ENTIRELY BONKERS.

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad. the craziest friend that you've ever had. you think I'm psycho, you think I'm GONE. tell the psychiatrist something is w r o n g. over the bend, entirely bonkers. you like me best when I'm off my rocker. tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed.

[cursedmad-blog]

「 curse starter┊» OPEN. 」

❝ what do you want? I’m busy. ❞ 

[cursedmad-blog]

Text; @MadMax

chess: right now! right fucking now, you're the worst friend right now!!!

chess: how the fuck can you blow it off like that...

chess: dude...i love her...she's just some fuck toy for you.

max: you know nothing.

max: you don't "love" someone that you treat like a game

max: besides. she doesn't love you.

[incorrectcurse-blog]

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

Max Harris (via incorrectcurse)

[cursedmad-blog]

Text; @MadMax

chess: you screwed alice !

chess: were you going to tell me or just let me think you're actually a good friend?

max: when have I ever not been a good friend to you

max: and shit happens

[cursedmad-blog]

ofxwonders:

               — three months. three months of absolutely nothing. no texts, no calls, not a hint of him ever returning. and god, she thought about him every single day. she imagined so many versions of this moment in her head, finally seeing him again after all that time. whether she would be angry or sad or relieved or some strange combination of the three. what she hadn’t imagined was this. as she was pulled closer to him her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, familiarity washing over her like a storm. no, i don’t. not one bit. everything else washed away in that moment, and nothing else mattered. just him. them. here. now. together again when she wasn’t sure they ever would be. but she couldn’t linger in this moment forever, and forced herself to pull away. “ i’ve been thinking about this the entire time you’ve been gone. you drive me absolutely crazy. ”

she moves, but she doesn’t go very far as he instinctively tightens his hold on her. it’s been months. months full of uncertainty whether or not he’d ever be here, in apple peak, with her again. the softness of her skin against the roughness of his own as his palm slides over her arm makes him chew his lip and his eyes become hooded, a trait common for them when he’s looking at alice --- or any part of her.  ❝ I told you I’m no good. ❞ he repeats himself, lips coming together as he swallows the dryness from his throat. crazy. max chuckles to himself and his forehead falls against hers before he lets his palm lift her jaw. ❝ good thing I’m an expert at crazy. ❞

[cursedmad-blog]

Text; @MadMax

chess: I know what you did....so try again...

max: what'd I do

[cursedmad-blog]

Text; @MadMax

Chess: so, have anything to tell me?

max: fireball does not go with lemon tea.

[cursedmad-blog]

stackedcards:

LOVE IS BUT A WEAKNESS, her father had always instilled. he believed strongly in not having any ties to hold him back from what he could accomplish. in this moment, she felt helpless and was perceived as nothing more than a fool. did it matter ( ? ) of course. she always wanted r e a s o n i n g for why he did it. the love she had for max had been unlike any other —- which is why it hurt so much more when it had been taken away.  ❝ why do i recall a look similar to the one you have now —- ? ❞ she questions, using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe away lingering tears.  ❝ you couldn’t look at me then and you can’t look at me now ; some things truly never change, i suppose, ❞ but she wished they did.  ❝ st-stop calling me jo, alright ? just … . stop, ❞ the nickname made her ache. in moments of fury, all he had to do was mutter that godforsaken name and she’d cool down in the drop of a dime.  ❝ answer the question, max. you at least owe me that —- did you love me ? ❞

since the day they met, calling her jo had just been --- second nature. in fact, he wasn’t sure he’d ever referred to her as josefine. he’s so used to it, he hadn’t even noticed that’s what he was saying. maybe that’s why there’s a bad taste in his mouth. he tenses as he watches her dry the tears from her cheeks, and swallows the stubborn lump that’d been building in his throat. despite the absurdity of her question, he has to take a moment to think about what she’s asking him. the voices in his head gnaw at his subconscious. lie to her again, max; you’ve done it before and you can do it now! 

when he finally allows himself to meet her eyes again, he studies the color of them as though he hasn’t stared into them a billion times throughout his life. the sadness he sees in them is one he’s only ever seen reserved for him. she’s right; he wasn’t able to look her in the eye back then and it’s even harder now. look at her, max. she’s hurt and you have the power to hurt her even more. how deliciously exciting it is to be such an expert at manipulation ---- SHUT UP. he licks over his lips, and takes a reassuring but firm step toward her. ❝ LOOK , there was a time I loved you so much I couldn’t hate myself anymore. I was young, and reckless, and --- and I didn’t care about anything back then ... except you. and I loved you so much it made me crazy. ❞ that’s not even an exaggeration. almost everything about their relationship played a part in shaping the giant mess that is his maniacal mind.

[cursedmad-blog]

SMS ┊» chess.

max: WHO KNOWS!

max: because she's hell bent on ruining my life.

chess: she seems to make a habit of appearing and ruining lives...

max: her and alice have that in common.

[askboxmemes]

True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.

[chartedcourses]

wendy. josefine. dash.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Post-Fight Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Are you okay?” 

“Do you have any bandages?”

“That doesn’t look good.” 

“Did you pick a fight with a bear?!”

“I’m /fine/!” 

“You don’t look ‘fine’ to me!” 

“That was a nasty scuffle…” 

“Let me see your ___.” 

“Can you help me?”

“You’re bleeding!” 

“I think I got some glass in my hands.” 

“Who did you pick a fight with this time?” 

“Did you win?”

“Looks like you were on the losing end of a dog fight.” 

“You should see the other guy.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” 

“Things… got out of hand…” 

“What the hell happened?!” 

“Please tell me you’re still breathing.”

“I’m going to give them a piece of my mind for what they did to you!” 

“I can’t promise nothing is broken.” 

“It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Would you believe that I fell down some stairs?” 

Should I be worrying about seeing you in the news for a homicide?” 

“That’s… a lot of blood.” 

“All this blood isn’t mine, I swear.” 

“What did you do this time?” 

Send 🔪+ a sentence of your own!

[cursedmad-blog]

SMS ┊» chess.

max: what are you talking about?

chess: payton came out of nowhere, fell on me at the park, not really that important....

chess: why did josefine show up to bother you?

max: WHO KNOWS!

max: because she's hell bent on ruining my life.

[cursedmad-blog]

stackedcards:

having the chance to be near him ( ? ) that was something she had CRAVED for so long. in the past, they had been fine. happy, even. now ? —- now they were strangers ; or so it had seemed. IF YOU EVER LOVED ME, the words left her stunned and in more pain than she would like to admit. stepping away from him, her gaze falls to her feet. heart plummeting. how dare he have the audacity to say such a thing to her ? she was both enraged and devastated.  ❝ you can’t say that —- ❞ her tone was weak and hardly audible.  ❝ you can’t play the ‘ if you ever loved me card ’ on me ! you don’t get to have that privileged, ❞ there’s a crack as her tone rises. she wants to scream and tell all his secrets —- but she couldn’t. had he been anyone else ? she would have. ❝ you were the one who up and l e f t me, max ! you were the one who ran off without a word, leaving me in the dust, ❞ her gaze shifts back to him, searching his gaze for a sign. for anything at all.  ❝ did you even love me ? ❞ the first question she had asked him that truly meant something. the question had been on her mind for ages but was left without an answer.  ❝ don’t worry —- your secret is safe. i wouldn’t want to be known as your mistake in this town. especially when i’m stuck here. ❞

every muscle in his jaw tenses as he clenches his teeth the very moment he notices her eyes begin to water. DAMN IT , how has he always been so good at makking her cry? the face around her eyes has aged, but the eyes themselves look exactly the same as they did the last time he saw them fill with tears --- so broken, so helpless and confused. and he hadn’t been able to tell her then why he was breaking her heart so carelessly; that his life had been threatened, that he was young and scared of going to prison, that he had thought of every possible way around it but just ... came up with nothing every time. he swallows hard at the cracks in her voice and the way the tough, confident girl she’d been five minutes ago crumbled into weakness in front of him. they hadn’t talked about it when he was with her the previous few weeks. not once did it --- any of it --- come up. did you even love me? max snorts, a humorless, bitter sound and tries to ignore the sudden blurriness of his own vision. it’s a low and barely audible sound when he speaks, averting his gaze away from hers to the floor between them.  ❝ does it matter anymore, jo? ❞

[cursedmad-blog]

SMS ┊» chess.

max: OH WAIT

chess: i've been a bit preoccupied if you want to talk about ghosts of your past showing up out of nowhere....

chess: so stop it.

max: what are you talking about?

[cursedmad-blog]

ofxwonders:

               — at first she doesn’t register what he says. she’s about to go off on another tangent again about how unfair all of this was. how she had worried about him for weeks, had trouble sleeping, could barely function every time she called him only to be met with an answering machine. she wasn’t proud of the messages she left (begging, pleading, bargaining, broken voice telling him to come home and stop playing this game with her head) and she knew he’d heard them. but the second she realized he called her beautiful it felt like the whole world came to a standstill. her plan had been to keep her composure and not  turn to face him. it was hard to be angry with those brilliant blue eyes boring into her soul. however, even without looking at him she could feel her anger fading. with a quick shuffle of her feet she was now facing him, though still standing a few feet away. “ is that why you insist on pissing me off so much ? ” she shot back, eyebrows raised, a sigh escaping from parted lips that curved up into an uncontrollable smile, “ i hate you. ”

that smallest hint of the beginnings of a smile is enough for max to let go of the breath he’d been holding. it’s shallow and shaky and unsure but FUCK , he missed her. matching her smile, he closes the distance between them as he shakes his head.  ❝ no, you don’t. ❞ he crosses the room in seconds, and doesn’t give her the option to respond before his palms are on her face and his lips press against hers.

[cursedmad-blog]

SMS ┊» chess.

max: did you know josefine is in apple peak?

chess: Unfortunately, i'm painfully aware, why?

max: were you gonna tell me? or wait until she showed up at my apartment

max: OH WAIT

[cursedmad-blog]

SMS ┊» chess.

max: did you know josefine is in apple peak?