my blood

❝ — your touch has me so tender, everything comes up black & blue. my h e a r t looks like a bruise and I almost don’t mind. god, i almost don't mind.

[kylelocantore]

252-760-8698

Sebastian: Somehow I awoke with confetti strewn throughout my hair and the syllables of your name on my lips -- though the kisses that linger from him are the ones coloring the marks upon my skin. Today, it's been twenty nine days since I broke my sobriety of you, and I've been intoxicated both mentally and physically by your haunting memory since. I want to scream at you, to press my fingers deep within your skin and shove you back against the wall for allowing another birthday, another sweltering summer, another brisk fall, one full of thousands of flaming colors to fall from branches and gather in the gutters, and another lonely winter pass by without any source of contact -- sure, I've got the blame for the sole route of this problem, but you left me to scramble at my phone each time it buzzed in my back pocket, thinking maybe, that day, would be the day you finally wrote back. Out of all the people back home -- out of James, or Gigi, or even my fucking sister -- you're the only one in which I contacted after my initial departure. And I waited, day in and day out, for a response -- anything, a simple "fuck off," or even the God forbidden "K," but nothing ever came. I told you to visit me, that my heart ached because I saw you everywhere in this city -- do you know how many friends I made, playing along in the charade of the city, and watching them stumble home in the arms of those whom they loved? I believed, even if only for a few weeks, that you'd come around, but I gave up because you never fucking did, you piece of shit. That fucked me up, y'know? I went insane, going out and stumbling through the streets, hooking up with whatever new face I could convince to buy me another shot of whiskey, and casting him out the next morning to start the drunken cycle all over again. I hope you're fucking happy, because you got your goddamn wish. Hello, my heart continues to ache though the rest of my body's gone numb, but I'm working on an antidote for love, goodbye.

Kyle: grand central isn't as great as i thought it'd be

Kyle: maybe i just thought there'd have to be something real special waiting here for you

Kyle: and now i guess you were always the only wonder in this city for me

Kyle: where are you?

[kylelocantore]

252-760-8698

Sebastian: I thought about you earlier, and how much of an asshole I've been the last few weeks -- y'know, telling you I'd always be around, and then up and leaving without a word. I'm sorry that another person left you. And I'm sorry that it ended up being me. New York's a wonder at night. Come visit sometime, yeah? I've got this little place now with some new friends. There's a view of the city that will blow you mind. I've come to find you in all the faces that I pass by in the street. There's a boy who lives in one of the buildings down the way, and he's got your build and haircut. You'd think after almost of month of being here my heart would learn to settle down each time we cross paths in the morning, but it hasn't. I guess part of it wishes that it could be you falling into step next to me each morning. Sometimes we talk. But usually we're both just pretty quiet. The echoes of our steps say enough -- hello, how're you, my heart is aching again today, goodbye. I'm supposed to be happy here. And in a way, I am. Because I'm free and on my own. But sometimes I'm lonely. I miss you.

Kyle: It's been one year, one month and two days since you left me and in a week it'll be a year since you sent me that message. You probably won't get this at all considering you gave up on me as quickly as you did. I can't even imagine where this phone is or who has this number now. I was going to call, you know and see if the number still worked but I know that I wouldn't be able to take any of it: hearing your voice, no answer, maybe the boy who lives down the way answering for you or hearing the tinny little operator voice tell me that the only tiny, insignificant connection I still have to you is dead. I've figured out that I started missing you the day that you lied to me because I always knew that you weren't mine, no matter how many times you told me to trust you even when it was you with your curls falling over your eyes and giving me this look as though you meant it and truly believed it. My head knew that as certain as the sun rising from the east and setting in the west that you would leave, I think that's why it was my heart that was the only thing surprised when it went missing. I hope you aren't alone, although some part of me wishes you were. I can't picture it funnily enough. I still remember your number and what all those digits mean to me. Hello, how're you, my heart is aching again today, goodbye.

[kylelocantore]

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Kyle: [unsent] I fucking hate you

Kyle: [unsent] I fucking love you

Kyle: [unsent] you took my hoody

Kyle: [unsent] im just angry that you're going to get some poor fucking fool to trust you again and then you're going to break them because you broke james and you broke me and you don't even care

Kyle: [unsent] you never even cared

Sebastian: I thought about you earlier, and how much of an asshole I've been the last few weeks -- y'know, telling you I'd always be around, and then up and leaving without a word. I'm sorry that another person left you. And I'm sorry that it ended up being me. New York's a wonder at night. Come visit sometime, yeah? I've got this little place now with some new friends. There's a view of the city that will blow you mind. I've come to find you in all the faces that I pass by in the street. There's a boy who lives in one of the buildings down the way, and he's got your build and haircut. You'd think after almost of month of being here my heart would learn to settle down each time we cross paths in the morning, but it hasn't. I guess part of it wishes that it could be you falling into step next to me each morning. Sometimes we talk. But usually we're both just pretty quiet. The echoes of our steps say enough -- hello, how're you, my heart is aching again today, goodbye. I'm supposed to be happy here. And in a way, I am. Because I'm free and on my own. But sometimes I'm lonely. I miss you.

Kyle: [unsent] you deserve to be lonely

Kyle: [unsent] come home

Kyle: [unsent] come back to me

[kylelocantore]

idk if im too late or whatever but i dont really know what to do with myself anymore once i sign out of kyle or duke so

goodbye you guys its been a heck of a ride even if ive been shitty since june and just cant get out of the funk im in and stuff with roleplay in general. this is the third time an intense roleplay family has disbanded for me and it doesnt get any fuckin easier so i do genuinely love you guys to pieces even if i dont or never did talk to you that much (i dont really talk to anyone to be perfectly honest and idk it just doesnt cross my mind)

uh

my skype is: meganlovesameliascat (fuckin amel)

you guys dont want my number bc im still in england and thats money that im p sure no one has (unless imessage? thats a thing) but thats it to be honest, i have no personal. 

kyle goes to san francisco and never goes back to NC even though he said he would, he doesn't. He gets a fiance a pretty, tiny little dark curly haired girl who can stand three stairs up from him and is only just his height. they get a westie from the shelter and call him biff, as his original owners had named the bedraggled little terrier spliff.

duke forces jason to keep them secret for the rest of high school continuing to be ridiculously possessive yet consistently distant at the same time, he gets accepted to a college in washington just as jason gets his acceptance to florida and he cries for like a good 3 weeks wishing love bites scarred.

ginny goes off to her internship with an architecture company in NY, she still lives there ten years later being totally different to her teenage self with cream skirt suits and her hair pulled back sensibly until she breaks off her engagement to some investment banking douchebag and has hunter mackyn tumble back into her life as the shmoozy musician she barely even recognises

and thats it really

but jason and dukes story will go on forever with me and hele

[kylelocantore]

[kylelocantore]

i wandered into a herd of homestucks by accident, and before i knew what was happening there were trolls headbanging to living on a prayer  and then some stuff happened and i met nina serena the yogs' new artist and a spiderman serenaded me and gave me a fake rose and colin ford winked at me and goodnight my friend s

[kylelocantore]

I can't do read more I'm mobile and they've changed the app and safari doesn't work and agh but tomorrow I'm dragging my sorry ass to the London expo and I'm gonna see some fiiiiiiiiiine Colin ford and ill cry becAuse Jason and duke and just support me ok guys I'm not sure if I can do it without falling over

[s--bastianking-blog]

Actually, no, forget that. I’ve just been updated and you’ve got one more task to complete before officially calling it a day. There’s a massive bag of sweets on my bed, no one to share them with, and a marathon of scary movies on the TV. You think you’ve got enough blood to get your ass over to me? 

[kylelocantore]

Hmmmm, I think I might just make it, with blood to spare.

[s--bastianking-blog]

Nothing says Halloween like some sliced open vegetable dripped in human blood. Your sacrifice to the Trick or Treat gods has been completed, Agent Hot-stuff.

[kylelocantore]

No doubt. Oh really? And what's yours Agent... Oh shut up it's Saturday I can't think of a cute Agent name on the spot that's past my mental capacity- I've lost blood!

[frickasher]

Latter. 

[kylelocantore]

See I knew people would support my creative spirit, it'd be an awful waste anyway.

[bethmoskovitz]

You ask the real questions, don’t you?

[kylelocantore]

Yes, that question was 100% real.

[d-is-for-dillon]

It’s unhygenic but sick as fuck, keep it.

[kylelocantore]

Well no one's gonna be lickin' the pumpkin so I think we're good!

[hadleygosh-deactivated20131126]

Sounds like a nice effect but just don’t over do it, if you do it’ll look like some 30 year old tried to impress their 10 year old children.

[kylelocantore]

That was my point, just left it with the splatter I got and stuck the knife in, looks pretty good.

[kylelocantore]

I carved a Jack 'o Lantern and I'm wondering whether the blood on it from where I sliced my hand open should be washed off or whether it adds nicely to the effect. 

[dailyteenwolf]

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[sssssssim]

[apunkinlovewithajerk]