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miles monroe | forever 21 | dead but working it "my job occupation literally includes the word 'grim'. how fun do you think it could be?"

[parapsychedarchive]

i’m gonna respect your dick later — these two weirdos eye-fucking each other in a totally non-objectifying kind of way. [x]

[palpattine]

[kingofsavage]

vampirecliche replied to your post:i bet paris montague thinks a selfie is...

nah he has twitter he’s educating himself B)

in whICH CASE I WANT HIM TO GET CONFUSED AT MR AND MRS MONROE TALKING ABOUT SELFIES

[kingofsavage]

i bet paris montague thinks a selfie is masturbation

[kingofsavage]

queenofsavage:

    “Miles Monroe, you are literally—” Okay, so she’s already kind of high, and so she’ll get lost in her words as she reaches down and runs her hand along his cheek. “Duh I will. Always will.”

   "Wait, waitwaitwAITWAIT." He throws his hand up, stares intently at her eyes, then shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a handful of pills. "I got a pocket full of sunshine. For you. For my love of my love----- life, love of my life, and always, yeah, here, pills."

[kingofsavage]

queenofsavage:

    “Holy shit, happy fuckin’ Friday. Let’s do it, brabe, mate, savagest person ever besides me. Let’s get high as shit and get married, like, everywhere." She’ll just grab his hand and start dragging him.

He drags her to a stop and bends down on one knee. "Marry me, my dearest darlingest savagest person? I mean marry me again and always forever."

[kingofsavage]

queenofsavage:

    “Sounds savage, mate. Bro. Brabe. Or we can just take some of those pills in my pocket instead of energy drinks. You wanna get married in the McDonald’s parking lot?”

  "There was a guy who died selling drugs in the McDonald's car park today, mate, bro, brabe. And when he died he said I could have all his drugs so d'ya wanna take all the drugs and get married in next door's dog kennel?"

[kingofsavage]

queenofsavage:

    “Do you wanna take a selfie." Wink wonk.

    "I totally took a selfie like five minutes ago, why don't we get some burgers and take a selfie in ten. I need some energy drinks or something."

[maxherdy]

[plants4]

[elfology]

    “mine smells slightly like lemon pledge. probably. i’ve never stuck my nose near an open wound. so.”

[kingofsavage]

    "i don't even want to know what mine smells like, mate. probably like fucking... weed and wonderwall or something."

[lifescastaways-archive]

He’s laughing. He’s laughing a lot! This is great. This is hilarious. What the fuck is happening? He didn’t even care any more. This was fun! “WE’RE NO STRANGERS TO LOVE!! YOU KNOW THE RULES, AND SO DO I!!!" He’s not even playing his guitar any more.

[kingofsavage]

He lets out a pleased laugh, puts down his guitar, gets up, and sings like it'll save his life. Metaphorically. "HEY JUDE, DON'T MAKE IT BAD. TAKE A SAD SONG, AND MAKE IT BETTERRRRRRRR."

[elfology]

    “i don’t even think my blood is even blood anymore. i think it’s. like. half-honey, half-coffee.”

[kingofsavage]

    "mine's half-awesome, half-sexy. maybe a few cobwebs or something."

[lifescastaways-archive]

What the fuck was that? Was that an original? An original song? Whatever. This was getting interesting. Because Retto can do that too. “Soft kisses to my thigh, take my love and take me high. Feel my passion and let it burn, whisper ‘I love you’ and then it’s my turn. Lips to lips, the spark of our chemistry; touch me, feel, send me your energy.”

[kingofsavage]

Shit. He hasn't actually written a song in a long time... All him and Dale do is Wonderwall covers... Time to break out the Phil Collins. "How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace, when I stand here taking every breath with you? Ooh-ooh."

[lifescastaways-archive]

He raised an eyebrow at the other singing at him. He’s actually pretty annoyed, in a way. Obviously this stranger doesn’t understand how busking works. On the other hand, Retto really wants to sing something back. So he did. “Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces passed and I’m home-bound—" Guitar solo!

[kingofsavage]

Oh, okay, that's how it's going to be. This calls for a Miles Monroe original.

“Guitar high, light kisses to your thigh. You’re a fucking twat, no doubt about that, but you’re still all I’ve got.

                    I'm dead, you're dead,                     let’s paint the town red.                     Get drunk, get wasted,                     get high, get pasted..."

[lifescastaways-archive]

“It’s a little bit funny. This feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can— easily hide. I don’t have much money, but boy if I did, I’d buy a big house where we both could live— yeah, if yo just put your money int he case right there.”

[kingofsavage]

"Today is gonna be the day when they're goona throw it back to you. By now, you shoulda somehow realised whatcha gotta do. And I DON'T BELIEVE THAT ANYBODY feels the way I do about you nooooow." It's not particularly good, but he hasn't warmed up yet, and what better way to tell somebody you don't have any money to give them, but still appreciate their music, than playing one of the best songs in the universe at them.

[kingofsavage]

if you think i'm not totally embarrassed about my writing before on this blog, you're so so so wrong