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We're only y o u n g and naive still, we require certain skills. The mood it c h a n g e s like the wind, hard to c o n t r o l when it begins The bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in-betweens. Fall back in love e v e n t u a l l y. Can't help myself but count the flaws, claw my way out through these walls. One temporary escape, feel it start to permeate. We lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight. You keep my secrets hope to die. Promises, swear them to the sky ➷

[kildarehq]

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[megturnies]

poly ships are so fucking perfect and i wish there was more. i wish there were more fics exploring three people falling in love, or two people building a friendship and growing closer because they’re both in love with the same person. i want art and head canons and all of it. there’s so much that’s untapped because not enough people seem to want to go in that direction and it’s really sad

[thepiscesactor-deactivated20121]

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

[minotaursauce]

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

[kildarehq]

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the night we met // lord huron

[heavensghost]

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obsidiians:

      it felt like there was an invisible cord connecting them, whatever feeling swamped her seemed to simultaneously overthrow whatever composure abel had thought he had. and that should have been red flag number one, truly,  because abel had always been independent and he’d always been adamant in keeping himself apart from those that he had close, always at least a full arm’s length away despite how attached at the hip they might have been perceived. but he fed off of the dips and highs that hannah had, even now, a lightening of the heart that had previously tumbled to his stomach. “ i could have used a drowning analogy like everyone else, if that’s more your cup of tea. ” idly, a few fingers of his left hand brushed over her knee. “ i’m also scared of beaches. jellyfishes at beaches, really, but beaches in general is a good summary. crashing planes, black ice, acquiring an allergy to milk chocolate so i’m condemned to dark chocolate for the rest of my life. ”

     easy. abel made everything feel so easy. maybe it was his near idiotic rambling or the entrancing line of his jaw. .  somehow everything about him made hannah feel like nothing else mattered. “stop your rambling and kiss me.” she spoke through a small laugh, soft gaze on him as if conveying adoration. if there was anything hannah knew she felt for him ( besides the now obvious - love. ) it was adoration. every inch of skin, every dumb fact, every stupid story. .  she loved it all. he could talk for hours on end about nonsense and she would be content. 

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obsidiians:

       rather than grapple onto her, abel let his hands lay flat against the floor, keeping it so she could be in charge of what space there was between them, or lack there of. his voice remained soft ; a tactic his mother had always used on him to instill some confidence without coming off overwhelming. “ me too. ” though maybe not for the sake reason. abel had always made it an adamant choice to keep his feelings to himself and expel whatever scenarios would have demanded more of him. vulnerability was not an emotion he favored to adorn, not in the company of his parents and certainly not in the company of his friends. “ it’s like knowingly standing in the path of a tornado, i think. survive and have a really badass story to tell the cashier at the grocery store even though she never even asked to hear it, or do it and die and feel really idiotic for it. y’know, in hell or wherever ‘cause you’ll be dead. ” the latter had always been the reason why abel opted for his own company, but meeting someone like hannah lay was not a normal occurrence. he peeked down at her hands. “ i think we’d be the first part. ” 

     in the stupidity of his example, hannah found comfort. a comfort she hadn’t known herself capable of until now. abel was a safe place. a place hannah could crawl into and keep warm. a place to house her when times got tough. . . a place she could call home. that in itself was what was so terrifying about it all. depending on someone like this while knowing at any minute they could walk away. .  it was something it seemed only fools would do. someone as logical and level headed as hannah should have known to head for the hills. . . and yet, all she wanted was to further burrow herself into him. “you’re dumb.” a throw away insult, surely, but it was enough to bring her gaze back to him. if the house his company had made would comr crashing down on her  than so be it. “but i like it.”

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obsidiians:

      the corners of his mouth naturally softened, humor beginning to ease the tension that had burrowed in the muscles of his shoulders. even if it was short-lived. abel kept his breathing pattern shallow, as if somehow making his facial features too animated would break whatever trance he seemed to have her in. ( as if it all would wash away with a dazed shake of her head, like in the movies. ) part of him had wished himself inebriated enough to chalk this all up to manifested daydreams, maybe then he would have missed the too telling tremble of her chin. “ thank you. i tell myself so every time i walk past a victoria’s secret with those giant angel banners in their front windows, ” he mused to further latch onto some semblance of calm, though his hands fed into the space between them, drawing his thumb over what tears had reached the bottom of her face. soft enough only to reach the distance between his mouth and hers, abel pled, “ please don’t cry. ”

          hannah hadn’t wanted to cry and that was evident in the way she pushed at her cheeks, forcing the tears back into her hairline. “i’m not.” she lied, sniffling as the back of her hand patted at the dampened area beneath her eye. admitting her fear seemed more detrimental than the fear itself. opening up, really bearing her soul seemed like something so terrifying. growing up, hannah had learned to keep any negativities to herself. it was easy to remain in good graces when she seemed perfect. it was a role her brother had fit into so easily but one she had struggled to mold into. “i’m just - “ but the words didn’t come, instead she shrugged, pulling her saddened gaze from his eyes to rest on her hands now in her lap. despite the feeling like she would choke on such an admission, she willed the words to claw up her throat, pry open her teeth and slip past her lips. “i’m just scared is all.” it felt foreign. someone with such a confidence, such a normalcy shouldn’t have been so emotionally stunted in this way. “its - its dumb.”

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obsidiians:

        it wasn’t like he and leo were friends, so abel felt no real need to bother with carrying on the conversation. the atmosphere felt a lot like limbo, or what he would have assumed it to be, because abel was torn between melting into the normal calm he got from hearing hannah speak and the irritating, though currently minute, bubbles of anxiety that demanded he get some point blank clarification from her. he swallowed, all but physically stripping himself from his train of thought in order to watch her. heat boiled to the apples of his cheeks, and part of abel was near certain she could feel it regardless of how brief her touch was. his shoulders remained stiff, inhibiting him from leaning forward to close the space she’d put between them. “ what are you doing? ”

     hannah was happy to drop the subject, though she wasn’t so keen on dropping her suspicion on leo’s intent for abel . . nor would she be willing to let it go so openly now as they had both divulged their own feelings for one another. for the moment she would allow herself to be distracted by abel’s beauty. “looking at you.” she whispered after a brief pause, a soft and almost sad smile pulling at the corners of her lips. it was with the realization that pain was inevitable that her chin muscles tightened along with her forehead, chin quivering as she gazed over his face. the last thing hannah had wanted in this moment was to cry and yet, against her own will, tears had began to cover the curved surface of her green eyes. “you’re so handsome.” it was an attempt to pull attention from her hyper sensitive state, one she swore was failing. 

[hey-stepnen]

writer in the dark

lorde

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[portraitofadumbassonfire]

Lorde //// Loveless

[heavensghost]

HARD FEELINGS

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obsidiians:

      maybe some parts of it had been too much. abel didn’t really know leo, and he couldn’t make any honest assumptions about her character, but no part of it had seemed malicious to him. she’d invited them all to a show and to hangout backstage afterwards, and though there might have been a bit of innocent sparkling from abel’s eyes, it had all came off as a sincere outreach to fans. maybe even something she did every couple of city stops, for the sake of seeming personable without splashing herself all over magazine covers. whatever the reason, again, had he known it would have made hannah the least bit uncomfortable, he wouldn’t have been so quick to say yes. 

      “ what’s so different about her? ” abel asked ; it wasn’t like leo was the first girl that had sat on his lap in the same vicinity as hannah, and she probably wouldn’t have been the last had this conversation never happened. his right hand moved to clasp her arm beneath her elbow, a simple action for skin to skin contact. “ i know you already said that she was a bitch, i always figured that was just her persona, or whatever, for the public. sell records and shit. but she’s as harmless as .. i don’t know, your sorority sisters. or my english professor. ”

     the fact that he couldn’t see it made hannah question whether he wanted to. “i like to think sometimes what people show you is the truth. . .” she spoke decidedly, as if that was the best way to approach it. hannah didn’t want to ruin his idea of her. . . didn’t want to cast a shadow on someone who shined so bright to him despite the fact that she hated her. . . despite the fact that hannah saw exactly the sort of person she was. “and sometimes, you just gotta believe that truth, y’know? don’t question it.” her hands moved then to cradle both side of his jaw, thumbs softly rubbing at his cheeks while she pulled back to get a better look at him. 

[thnkfilm]

“Dude, thank you so much for telling me how much nude models can make in a class like this. I need the money.”

“Yeah, I just didn’t mean my class.”

Broad City (2014-)