.”

[theo-webster]

“Well, it doesn’t sound like you’re too into Mr. Sweaty Calculator. That’s true. I’m not exactly looking for romance.”

[bradleymemories]

“I wasn’t aware that you were trying to impress me, Theo.”