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@fullofdisgrace-blog
I FEEL LIKE AMY WANTED PEOPLE TO BELIEVE SHE REALLY WAS PERFECT. AND AS WE GOT TO BE FRIENDS, I GOT TO KNOW HER. AND SHE WASN’T PERFECT. YOU KNOW? SHE WAS BRILLIANT AND CHARMING AND ALL THAT, BUT SHE WAS ALSO CONTROLLING AND OCD AND A DRAMA QUEEN AND A BIT OF A LIAR. WHICH WAS FINE BY ME. IT JUST WASN’T FINE BY HER. SHE GOT RID OF ME BECAUSE I KNEW SHE WASN’T PERFECT.
❝ TAG, YOU’RE IT. ❞
DEATHBTWNHERTHIIGHS & TOXICSTARLET
It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls. It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. italicize WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.
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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.
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I was drawn to her SUICIDE stare and her perfume of self-loathing. Our lips collided . . . her bitterness was rich on my tongue--- the darkness in her filthy soul setting a fire under the skin. Wiping a stray tear from her porcelain skin, I breathed, “I love you, Sally.” ( It didn’t matter that it was the TRUTH. It was what she wanted to hear. )
💓 (*evil cackling* she'll hate this)
Securing an arm around her waist, a hand slid over Rose’s pretty lips, wicked lips ghosting from the curve of her neck to the shell of her ear. “You are either with me or against me,” my teeth played over the sensitive flesh, “it’s up to you.” The laugh skidded against her skin, “Choose wisely.”
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Tongue flitting over her lower lip, I hummed lowly, “You taste sweet--- like SIN and regret.” Catching the tender flesh between my teeth, I purred, “With just a hint of lies.”
💓 *Jess winks*
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?” I smirked, sharp eyes PIERCING her soul in mirror’s reflection && then I turned to face her, hips swaying as I glided closer. “Careful … someone might think you’ve fallen to sexual perversions like our MISS WINTERS.”
Closer …
Closer…
Leaning in, a wicked tongue flitted over the soft flesh of her lower lip. “Your secret’s safe with me,” I whispered, fingers brushing over my chest, “CROSS my heart.” ( And hope to die. )
Gorgeous Chaos
Dark hues focus on the other now. She had been wrong..someone did love her. HE DID. Maybe now he’d admit it..or maybe he wouldn’t, just to spare the pain and heartbreak he’d feel once she DENIED him of his own feelings. “What good is left of my soul? — there is NOTHING good in me! my soul..it’s black…” He’s moving closer now, taking the other’s hand in his. Ben had been in love with the D AR K N E S S, he had been a sinner, not a saint. He was okay with this.
“I don’t want you to let me go…EVER.” He says sternly, eyes gazing into her own for just a moment before these last few words fall from his lips, “I love you.” Now he pulls her into a kiss, lips pressing against hers.
Grabbing at the base of his neck, I felt fire in the blood as our lips COLLIDED. I smothered him--- made him choke on the ache where my soul would have been. “If I had a heart to give . . . I would give it to you.” Fingers traced the line of his jaw . . . Looking into his eyes was almost enough to make me smile.
everything she did tantalized him, it all reinforced what he assumed to be true of all women; WHXRES. homewreckers! they all wanted one thing, to use men for SEX. ❛filthy..❜ eyes widened then shifted off towards her exposed thigh, the garter. heart racing as fingertips clutched at each arm of the chair, knuckles blanching from the effort to physically attack the woman for arousing both his lust and blood rage. ❛how dare you..❜ the man seethed but before he could speak she was causing quite the ruckus.
❛what! no.. NO! i was good! it was she that started-..❜ cut off in mid-sentence he was hauled away from the chair as three burly men pinned him to the floor and wrestled a straight jacket onto the now inconsolable man. ❛NO IT WAS HER! I’VE DONE NOTHING!❜ up on his feet now he howled, screaming as they bound him.
❛BXTCH! vulgar SLXT! you aren’t who you claim to be! you are no WOMAN OF GOD!❜ he spat as he was dragged from the common room. now sat in a cell deep within the bowels of the asylum he at least was free from the straight jacket but still those bars held him at bay. there he sat silently. willing her to be there, the snake. the witch in woman’s skin. she was no worker of the church, of that he truly believed.
“It didn’t have to be this way . . . ” I slipped out of the shadows of the cellblock, SHARP eyes cutting into him through the bars, “. . . if you weren’t so fucking weak, we could’ve been friends.” My face pressed against the bars, hands slipping down the corroded metal. “You know you did it, I know you did, yet somehow you still lack the BALLS to say it. To own your own DEMONS.”
“How’s little Eddie doing, by the way? I know I woke him up---” My hands moved to rest against my throat, gliding down nice and slow, “I could feel you undressing me with your eyes almost as much as I could HEAR you itching to,” a hand braced against my WINDPIPE, “squeeze.” My fingers traced over my collarbone, undoing the first two buttons of my habit.
“You want me . . .” I smirked, “You want me because I’m FILTHY, not in spite of it.” Red lingerie peeked out from underneath the sacred cloth. “You can lie to yourself and the Lord--- but you can’t lie to ME.”
Another button came loose, this one clattering to the floor, “I know everything.” My eyes were steady on his--- never flinching, never moving--- another button popping free. “God is just a made-up bedtime story some shriveled-up, old CUNTS tell us about to keep us in line . . . a boogieman with a HERDING staff.” The red silk was completely exposed down the front of my dress. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
( I honestly feel sad. i don’t know why. i think i’m off for the night. )
