𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓶, 𝓶𝓪.

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[rchietvzier-deactivated20191023]

Technically, Amelia was window shopping for healthy foods. She looked at everything with deep attention only to put it back on the aisle - the woman was clearly mentally and physically tired, the price numbers becoming meaningless as she looked at them and for the love of God couldn’t care less. When she finally made the decision to make herself a caesar salad, Deluca couldn’t remember where the lettuce was. Looking around, she could see someone coming closer. How lucky. “ Hm… Excuse me? ” Amelia said with an uncertain expression, “ can you show me where the lettuce is? ”

[witchanya]

                        A mischieveous smile crossed Anastasia’s face when she saw the person on the streets, walking up to them with a flyer in hands. “ And may I interest you in a marvelous tour ? I promisse nothing but the most frightening experience of your whole life ! ” She said in her perfect tour guide voice, only them giving the person a slightly sarcastic smile and wink. “ Besides what else can you do in this town on a friday night ? ”

[jennyxhumphrey]

“Narcissism is real and fleeting. This statement was narcissistic because it valued how other people tend to make things about themselves, and not about me. So who’s selfish, me or them?”

[adrianamartinez-archive]

Tyler sat behind the church his father preached at, against the cold brick and amongst the overgrown grass that had been missed the last few times the grounds were cut. With an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, he patted down his jacket pocket before pulling out his lighter. The lighter flicked to life and began to burn the end of the tobacco filled paper. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, bringing the cigarette to his mouth and taking in his first hit. The sound of footsteps quietly approached from around the corner and without opening his eyes, he commented to the now nearby person “I don’t have another cig, if that’s what you came looking for.” He exhaled his smoke as he spoke each word.

[yovnggods]

it’s the middle of the day, but RHYS can’t help but feel like he’s been awake for eternities — eyes sore from the bright laptop screen, the gloomy weather outside is not doing any favors to his exhaustion. eyes not lifting from the ever-growing list of emails and invoices the tattoo shop was receiving, the man vaguely notices a figure near by, instantly assuming it being staff of the shop — “ i’ll have another espresso. ” the male requested in monotone.