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[belomi-archive]

          ❝ Come on. I bet you could shut me up pretty quick if you were               INVENTIVE enough. ❞

[eyeconttact]

          ‘                mm. i do watch an ASS LOAD of cop shows. 

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ What? Worried you’re going to lose? Guess you’ll never know               and I’ll just head home.      No vodka and America’s Next Top               Model for you. ❞

[eyeconttact]

                                                                   eyes roll.

         ‘            NO, i just know that when you LOSE, you’re going to                       whine for so long that i’d have to show you anyway.                        it’s totes not worth it.

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ Sounds like a plan to me. We’ll dry my hair with a towel and let it               air dry the rest of the way. Sound fair to you? And if I win, which               I will, I want to see you without the hair and makeup done. ❞

[eyeconttact]

              she’s already over it, eyes focused on SOMETHING ELSE               on her phone. gotta look busy, gotta look unaffected. 

                                            ‘               absolutely not. 

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ No– I just don’t care about commitment. There’s a distinct difference               there. But I’m NOT lying.    I’ll jump in the shower and wash my hair if               that will stop your insisting. And I have hair products.     I just don’t do               my hair often. It looks weird. ❞

[eyeconttact]

          ‘             mmmhm. if you say so, mister denial. and fine! fine. it’s a deal. if                         you have to do anything but dry your hair with a towel, you owe me                        some fancy as F food. and if you win––i don’t know. what do you want?  

[bestrongsister-deactivated20150]

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[ Text; Eliza. ] I do not owe you plastic surgery! [ Text; Eliza. ] That is such an exaggeration.  [ Text; Elza. ] Just put some ice on it. You’re face will be all pretty again tomorrow.

[eyeconttact]

[ iMESSAGE ➥ πetro ] you srsly owe me plastic surgery. [ iMESSAGE ➥ πetro ] the bump on my face looks like pluto [ iMESSAGE ➥ πetro ] while it’s not even a planet anymore                                                 i def don’t want it on my face [ iMESSAGE ➥ πetro ] !! [ iMESSAGE ➥ πetro ] !!!!

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ Did I want to see them again? Doesn’t really matter to me either               way. If we had a good night, it’s all good.       What the HELL is               wrong with my hair, Eliza?   This is just how it is. Or are you still               insisting I’m lying? ❞

[eyeconttact]

         ‘             right, right. forgot you were even WORSE with commitment than i was.                        my b. and hey! hey. do NOT start lying about lying!!! you were def lying.                       we’re styling your hair, i want to see what you do. i’ll find your hair products. 

[vishesonfire]

[wnq-writers]

People don’t always appreciate ruins. I’ve collapsed inside myself more times than I can remember, and look, nobody has noticed my cracks yet.

incandescentghost (via wnq-writers)

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ I’ll have you know I get PLENTY of girls like this. And you’re               just saying that because of my leather jacket. ❞

[eyeconttact]

‘               right, but did you want to see them again, is the real question. and NO,                 i’m saying this because i care about your wellbeing. this is so not healthy.                 PS––––we’re restyling your hair, too.

[vclor-blog]

    ❝ no. i just don’t want any kind of pr mishap.       that’s more of stark’s thing. ❞ 

[eyeconttact]

          ‘                oh, totes. i mean–––i’ve got a lot of bad press anyway. so you                            probs don’t want to be seen by the, like, public eye in my presence. 

[eyeconttact]

❝You’re not hurt, are you? Here, here, let’s see.❞

the hunchback of notre dame.

                         ‘            it’s OKAY. really. it’s my EGO more than anything.

    embarrassment weighs her braids down, keeps her cheeks ruddy. it could also     be the SCRAPES from hitting the floor, face first, but––––well. she’s also pretty     ashamed. big hands reach to poke and prod, oddly soft, at her face, at the     bandages on her forehead, the streaks of red on her nose. 

    god, and she wasn’t even texting. eliza just TRIPPED down the stairs, of course,     and woke up at the hospital. he keeps touching her face, and it kind of, OW,     hurts–––but it’s also kind of nice. being worried about. it balances the pain,     makes it kind of worthwhile.

               like getting your period after having sex. worth it. 

                                  ‘            if you carried me here and i was                                                unconscious for it, i’m going to be srsly pissed. 

[belomi-archive]

          ❝ –you’re not taking me shopping. I look fine. ❞

[eyeconttact]

           ‘            you’d look fine, if we were in the 80s. we’re going shopping. 

[eyeconttact]

“It feels good to be alone with you.”

hozier.

                                                ‘                oh, come on. it wasn’t THAT bad. 

    except her apartment was trashed, streamers and alcohol left lying around everywhere.     honestly, the whole place smells like BOOZE, and eliza’s convinced someone knocked     a few bottles onto her carpet. 

             cue a few seconds wondering if she could get contact drunk.

     eliza doesn’t even try to clean up, yet–––probably won’t for the next WEEK, either.      whatever. it’s her apartment, okay? if she doesn’t want to clean, she doesn’t have to,      thank you very much.

                he throws her a look that rivals her own. eliza grins.

                                                  ‘                okay, it was like, sort of rough.

     she plops down on the couch, occupying the space right next to him. there’s a questionable      bottle of wine to their right, and it’s open, but eliza’s probably had worse. she takes a swig,      passes the bottle over.

                                    ‘             desperate housewives? or america’s next top model. 

 the smile she throws up at him is real, toothy and wide. time alone with him wasn’t so bad, either. 

[eyeconttact]

sweats

[aromanticgcallen]

talk 2 me about characters learning how to be cared about

[aromanticgcallen]

#but really like talk to me about it#talk to me about the process of being checked on by text message#of being alarmed when someone catches your arm after work and gives you an odd look#what’s coming out of their mouth has gotta be something bad right#’are you okay’#mental stutter what just happened error 404 response not found#why the fuck did somebody come make me soup when i’m sick i’ve been doing it myself my whole life#what#i’m so confused why are they doing this why does my happiness mattter???#I’M SO U PS ET

[citythatistocome]

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath  (via wearyvoices)

[gael-garcia]

Henry, wait… I wanna give you your jacket back. You can just give it to me tomorrow No. I really wanna give it to you tonight.