* head / ass !

a dependant mumu as penned by lily for nexrp.

[pyramidbaby]

[wnq-quotes]

I miss you. But I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.

Simone de Beauvoir, a letter to Nelson Algren

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[edwestwikcs]

[shareaquote]

Sadness looks poetic on you.

misanthrofray (via wnq-writers)

[chelseaperetti]

[aidangilllen]

[fairytaleasoldastime]

[wnq-writers]

He was silent and reserved. But he talked to me. And out of every sentence that guy ever said to me, my favorite line might have to be: ‘I don’t talk much, but it was easy for me to open up to you.’

walkingirony   (via pocmuzings)

[justraulesparza]

Frederick Chilton being distracting ♦ oral fixation edition

[glcryborn]

*  caroline  crane  /  ofhungers  .

Fingers are withdrawn once he holds the paper in his own, and she nods, turning her back to him to face the closet. ❛ You’re welcome. ❜ She says it again, and it feels almost robotic. She’s usually so put together, always the sweet, sunshine-y doctor, but today she feels like she’s on autopilot. She’s no psychologist ( obviously. she’s a medical doctor, but she’s just a general practitioner. ), but her assumption is that she’s just so tired. Caroline silently hopes that Javier doesn’t notice, and waits patiently for him to sit. He’s not required to, of course, but she’s pretty sure that he thinks of himself as a bother to her, and he isn’t. He’s a distraction, and a welcome one at that. She offers him a soft, ghostly smile, and shakes her head. ❛ It really isn’t. ❜ Blue eyes watch him, and when she notices his gaze on her, she quickly drops her eyes. Lips curl back up at his comment, and the ghostly smile returns. ❛ You’re right but sometimes I can’t help it. ❜ She chuckles softly, shaking her head. ❛ I wouldn’t say hypocritical. It’s sound advice. ❜

Despite her words being the naturally expected rebuttal to his own, Javier feels the SINCERITY in them through the softness of her voice and the small smile on her lips. Of course he knew that she didn’t DESPISE him — Caroline Crane seemed to be filled with nothing but kindness and selfless deeds — but sitting here in her office, partaking in a conversation that didn’t feel at all curt or forced, Javier felt ... WELCOMED. It’s a shocking feeling, nice but unfamiliar to him and it almost makes him uncomfortable how comfortable it feels. So he chooses to give up in their little argument of sorts, staying silent and ignoring her words. Chewing on his lower lip, he taps a finger uneasily on the edge of her desk, nail digging in the shallow grooves in the wood. Javier looks up at her, head tilted and he matches the small HINT of a smile she wears, ❝ I suppose it is, isn’t it? Maybe it’ll do us both some good to listen to it ... ❞ It’s a soft suggestion, hardly meant for either of them to take SERIOUSLY, though they very much should.

[glcryborn]

*  kyra  sparks  /  empirelines  .

     A SHARP judgement is made almost immediately, whoever he is, he’s a downright prick. That, or he’s just a bore, but that would conflict with her earlier judgement that he wasn’t, so prick will just have to do for now. The position’s a bit ODD, with him craning his neck and her looking over his shoulder, so she does him one better and finds her way directly across from him. That way she can get a good look at his face, the deep set wrinkles that must be the byproduct of stress rather than age because he’s not old, just older. “ Are you the BIG BAD then ? ” She asks, tilting her head. She reckons if Jamila were here she’d get an earful for bothering the customers, but Kyra’s on her own time right now. There’s nothing stopping her from being a customer here to look at all the pretty girls like the rest of them, not for another half-hour at least. “ You own this place? ” She inquires further, with a gaze that scatters over a pressed suit and rather opulent cufflinks.

A brow quirks when she takes the seat opposite of him and self-consciously, Javier gives a brief glance around the club, hoping no one he knows will be here to WITNESS this — he doesn’t want people to make an assumption of what’s going on here. Just the thought embarrasses him, making him feel even more pathetic than he already does. So he pulls AWAY slightly, leaning back in his seat and dragging his legs away from hers underneath the table. An attempt at maintaining a respectable distance from the way too young girl sitting across from him. She shouldn’t be here. None of them should be, including himself. He avoids her gaze as she speaks, trying to seem INDIFFERENT to her presence but his brows furrow suddenly at her questions. ❝ Big Bad? ❞ Javier repeats, confused. He finally looks up at her, a questioning look on his face and he shakes his head. ❝ No, that’d be ED you’re thinking of. I’m not — ❞ Javier shakes his head again. He’s not the Big Bad, or at least he hopes he’s not. He tries not think about his REPUTATION in this part of his world. ❝ I um, I own the Inn in town. ❞ Green orbs are drawn away once again in his discomfort, focusing instead on the drink he holds in his hand.

[roominthecastle]

We are just a spoke in a very fucked up wheel.

[wordsnquotes]

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via wordsnquotes)

[monicas]

#about me

[thornysuggestion]

“someday this pain will be useful to you” my ass. i didn’t deserve what happened to me.

[wordmarked]

         i have scars on my palms and the insides of my fingers.                    there is blood in my mouth and staining my clothes.                             i have died too many times to count and come back again stronger.

                 ( are you proud of me, momma? are you proud of me, pappa? )

[jamesfrancoco]