SOMETHING IN THE WAY.

underneath the bridge, the tarp has sprung a leak and the animals i've TRAPPED have all become my pets, and i'm living off of grass and the drippings from the ceiling. but it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any F E E L I N G S .

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like this for a lil starter for the event !! let’s party !!

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dcshiell:

it amazed him how moments like these could still feel so intimate. sharing a rolled up dollar, snorting cocaine off her coffee table, speaking to each other as if the world was their own. and his mind, he didn’t see why it couldn’t be. ‘ taking all that credit? i think i was fucked up way before you, princess. ‘ and the words rung true. in fact, he felt nothing but good vibes since isla had come around. with her things were different. with her he felt as if they were the only two people on the planet. or at least the only two that mattered. watching as she took the next line, teeth grazed his lower lip before smiling as their gazes met a gain. the look she gave him was one he was sure could kill a man, leave him entirely powerless. and the way she spoke had him immediately obliging. leaning down to fill the space between them, one hand found the side of her face ; long fingers tangling into her hair as the other reached for the cigarette between her lips. once he’d removed the single obstacle, plump lips were finding hers and a firm kiss was being pressed to hers. he was certain kissing her was something he’d never get enough of. along with her presence. her body. her voice. her touch. her everything.

“ let’s agree that it was a joint effort. ” the girl teased. though she came off as the oblivious type, isla knew damn well how dash looked at her. merely the idea of what he thought of her made her nauseous. she never did well with emotions, let alone talking about them. still, she wasn’t going to waste the way she had him wrapped around her finger, and instead egged him on rather than pushing him away ( she doubted that would do much anyway ). he was suddenly up close and personally, the cigarette being pulled from her lips and being replaced with his own. isla quickly reciprocated, one of her hands lingering on his jaw as her thumb ran over his cheek. after a moment, she pulled away, a small smirk still on her lips. “ gimme that, ” she took the cigarette from his hands and, not before taking one last drag, isla placed it in a nearby makeshift ashtray. she quickly stood and placed herself into his lap, an arm wrapping around his shoulders.

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Throw ‘em to the jungle

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dcshiell:

the male was perched against the edge of the couch, arms crossed over his knees as he watched the way her delicate fingers skillfully formed the four white lines a top the table. the ghost of a smile had formed on his lips, concentrating on her every movement, much more elegant than he imagined she even realized. it was her voice that had an eyebrow arching, smile immediately widening as he reached for the bill. ‘ as you wish ’ the male spoke with a grin. carefully, he was leaning down, elbow resting against the table for support, finger moving to press against his nostril as the other hand guided the rolled up dollar up to the side he wasn’t pressing shut. it was seconds before he was easily snorting the powder up, eyes closing for a moment only to open again to make sure he’d actually gotten as much as he could. taking just an extra second to finish up the small excess of his first line, he was handing the bill over and leaning back. sniffling a couple times, one hand rose to run through his dark hair as his gaze was once again finding the beauty. ‘ been good babe, much better now though. ‘ pearly whites shone through, pale blue eyes fixed on isla as he awaited her turn. ‘ i can’t make any promises though. you know i like my fun. you know better than anyone, actually. ‘

her eyes kept on the back of his head as he went to work, a somewhat content smile on his face. though he was a little more attached to her than anticipated, his presence seemed to always put her at ease. not that isla would say anything about it. her gaze is quickly averted to somewhere else as she fidgeted with her legs, her left leg cracking as she unbent it. the girl took a drag as she listened to his response, pretty pink lips soon exuding smoke. grasping the dollar bill, she simply hummed out in response, “ i think i’ve fucked you up too much, listening to you talk about trouble and fun being the same thing. ” with cigarette and bill in the same hand, she leaned over the coffee table. lining up her nose with the dollar, dollar with the line of coke, she ( like a machine ) snorted up most of the powder in one go. her hand tossed the bill back onto the table before leaning back herself, lips finding the end of her cigarette once again. eyes wandered to him, a small smile creeping onto her face. “ ..c’mere. ”

[malcryfitz]

mal loosened his tie as he exited the firm, sighing as the influx of oxygen made it’s way into his lungs. he unknotted the red silk, unwinding the piece of fabric from his collar. with one hand stuffing the tie into his pocket, and the other unbuttoning the topmost button of his dress shirt, mal began to appreciate the biting winds of chicago compared to the motionless static of the building he had just exited ( he had mixed emotions for the place, really. ) all he wanted to do now was drown himself in sublime and alcohol. his eyes heavy, mal approached the familiar face, eager for human interaction of someone around his own age. ‘ do you know where a man could get a good rum and coke around here ? ’

[islaisms-blog]

isla was a fan of walking. though her boots were already quite worn out, she still tried to walk everywhere she went, with destination in mind or not. when she passed the building to see a familiar ( and rather tired looking ) face, the girl couldn’t stop the crooked smirk from appearing on her face. despite the cigarette hanging loosely from her lips, she still spoke, “ you’ve come to the right girl. a client of mine always takes me to this bar a couple of blocks from here, if you’re interested. ” dainty hands stuffed into her jacket pockets, tilting her head. “ i’m sure they’ll fix you up something nice. ”

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gcwans:

‘ she’s insane. ’ he replied with a sigh. ‘ she orders every week, and can’t take a hint. i lose gas money every time she picks up the phone. ’ he nodded, watching as she tossed her bag into the chaos of his apartment – it wasn’t messy exactly, it just wasn’t organized. ‘ actually,  i think i have about half a bottle of jack laying around here somewhere. give me a second. ’

“ --do you have any other people who deliver ?? because that sounds fucking awful. if i were you, i’d spit in her food outta spite. ” isla half-joked. she didn’t really mind his messy apartment, it’s not like her own place was any better, after all. “ take your time, doll, i’ve got a lot of time to spare tonight. ” 

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i’m sO tired today idk why im feelin so lazy today bUt !! im gonna try to do some replies tonight xx

[thelovejournals]

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

Shinji Moon (via lehanewrites)

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[islaisms-blog]

after the club closes, the girls typically stick around to get changed, count their money, or just to wait until they’re all certain that any creeps are gone. isla found herself almost rushing out of the group dressing room this time, shrugging on her dirty flannel and double-checking her laced up combat boots before ( with bag filled with singles ) slipping out through the back door. she took several steps before slamming shoulders with someone walking past. “ --fuck, ”  the grip on her bag only tightens, worried that she was about to get mugged, when she saw the familiar face. isla always saw them when she was performing on stage. no matter what, they were always looking at her. “ sorry, i didn’t watch where i was going. ” \\ @voightsjpg

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ISLA’S FASHION AESTHETIC.

ripped jeans, overalls, boots, tight jeans, no bra, crop tops, ratty denim jackets, ‘borrowed’ flannels, iron-on patches, ripped stockings, thrift-store ripped jeans, shiny makeup, circular sunglasses, oversized sweaters, the token bright pop of color.

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ISLA’S DAY TO DAY AESTHETIC.

messy beds, pastel pink walkman, neon lights, city skylines, stacks of dollar bills, records, pretending to be rich, skimpy clothes, playing with matches, getting cheap wine drunk, flickering street lights, broken promises, glitter.

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mimi + outfits

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areswyd:

it was her voice that snapped him out of his tired reverie. he looked up at her, or at least in her general direction, from where he was sitting at the end of his bed. the undeniable growing tension wasn’t lost on even him, as dense as the boy could be at times. it bubbled just beneath the surface, leaving the blond to wonder not if but rather when it would rear it’s ugly head. “ uh- ” he had never been the most articulate of men but maybe the question floored him a little. more than he’d care to admit. he let the single syllable linger, unsure as to what the right answer was, as he dragged himself sluggishly over to the bathroom. “ do you want to come over ? i mean… is it even a good idea ? you’ve been hanging around me an awful lot lately. aren’t ya gettin’ afraid that i’ll corrupt you, princess ?”

she heard him shuffle towards the bathroom, but decided not to look at him in the moment. her shoulders were tense as if she was in an altercation, which was odd, because nothing had happened. yet. the answer he gave wasn’t the straight forward one that she’d hoped for, so instead of playing along with this whole innocence charade, isla simply looked over to him. “ i’m pretty sure i’ve corrupted myself enough for you to do anymore damage. ” for a moment, the girl stopped herself from continuing on, but she was too bold not to let it happen. it came out in a murmur, almost in a passive way, “ if you didn’t want me to come over you could’ve just said so. ”