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@flametatted
The Neighbourhood, Scary Love. (2018)
in my defense, i was left unattended
* (2) word prompts
send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!
good day
missing person
twitching hands
whistling wind
fever dream
stern words
treasured item
fake smile
clean clothes
muggy afternoon
something lost
endless day
hot meal
blurred vision
teaching moment
screeching tires
heated argument
creeping memories
street corner
first aid
bedtime story
fragile confession
childhood lullaby
honored promise
walking target
positive attitude
monster teeth
rage personified
home again
broken bones
stuffed animal
first snow
worried glances
shattered glass
i wish loving you didn’t feel like breathing around a knife.
marina v., the breakup poem #3. (via findingwordsforthoughts)
@flametatted
(via biblicle)
Some days will be harder than others, some days will hit you harder than normal.
Michael Daaboul ~ Hard Day (via michaeldaaboul)
capvlett.
vaffanculo, she spat, internally. eyes ablaze, she extended her hands. perpetually superior in attitude, she simply said: “UNTIE ME.” not a request.
“are going to cooperate, or keep being some shit-nosed brat?”
Ramiel: “You’ve got… thirty seconds.”
the life & times of a fleshbag. as understood by neuro.
SETH GECKO. / of the gecko brothers. ( do you know who i am? ) really, el rey was just a dream. a beautiful, needed dream. you’ll never get me to say it out loud, & if you do i won’t be sober. but sometimes we need dreams to cling to. hope to settle on. / only so it can be crushed later. / life is much more f u c k e d than you could ever imagine. click on ahead if you want to find out how. like / reblog if you want to interact with one fucked up ( yet considerably dapper & badass ) son of a bitch.
i’m not the batshit one, don’t worry. // @flametatted.
w i n k. don’t faint now.
post s3. from dusk till dawn indie rp.
brother.
“carmen electra. c’mon, that’s an easy one.”
a scoff. “more ang for me.” a swing of his beer. his lips purse, bit of foam clinging. glance. smirk. then he clears his throat, leaning back in his chair.
“swallow a cup of nails. or... shoot your own foot.” beat. “not that you haven’t done the second already.”
the slow chuckle rumbles in his chest. jabs at his brother’s expense? classic.
boy wonder.
‘ jesus fucking christ gecko, is that necessary ?? ’ scott asked, more to be annoying than any real disgust orhorror with what he said. scott had done a lot worse than put a bullet into someone’s brains. his eyes sweeped the open door way again. ‘ hurry up will ya ?? ’
“HEY, do i tell you how to slice people and rip their throats out with your teeth? fuck no– so shut up, kung fu panda, i’m busy–” he calls back, turning back to the poor pleb hanging by his fistfull of bank tie uniform. the man just stutters and seth pushes him back towards the the combination safe. mind flickers to richie & kate next door. whoever thought of putting a bank of america & a chase right next to each other was genius. “you heard the kid. move it, or i’ll shoot.” he watches as the man tries to go for a button on the side of the padlock. probably a panic button. oh, he didn’t listen. a frustrated YELL comes from the gecko & he shoots at the wall above the man’s head. the portly man screams.
seth just breathes out, clenching his jaw as he lowers the weapon just slightly. “see? you made me lose my temper. that looks like a mighty fine paint job & i don’t want to fuck it up with your blood splattered all over it. so be cool. i don’t want to shoot you, man. so. just be cool. punch the numbers. & we’ll go.”
a dead thing coming back to life oh how it hurts and maybe that’s why seeing him after so long sends shivers down your spine and a punch in your gut even though you once knew his face better than you knew your own and while you still know the exact melody of his beating heart something about him has shifted and that’s why your heart seems to break and mend at once because without him, it was a ruined thing itching inside your chest because, don’t you know, it once belonged to him but this heart, this soul, they still are made of his echoes and after all, the two of you are made from each other’s ribs because the Fates’s didn’t realize what they did when they forced you to reckon with the absence of him and perhaps that’s the truth you feel humming in your bones that this hurt is one he heals, that your heart was only ever his to steal
Unfinished Stories #1299 by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)
↳ Then shut up.
My heart feels so heavy, yet I am not sure if I want it to be empty.
ma.c.a // I don’t know which one hurts less (via vomitingwords)