tyrants.

ivy mccarthy, nineteen. " i was always an unusual girl. my mother told me i had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide & as wavering as the ocean.."

[ivynsfw-blog]

txt msg // sheepa 👯💖

sheba: ur lucky i'm awake or i'd have to kill u ://

sheba: YOU shouldn't be awake especially thinking about me

sheba: take care of yourself get a glass of water

sheba: pls be careful i don't want to be callin 911 at 3am again

ivy: why not ?? :(

ivy: thinkgn abot u is my facorie pastime

ivy: youre so oretty

ivy: like a snow angel

ivy: a blonde snow angel chicken face

[ivynsfw-blog]

txt msg // idk choose a clever name u dipshit

ivy: hiiiiiiiiiiiii

ivy: i kinda stole your ID for jokes but now i don't know where i've put it

ivy: hahahahhaa sorry

[ivynsfw-blog]

txt msg // sheepa 👯💖

ivy: idk if it's the alcohol kicking in

or the fact that it's 3 am???

ivy: or maybe cause ur special

ivy: idk

ivy: i think it's both

ivy: but i miss you

[ftcali-blog-blog]

“—–okay.”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“you’re really starting to remind me of this one guy who i absolutely,— without a doubt, loathe — in this godforsaken park. maybe you’ve met him? ‘m sure you’d hit it off.” 

[chandlersucks-blog]

“is it acceptable to let a person drown while i’m on duty — if that person is miles rose?” she asked, trying not to crack a smile. 

[chandlersucks-blog]

[ivynsfw-blog]

“miles rose?” ivy raised an eyebrow in speculation. why is this attractive stranger with striking blue hair talking about miles, of all the people in the park. she wasn’t sure whether she was a little bit jealous over the thought of them flirting, or because miles was lucky enough to score himself a solid ten. nevertheless; the contemplation of either of those things made ivy gag. “who’re you?” she bluntly asked, snapping back to reality. 

[mileswho-blog]

“nice to see you too, babe,” he chuckled as her hands suddenly collided with his chest, making him fall back a few steps. he hated how lanky he was, always falling over because he couldn’t control his gangly limbs. “eh, wishful thinking that, ain’t it?” he teased, wrapping his arms tight around her frame. “but you ain’t got rid of me yet, you’re stuck with me for now.”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“nice to see you too, babe.” she rolled her eyes whilst mimicking the boy’s accent, since he always spoke in such a drawl. “is that all you have to say, ya’ nitwit? where’s my long awaited apology, miles ‘are you okay’ rose?” she grinned, teasing him back in attempts to lighten the mood. although ivy saw right through him, knowing the boy, he probably wasn’t even joking. he’s been through hell and back so that thought was an easy trigger. her face softened a bit at his words, cupping his chin, so that his eyes were fixated on her. “don’t even joke about that.” she emphasised on each word.

[montereza]

“ivy, i don’t want a place… i don’t need a place. it’s my life…”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“bullshit! what kind of life is that?”

[ftcali-blog-blog]

“thanks but no thanks.”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“fine by me. take a piss on yourself for all i care.” 

[ftcali-blog-blog]

“yeah, but– if i have to pee, i have to pee.”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“i’m pretty sure monte has got a pair of diapers he can lend you.” 

[ivynsfw-blog]

ivy just sat there silently struggling to find the right words to say, her heart beating at a pace that's more than usual, feeling every bone and every muscle in her body ache, making this unbearable for her. she couldn't help but blame herself for the situation she was in. this is what happens when she lets people in, she deserves to feel this way. she promised herself that she won't let anybody get the best of her, show them her weakness, let them complete her, yet here she is, feeling like utter crap — as if the world just crumbled down at her feet, because sheba's words were true. someone's going to lose, and it's probably, if not likely, her. she was always the second choice, or the supporting role in someone else's heart. no one took her seriously, no one cared about her or loved her the way she did, so why would sheba be any different? ivy deserved this. "stupid fucking girl — you’ve done it again!" she muttered beneath her breath, as she lightly shook her head, whilst desperately laughing at herself. "i'll make this easier for you... you should go with your heart, and it's obviously with dima. cause if you love me, like you say you love me, you wouldn’t be crying over him, now, would you? when we could easily be... oh i don’t know? making out, talking, or even just silently cuddling, instead?!” she let out another laugh, only this time it was a lot more louder and a lot more painful to watch, nonetheless; to hear. “and whatever you have to say, i don’t wanna hear it. i’m a big girl, i can handle the truth... no need for sugarcoating shit, and definitely no hard feelings, alright? — maybe we’re just better off as friends.” she admitted, putting on a fake smile to regain her dignity, although that didn’t stop the tears from trickling down her cheek. “and just for the record, i still wouldn’t love you any less.” 

[mileswho-blog]

“oi, can we speak for a second?” he called after the other, gently tapping them on the shoulder. “i owe you an apology.” 

[ivynsfw-blog]

“you!! fucking!! dickhead!!” ivy spat out upon encountering the curly haired boy, a flood of relief washed over her, knowing that he’s well and alive — although that didn’t stop her from aggressively pounding at his chest with her bare two hands. “damn right you owe me a fucking apology! you scared the shit out of me. i thought you left me for dead.” she pleaded, pulling him into a hug. 

[effyjacobs-blog]

so i was thinking maybe the park should have a theme song and dance.

[ivynsfw-blog]

“i didn’t know infants were allowed to work here. who gave you a job, anyway?” 

[montereza]

I don’t know what to use my money towards anymore so I’ve bought a bunch of deli sandwiches! I’ve never had one but now they’re all I have and they’re not only a healthy alternative, but they’re very delicious too! Go Monte!

[ivynsfw-blog]

“for fucks sake, monte. how many times do we have to go over this? you’re supposed to save your money so you can actually afford a place that’ll shelter that cuckoo head of yours. the fuck you’re going to do with all those deli sandwiches?? open up a kebab stand?? even then you’d probably accidentally burn it down.” 

[ftcali-blog-blog]

“—hey, i’m sorry to be such a burden, but could you kindly show me where the girl’s bathrooms are?”

[ivynsfw-blog]

“i would, but i choose not to. that place is unsanitary, anyway. there’s this chick named pandora who keeps leaving her pads on the bathroom sink. it’s absolutely ridiculous. i’m actually doing you a favour... so yeah, run along.” 

[dimapsd-blog-blog]

do you ever just get a call from home and then somehow, two hours later, you end up looking at the end of your bed and realize you’ve finished two bottles of wine? ‘cause if so, me too.

[ivynsfw-blog]

“uh no, what the fuck?” 

[modellove]

[effyjacobs-blog]

“I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere. I think I might just quit, no one would care if I just left.” 

[ivynsfw-blog]

“there there, pixie dust. just because i wouldn’t care, doesn’t mean that the others wont! plus who’s gonna cover your shift for you? i can barely keep up with my own job, let alone take another.”