let the ocean take me

we are all wanderers on this earth our hearts are full of wonder, and our souls are deep with dreams.

[thelovejournals]

Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history.

Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via thelovejournals)

[genius-lyrics]

Isaiah Rashad - Heavenly Father

[harrybcyle]

roisin.

“Shot. Damn. I totally forgot that I complimented you already. I guess that means that you don’t get another complimented until sixty days then.” Roisin smirked. Why did she feel the need to compliment him? “Why do you keep ruining my plans? I had the perfect costume picked out for you,” She kidded. “Maybe I’ll change my goal and see if I can drive you insane instead.”

“That hardly seems fair,” Harry countered with an exaggerated pout, managing to look genuinely upset, but really planning to see if he could get her to compliment him so more. His ego admittedly played a part in that, but he was also curious about how long she could go without doing so. It wasn’t very long, so far. “Alright, I’m going to bite. What costume did you have in mind?” He shook his head, her words striking a cord, though his face remained in an expression of easy humor. “I’m already insane. Is it not obvious?”

[harrybcyle]

jason.

“I would like to think that you fall somewhere in the middle and it’s fun when i hang out with you. Tonight you are going to have some fun” he said with a smile and a grin as he walked toward the man, “I am really sorry to hear that. If you want to talk about it i am all hears but it’s understandable if you don’t”

“Wouldn’t that make you the fun one?” he countered, uncrossing his arms and pushing back from the couch, a smirk stretching over his lips. “I am curious about how you’re going to manage making sure I have fun, though.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Talking isn’t my strong suit, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

[harrybcyle]

isabel.

“They are on the menu,” she answered with a grin. “As of today they are, at least. They’re one of our new items.”

“I’ve never been here before, so the menu is a complete mystery to me. I’m officially excited to see what else is on there, though.”

[harrybcyle]

alina.

“I’ve been there a few times when I was younger for vacation.”

“Did you like it?”

[harrybcyle]

roisin.

“Well you’re still very handsome looking even if you’re sad and pathetic. Most people can’t pull that look off but you? You look amazing,” She complimented. “Shot. I guess I’ll just have to settle for a different photoshoot then. Maybe one where we’re both behind the camera?” Roisin suggested. “True. I guess you have to keep yourself entertained somehow even if it’s at my expense.”

“I know that this is setting myself up to be mocked,” Harold started, his lips thinning into a smirk, “but I have to point out that you just complimented me. Before my thirty days was up.” He grinned, a little triumphant, and squared his shoulders. “Only if it doesn’t involve nudity… or a ridiculous costume, I’m game.” He chuckled. “That’s the spirit!”

[harrybcyle]

roisin.

“I knew it! I wasn’t going to say anything but since you brought it up there’s is something about your face. You just have this sad, pathetic vibe,” Roisin joked, gently nudging him with her elbow. “Fine. You should let me see you naked then. Maybe for our date. I can do a nude photoshoot of you,” She suggested though she wasn’t serious about it. “Thank you. I can already tell you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“I don’t even try to hide it. There’s no point.” Harold shrugged his shoulders once again, grinning still. Most of his jokes were self-deprecating “Ah, nope. I have to draw the line at a nude photoshoot.” He shook his head vehemently, not liking the idea of that at all. “Where would be the fun in that? Of course I’m going to make it hard on you.”

[harrybcyle]

trent.

  “Okay, you have the worst taste in music You should just give it a rest and you are making my hears bleed” he said talking to the person next to him

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about the music. You want a tattoo or not?”

[calliesinclair-deactivated201563]

IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO | HARRY & JULIET

[calliesinclair-deactivated201563]

Keep reading

[harrybcyle]

Her presence, as overwhelming as it was, had the opposite effect on him. It made him want to rush to the bar for a drink – or ten. Being near her made him crave in a way he hadn’t in so long, knowing that she could be a portal to his desires, all of them. His body practically hummed with a need he was so used to ignoring, but he swallowed those feelings, pushing them to the back of his mind until he was able to process them later. He shifted his focus back to her, the haze clearing from his eyes and zeroing in on her. “And yet it wasn’t until you read her name that you came to find me,” he shot back with a sigh on his lips. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned at the waist to face the wall, trying to sort through the chaos in his head. “It wasn’t until there was an opportunity to fight, or whatever this is, that you sought me out.” He looked back over at her, his breath catching in his throat. “Why is that? Huh?”

He wanted to laugh, because that didn’t even come close to describing what she was, what their relationship meant to him. It wasn’t safety, or consistency– it was so much more than that. “You were everything to me,” he said finally in a quiet voice. “When I would look at you, I would be fucking blinded by the sheer intensity of what I felt.” He looked down at the ground and scoffed, shaking his head. “I used to think that I didn’t need anything, or anyone, as long as you were there – you know? Sometimes I used to watch you sleep, try to memorize the rise and fall of your chest… and I would imagine what my life would be like if you left, if you weren’t there. I was never able to do it, though.” He rolled his shoulders, looking back up at her, and his chest tightened. “And then you were gone, and for a while, I forgot how to breathe. Sometimes I still can’t.” Being near her now, it was like waking up in that hospital again – it felt like a punch in the gut to look at her, to know that they weren’t compatible anymore, that they weren’t good for each other. Neither of them were offering what the other needed, and it killed him. “But things are different now. We both know that.”

His lips turned down in a frown as she spoke, wondering where she got the impression that his date would lead to his next great love story – and only a little heartbroken that she thought loving him was such a curse. For the most part, though, he agreed with her. What good did he bring to those around him? What could he offer anyone? “You have no idea what I see when I look at you,” he muttered to the wall behind her head, unable to meet her gaze. It was true – he saw heartache and pain, his own and hers, but it was more than that. Beneath all the horrible shit, the raw emotion, he was still blinded when he looked at her. “Getting high, and wasted, is the source of all my pain. Trust me, I’m in no rush to revisit it.” That was a lie, and he knew it. All he thought about was trying to drown out the pain with substances he fought so hard to give up, but he was working so hard to keep himself from giving in. 

Harold let silence fall over them then, unwilling to say more lest he regret it in the morning. The small buzz he had when she found him was gone, replaced with an emptiness that made his chest feel as though it would collapse in on itself. He stood there, shoulders tense and hands buried in the pockets of his slacks, waiting for her to leave him. Waiting to return to the party, to find his date and pretend his world wasn’t falling apart. He needed normalcy, needed to quit visiting the past. But then she was talking again, and he swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his face neutral. “I can’t forget this happened,” is all he said as he passed his phone over after pulling it from his pocket with a sigh. The screen already unlocked, he turned his back on her, looking at the wall like it held something interesting.

[harrybcyle]

finn.

Finn’s attention too was drawn to the TV for a moment before he looked back at his dinner taking another bite. He nodded in silent agreement with Harry’s comment, arching his eyebrows. Scrunching his features, Finn pointed at Harry with his fork when he spoke. “You have, by far, one of the coolest professions in this entire fucking city. I hope you know I’ll be in soon to get one of those killer birds tattooed onto my ass pretty soon,” he joked. “Ass? Ah, maybe not. Maybe, I’ll go more classic, my ankle or something.” Finn looked away from Harry following his correct assumption. “Nothing specific,” he answered truthfully, shrugging when he raked his food around on his styrofoam plate. “Nothing bird-nightmare inducing…” Finn trailed, flashing a smile in Harry’s direction.

Harold scoffed, following the sound with a bark of laughter. “I had to shave someone’s inner thigh today and then hover with my face a few inches from his package for an hour. He wasn’t even hot, so it was just super uncomfortable. There’s nothing cool about that.” He shook his head, banishing the image from his mind, and scrunched up his nose. “Fuck the ankle. That’s going to hurt like a bitch, and plus, the ass is funnier. Imagine how people are going to react to finding a neon bird on your ass.” He laughed, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. “Then you’ve practically got it made in the shade, man.”

[harrybcyle]

omar.

“What a piece of shit.”

“Does kicking it help?”

[harrybcyle]

jason.

  “Well i guess that i should be shirtless more often. You seem to like it when am shirtless” he said with a grin on his face as he closed the door after the other came in. “I have been good and busy but thankfully i have a free night today and wanted to do something fun” he added as he looked at his friend. “What about you, how you been? It feels like it has been ages”

“I’m of the mind that everyone should be shirtless more often,” he answered with a laugh, leaning into the back of the couch and crossing his arms over her chest. “So you called me? Come on, man... I’m the exact opposite of fun.” Harold shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to answer that question. Saying he was good would be lying. “I’m alright. Things have been kind of chaotic lately.”

[harrybcyle]

jessica.

A small shrug of her shoulders and Morgan was moving on to smiling softly at the man. “What makes you say that?” She then questioned, always assuming being bad was a lot more interesting. “Bad usually means being careless and careless can be pretty fun. Or so I’ve heard.” Actually, she had experienced some careless nights in her day, but that was like water on the bridge. “Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. It’s a little too early in the evening to be going home anyway, so I feel yeah.” Slouching down, Morgan then signaled for the bartender to come her way. “Well, then let me get you something to eat!”

Harold didn’t really know how to answer that without being honest about his past, which didn’t seem appropriate to tell a stranger at a bar -- not while he was sober, at least. Had he had a few drinks, he likely would be more than willing to spill all his secrets. “Careless can also be dangerous, and get you arrested,” he answered instead with a shrug of his shoulders. He punctuated the following silence on his end by drinking from his glass, wishing there was liquor in it instead of juice. “How kind of you. I’m not the only decent person around here, I guess.”

[harrybcyle]

gabby.

“Hey! It’s good to be able to laugh at yourself.”

“It’s how I cope with my rising failures. Just keep on laughing.”

[harrybcyle]

alina.

“You have?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “Which state did you live in?”

“California for a while, bounced around on the west coast a bit. Mostly Cali, though.”

[harrybcyle]

roisin.

“Your favorite way to eat hamburgers is all alone at McDonalds? Damn. You really need to get a life my dear. That just sounds lonely and sad,” Roisin rolled her eyes. “I don’t think I agree. It’ll be a great date for you. For me? Not so much. Maybe if my date was a bit more muscular,” She teased. “True and it looks like I found mine.”

“I’m a sad, pathetic guy. It’s just how I am.” Harold shrugged his shoulders with a laugh. “You’re so mean to me. And I’ll have you know, I look fucking great without clothes. You should be so lucky to see me naked.” He grinned at her, wide and amused. “Well, I’ll wish you the best of luck. It won’t be an easy task, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”