you can be alice, i'll be the mad hatter

i'm nuts, baby, i'm mad. craziest friend that you've ever had. you think i'm psycho, you think i'm g o n e. tell the psychiatrist, "something is w r o n g." WELCOME TO ETHERAPY

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Indie swore that she was going to explode. She swore that kissing Dahlia was going to be the end of her, because for some reason, she enjoyed it. And maybe when she was drunk, the girl just knew and was finally honest with herself - it was Dahlia. Those next few moments, Indigo cherished them. She held the girl tight and close, holding her hips, and playing with her hair the way she knew the brunette liked. Her groan was success in Indie’s eyes, and if Dahlia hadn’t pulled away, the red head would have kept going. There were stars in Indigo’s eyes. She felt like she was dazed, and all she could do, was stare at Dahlia stupidly, her mouth agape. “I… I can see why you’re struggling to deal with it.” Folding her hands in her lap, she looked at the floor, flushing. “I loved it.” Indie admitted, with a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “Every second of it. I’d do it again, if you let me, honestly, and I’m not sure that’s smart until we figure this out.” Prying her eyes away from the ground, they made contact with Dahlia’s. “Do you… want to try this? I mean, a - well - a next level kind of thing? Is that too forward? Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think!”

Her body was still burning from being held in Indie’s arms in such a way but Dahlia forced those thoughts to the back of her mind so she could focus on the matter at hand. It would be so easy to get lost in the physical things especially when they were being boosted by how much she already cared about Indie before all of this. Still, sitting in close quarters and inches away from each other, Dahlia didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want to release her best friend and wanted to hold her and keep that dazed look on her face for as long as she could. “You did?” she asked, biting on her lip to fight a smile. “No, you’re right. More of ... that isn’t good until we know what we’re doing.” Indie’s question had her tensing up. These were the exact thoughts she’d been mulling over the night before as she waited to fall asleep. “I don’t know, Indie. You’re my best friend ... if I ever did anything to ruin that, I would never forgive myself. Would this....ruin what we already have?” she asked, even though every fiber in her being wanted to wrap Indie up, keep her safe and keep her happy. “I ... well, now you know what it’s like to be kissed by me so .. you can understand my struggle.”

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Indie felt her breath catch, suddenly everything becoming Dahlia. It was so sudden, so… powerful. One moment, Dahlia was hesitant and timid, and the next, she was forward and headstrong. It was such a Dahlia thing to do, and Indie couldn’t help but smile against her best friend’s lips and lean in for more. Her fingers reached up to grab onto the girl’s hair, her lips parting to gently deepen the kiss. Holy shit… Holy shit, this is happening. She was kissing Dahlia and Dahlia was kissing her and there was this feeling in the pit of her stomach that twisted into knots - her butterflies were balloon animals, ready to explode, deflating her of any breath. She pressed her lips against Dahlia’s and suddenly, she was just as timid as Dahlia had been in the beginning.

It was ridiculous how impulsive her decision had been. Even while she had been embarrassed and shy about their situation, Dahlia still had been run by impulse. It was something that defined her personality -- the ability to just do something she wanted just because she wanted to. And in the moment Indie asked to kiss her again, all Dahlia wanted was for Indie to experience the same thing she had. She didn’t want to be the only one who was kept awake at night thinking about their kiss. Dahlia had initiated this kiss out of a childish need to have Indie be as breathless as she was. She had forgotten the effect the two kisses had previously ad on her. Every inch of her body felt hypersensitive to Indigo’s touch, she was a live wire with electricity coursing through her veins and being sparked by her friend’s caresses. Her stomach was attacking her and Indie was kissing her and damn it she was doing the hair thing again. Dahlia didn’t know if Indie had some instinct or what, but she always seemed to know how the brunette liked her hair played with. Dahlia pulled Indie close, groaning softly against her mouth, her own cheeks burning at the sound. A few more moments and then Dahlia pulled away, not wanting to overwhelm the red head. “H-how was that?” she asked, studying Indie’s expression carefully. 

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Indie felt her lips press into a straight line. She didn’t remember it, Dahlia was right. And if they wanted, they could just move on like nothing had ever happened. The problem was now that Indie knew. She knew that it had happened, and she’d always know, and even if she pretended like everything was back to normal the red head would always be curious of how it really felt that night - and Indie was scared that she’d miss out on the opportunity of a life time. “I just… I don’t want to be selfish. I want to know and make sure you know that you have a choice.” Running her hands through the tips of Dahlia’s hair, the girl sighed. “Can I… Can I try it sober?” Indie murmured shyly, feeling herself go red. “I just… it’ll bother me if I never - well, if I never find out for myself. If you don’t want to, it’s fine.”

Dahlia straightened up, staring into Indie’s face with disbelief. Had she actually heard the other girl correctly? “Sober? As in...” she trailed off. Indie wanted to kiss her--to see what it felt like. To discover what it was like to kiss her best friend and remember every detail as vividly as Dahlia did. The very idea had the brunette’s stomach fluttering with anticipation. “O-okay.” It was her only answer, and the one word held more power than any other the girl could think of. “We can...” This time, Dahlia wanted it to be a little different. She had been wanting to discuss the situation with Indie once she had sobered up, but she never dreamed that the girl wouldn’t even remember what had hapened. Now, she wanted to be the one who took her best friend’s breath away with something unexpectedly pleasant. Without another word, Dahlia closed the gap between them and pressed her lips firmly yet gently against Indie’s, one hand raised to caress the other’s cheek.

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Indie gave the girl a soft smile, tugging her hand to pull the brunette into her lap. Despite the situation, Indigo wasn’t used to not cuddling Dahlia when they were on the couch. She brushed a strand of hair from her friend’s face, listening to her voice and the way she spoke. “You liked it.” Indie repeated, looking down at her. “It was nice.” A part of her was happy that Dahlia had enjoyed it. That part wanted her to like it. She had always enjoyed pleasing her friend. Another part of her was nervous. What did it mean? “I’m sure you weren’t stiff,” Indie murmured, running the tips of her fingers along the inside of the brunette’s palm. “So what do you want to do?” The redhead questioned, resting her head against Dahlia’s. She placed a small kiss against her forehead. “How are you feeling? How do you want to sort this out?”

Dahlia allowed herself to be pulled into Indie’s arms, and she curled herself into the other girl. She buried her face in Indie’s neck, wanting to hide her face from the other girl’s gaze. It was too hard to focus her thoughts into sentences let alone when under Indie’s watch. “That’s what I said, Indie.” Her body was accustomed to this, cuddling with Indie and spending days and nights on the couch. They would do everything from video game marathons to YouTube karaoke. Dahlia could never be nervous around Indie, but she was nervous of what was going to happen between them. “What I want to do?” she echoed. How could she answer that? “I don’t know...I mean, you don’t even remember any of it so does it even need sorting out?”

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

The girl couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered Dahlia was getting. She watched the girl get bright red. Indie wanted to reach out and calm her. She knew better, however. Touching her would probably freak her out more, and that’s the last thing she wanted for her friend. “I already asked you this?” It didn’t surprise her that even in her drunk state, she managed to muster out the question. Obeying Dahlia’s command, Indie averted her gaze, trying to push down her laughter. “Dahlia…” She murmured, crawling forward to take her hands in her own. “Dahlia, we have to talk about this. I know it’s weird, and confusing, but - well - it’s important. How did you feel about it?”

“Don’t laugh,” Dahlia whined, leaning towards the back of the couch to hide her face. After a moment to calm herself, she sighed and looked back at the girl sitting across from her.  She felt Indie’s hands touch her own and she took in an unsteady breath. “Okay ... I’ll say it again,” she replied uncertain on how to begin. Their friendship was hanging in the balance and she wasn’t sure what was going to happen; unsure what was going to happen. “I .... liked it. I’m not really sure what it all means still, but it...it was nice. Both times. Even though said I was a little stiff,” Dahlia joked, playing with Indie’s fingertips.

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Hearing her words, Indie went stiff. She… kissed… her? Running her finger through her red locks, Indie kept her eyes on the floor, trying to assess what Dahlia meant. They kissed. Indie, drunk Indie, had kissed sober Dahlia, and she didn’t know what to say. “I-I… Did,” The girl paused, chewing on the inside of her lip. “Did you enjoy it?” Feeling a small smirk tug at the ends of her mouth, Indigo laughed slightly. “If you enjoyed it, I’m not going to apologize.” Putting her hands in her lap, she crossed her legs on the couch, leaning her chin on her hand. She wasn’t sure how to feel - whether she should feel embarrassed, or proud, or apologetic. Indie smiled, trying to gauge Dahlia’s emotions. 

Her eyes widened under Indie’s gaze. Her friend had gone from shocked to cheeky in two seconds and it just caused Dahlia’s cheeks to burn brighter. “I--what??” she squeaked. “Y-you already asked me this once, Indie.” Did she enjoy it? The question rang through her mind again and she thought back to the night before. The feeling of Indie’s lips brushing against hers, her fingers running through her hair. Dahlia averted her gaze as she felt warm all over again. “Stop staring...” She couldn’t understand how her friend could change emotions so quickly. How was she being so calm about this whole situation?

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Pursing her lips, Indie looked over at the brunette. Granted, the red head knew she had been drinking. She knew that Jude’s departure had left her feeling upset, but getting black out drunk wasn’t something Indie was accustomed to. Raising her eyebrow, Indie scooted closer, interested in the events she couldn’t remember. Something was going on. Something had happened that Dahlia was nervous about, and Indigo was eager to find out. “Dahlia…” The girl murmured. “W-what happened last night? Did I hurt you?” Indie was assuming the worst. She didn’t know how she functioned in that kind of state, and if she scared, or even laid her hands on Dahlia, she’d never forgive herself. “Tell me. You can tell me anything, even if it’s about me.” 

Indie was honestly and truly clueless. She could see the confusion in the red head’s eyes and the uncertainty of having a portion of time she could not recall.  Dahlia bit her bottom lip as she mulled over exactly what to say. She straightened and shook her head vehemently at Indie’s question. “No, no, you didn’t hurt me. I promise,” she reassured her. Nervously, she pushed back her hair behind her ears and glanced down at her lip. Should she just brush the whole thing off and keep the kisses to herself? Keep it a secret and allow their friendship to remain the way it was. “No ... you ... you kissed me.... twice,” she said after a moment of thought. She couldn’t lie to Indie about something like this and even if she stayed quiet, she knew her own behavior was certainly affected by it.

[emilybcnnet]

you’re not sorry / indie + dahlia

[daft-dahlia-blog]

indigo-kay:

Indie jumped slightly, as her best friend flew up from lying down. She grabbed at her chest, feeling a tad bit exhilarated from the rush of adrenaline. “Jesus christ, ‘lia, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Placing her coffee cup down on the table, the brunette turned towards her, crossing her legs. She saw the nervous expression practically written across Dahlia’s face. What had happened to her? Could it be the reason why she was there? “I’m feeling fine. How are you?” Indigo inquired, inching closer, waiting for the latest details. “What’s with the sneaking in, huh? When did you get here?” The girl couldn’t help the sly grin that spread on her face. Whatever happened, it had to be interesting. There could be no other reason Dahlia spent the night without anyone knowing. Biting down on her nails, the suspense started to get to her. A gnawing feeling in her stomach started up. Indie started to worry, hoping nothing horrible had happened.

“Sorry,” she murmured, bashfully. “I’m fine. You sure your head’s okay?” she asked, brushing off the question. She wasn’t sure how their conversation this morning was going to go. Dahlia stared at Indie in confusion as the girl acted as if she had no idea how she came to be there. “Wait, what?” Dahlia shifted slightly, putting a little more space between their bodies. She didn’t want to assume anything, but every touch between them was different now. Their kisses had changed something ... for Dahlia at least. “Sneaking in? Indie, Brandon invited me over last night because of you,” she started. “You were drunk off your ass. Do you not remember anything?” Dahlia’s cheeks started flushing pink, embarrassed by the situation and at the realization that she might have to explain to her friend exactly what had happened between them.

[awwwwwablog]

They haven’t but I explained it to them and I don’t know.. They said I would need surgery. I don’t think I can exactly afford it right now, so hopefully, they’re wrong. I have an appointment soon, I think.. so yeah. We’ll see. Me? A ray of sunshine? That’s sweet, Dahlia… But you flatter me way too much.

[daft-dahlia-blog]

I don’t know, they still sound pretty shady to me. They can’t say anything for sure until they look at your mouth. That’s my opinion. Well...I was being sarcastic, but now I’m not sure if you’re being sarcastic with me or not. Either way, regardless of your thoughts on Mercury, I don’t think you’re all that bad, Kaiden.

[littlerilxy]

I don’t think it was a roach.. I mean it might have been a grasshopper, but I don’t know I didn’t look at it really well before I ran away. Can you please though? I’ll give you the key you can go in first..I mean..I will..if you want me to..I’ll show ‘em up first..You don’t have to be scared.

[daft-dahlia-blog]

A grasshopper? Ethan...Fine, I’ll come over with my full arsenal. I’ll be fully loaded though so it’ll probably be best if I go in first. Y’know, I know how to handle the weaponry.

[daft-dahlia-blog]

{ &&. DANCE ON BROKEN GLASS } // character playlist + [listen.]

– && * down the rabbit hole + [dahlia’s feelings and personality]

01. tea party kerli || ❝welcome to the tea party, wanna be my vip?❞

02. walking on air kerli || ❝little creepy girl with her little creepy face, saying funny things that you have never heard.❞

03. i’m not okay (i promise) my chemical romance || ❝i’m not okay, you wear me out.❞

04. breaking the habit linkin park || ❝i don’t know how i got this far, i know it’s not all right, so i’m breaking the habit tonight❞

05. pity party melanie martinez || ❝maybe it’s a cruel joke on me, whatever. just means there’s way more cake for me, forever.❞

06. fear and loathing marina and the diamonds || ❝not everyone is out to screw you over, maybe, yeah just maybe they just wanna get to know ya.❞

07. mad hatter melanie martinez || ❝the normals they make me afraid, the crazy they make me feel sane.❞

08. road to paradise tat || ❝times in life you’ve gotta take a chance and dance on broken glass and see who lasts.❞    

– && * through the looking glass [dahlia’s relationship experiences]

09. rock ‘n’ roll avril lavigne || ❝somehow it’s a little different when i’m with you❞

10. strange tokio hotel feat. kerli || ❝you want me to change, but all i feel is strange in your perfect world❞

11. everything i’m not the veronicas || ❝'cause the girl that you want, she was tearing us apart ‘cause she’s everything i’m not.❞

12. who knew p!nk || ❝if someone said three years from now you’d be long gone, i’d stand up and punch them out ‘cause they’re all wrong. i know better ‘cause you said forever and ever. who knew?❞

13. wanted you more lady antebellum || ❝i guess i wanted you more and looking back now i’m sure.❞

14. crazy kat dahlia || ❝tryina figure out what i want, what i do, what i don’t .. is it crazy all them answers is you?❞

15. lonely neighbor oh honey || ❝i know that she won’t love you like i love you, oh well, oh what am i to do? oh well, oh what am i to you?❞

16. alone together fall out boy || ❝let’s be alone together, we could stay young forever.❞

[dailylilycollins]

[daft-dahlia-blog]

okay okay okay so i’m going to shower and then work on tasks for dahlia && grace and then get to replies !! ^_^ i’m so excited!

[daft-dahlia-blog]

@emerywins: oh i think that i found myself a cheerleader

@emerywins: just kidding, it was a twenty dollar bill. stil pretty good tho

@redxdahlia: the 20 is a better find IMO

@redxdahlia: although the cheerleader would possibly be hotter

[brycefxk-blog]

“I don’t want to come off aggressive to my roommate and start labeling my food but if I come home to no pizza rolls one day I may die. And labeling is a small price to pay for continuing to live, no?”

[daft-dahlia-blog]

“Hey, it’s every person for themselves when it comes to survival. There’s no shame in labeling your stuff.”

[awwwwwablog]

There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to expose how fuckin’ irritated I am with the Seattle dentistry. You see these pearly whites? They don’t come cheap. I take pride in perfecting this smile and for some reason today my tooth hit some kind of “let’s fuck up Kaiden’s day” motto and has been killing the right side of my mouth. Naturally, I called up a few places because I need this fixed, and apparently I need some kind of surgery for it? First of all, I don’t trust or know them well enough to have them all up in my mouth. Second, why the fuck would I need surgery for this? It can’t be that bad. Anyway, I think I’ll just suffer in pain, so if I’m extra bitchy then you have to deal with it. That is all.

[daft-dahlia-blog]

Have they even looked into your mouth? How can they say you need surgery if you haven’t even had an appointment yet?? Sounds like some crazies trying to take your money. Really? You’re normally such a ray of sunshine. I can’t picture you any other way.

[littlerilxy]

That’s understandable. What? No. That doesn’t work with bugs. Out of sight always in my mind and possibly crawling all over me. Please send help. I mean who knows. This one bug might just crawl next door and then it’ll be in your house. 

[daft-dahlia-blog]

Ew, I mean, I don’t want to start up a roach motel but I’ll just kill them if they show up at my place. Want me to come over?? I’ll grab my Raid and fly swatter. I’m a deadly combination with those things.