Don't let me fall. @dancing-delilah - Tumblr Blog

i miss you guys jsyk

I don't like myself very much.

I just love everyone okay and I may be drunk right now and how do you get blood off of jeans and shit man Alyssa's gonna be pissed

hey bbys of chandlers ~ well, whoever's left..

I'm not going to be here for a week because ugh i have to visit family

gross

I hate hospitals, and I hate needles.

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I said them affectionately! Noodle…

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No you didn't! Prick.

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How am I being mean? Jeez woman.

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You called me mean names.

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Add five minutes to the thing and walk around the long way bitchtits.

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No shit head you're being mean to me.

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It’s your fault then fuckface.

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No it's not because I have to cut through to the playground to get to my job, ass face.

alistair-logan replied to your post: I hate playgrounds.. I hate them. She’d be six,...

Don’t go near them stupid.

I can't help it, shit head.

#alistair-logan

I hate playgrounds.. I hate them. She'd be six, now. She would still be here.. and she'd be happy and.. she'd be six now, going on seven. I'm just.. Wow. I hate playgrounds.

#in which she misses her baby who died

So I kind of miss my wife.

#she's guilty #totally guilty

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It's been too long || Alliah

The thing with coming back from any kind of war was the adjustment period. That time that you get without the noise, the fear or the constant pressure that any false move could kill you. It was what Alistair had joined the army for - that constant rush. Coming back to regular, civvy life was weird. Sitting about the house, repairing a few things… Sure he could get another job to fill the time but he wasn’t really in need of money and he sort of enjoyed the time alone.

It had been far too long since he’d seen Delilah, the depressed girl whom he shared his home with for God knows how long. She seemed to have become dazzling since he’d last seen her. Now he was going to meet her after what seemed like a lifetime, he couldn’t wait. Standing outside the bar, coat wrapped around his muscular figure as his eyes scanned the streets for the redhead. The wind whipped his face raw as he squinted into the dark. “C’mon Del… it’s not like you to be late…” He muttered to himself.

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Ever since Delilah dropped out of school at the mere age of eighteen, her life basically turned to shit. Shortly after finding her father, her mother fell sick. They say she didn't have long left - and they were right. Now Delilah only had her father, who she was still on rocky terms with. Since coming back into town with her wife, Alyssa, things have been in slow motion.

Walking down the street slowly, Delilah tried to find the peace she had once loved about this town, but failed. Maybe it was the peoples lives she had in her hand that she had just taken. Or maybe it was because Delilah never really knew what peace felt like. The street lights illuminated the way to the bar, and she soon found herself standing in front of Alistair. He seemed different. Everyone in this town was different, even her. Her hair had lost its shine, she had lost a lot of weight and she seemed fragile. "Uh.. Hi." She mumbled to him, not looking at Alistair in the eye.

#it's been too long #Alliah