[quotemybooks]

She sounded like she was about to cry. But then I heard her take a breath. Then she changed the subject. Everyone did that. When something hurt, well, we just changed the subject.

He forgot to say goodbye by Benjamin Alire Sáenz  (via palmerwrites)

[eliasism]

“do people wear glasses during sex or is it just like you’re blind and everything’s a surprise? i mean, i don’t need glasses and i haven’t been with someone who does either so i wouldn’t be able to tell.”

[melicrisms]

“kind of depends what you wear your glasses for or how bad your eyes are.” grace laughs, her own glasses sitting snug on her face. she shrugs though, thinking. “i mean, i feel like they’d kind of get in the way though, right?” 

[melicrisms]

annabel:

“Yeah, there’s a bunch of little ones. Like little hearts and shit.” She said with a small chuckle. “I might need help, I can’t see the ones on my back or behind my ears.” Her eyes were on him as he backed into the museum and offered a meek smile before he disappeared through the doors. He wasn’t gone long by any means but it gave her enough time to drift off in her own thoughts. Thinking about how lucky she was to’ve met someone as sweet as Jake, even if he didn’t think he was. She appreciated the kindness that he’s shown her and continued to show her even after finding out about her problems. Part of her was worried that he’d eventually get tired of it and wouldn’t want to be her friend anymore but she tried to focus on the positivity of it all, no matter how difficult it was for her. She was so lost in her own mind that she hadn’t even noticed when Jake walked back out and the sound of her voice made her jump as she was brought back to reality. She slowly stood up from the step she was sitting on and smiled. “Thanks,” she didn’t understand why Jake lied for her but she definitely appreciated it because she was only minuets away from collapsing from exhaustion. “So are you going to make me some soup?” She teased a bit as she closed the space between them. “Because I’m actually starving.”

  jake tilted his head slightly to look behind one of her ears and smiled as he noted the little tattoo back there. “i don’t really get people’s problem with having small tattoos. or basic ones. what does it matter? i know i’ve spoken to people who complained about line work tattoos when they had really bold patterns.” he shrugged, rolling his eyes. “it’s obvious that’s not your style buddy, doesn’t mean other people can’t enjoy it.” he’d slipped the information into his back pockets on approach, not having time to read it yet and gave an apologetic smile for making annabel jump. “are you sure you can actually walk?” he asked, laughing a little as he reached an arm out to steady her. she was a little wobbly on her feet and looked wrecked. he guessed she’d had very little sleep. laughing, he just shrugged as she stepped closer and put on his thinking face, glasses being pushed up his nose. “do you want me to make you soup?”

[igncrxntripley]

“hey, do you mind?” annaleigh was desperate to finish her latest drawing for school, but as she walked in the park to look for people to draw someone caught her eye. “i just, i need to draw a portrait of someone for art school and i-i thought you would be perfect for it.” a blush showed on her dark skin at how embarrassed she felt, but it wouldn’t take her long to draw. “please?”

[melicrisms]

plucking an earphone from her ear as a figure crosses her sight, grace looks up to find a young woman addressing her. she flushed a little at the idea of being in someone’s sketchbook but nodded all the same, smiling warmly at the girl. “okay,” she agreed, smile only growing as she thought of her own sketchbook tucked away in her bag. grace pulled it out, flicking through to find an empty page. most of her work was unfinished, abandoned. she didn’t really like to draw anymore, but she hoped that this way, the two of them might feel more at ease. “only if you let me draw you, too?” she offered with a small, almost teasing smile. 

[finlxywestbrook]

“Hey you want a slice of this?” Rocco quizzed as he made his way over to one of the last customers in Mugs for the day. “No charge it just wont be perfectly fresh tomorrow so I would rather it was eaten at it’s best.” The male shrugged slightly down as he he popped the cake down in front of the person, he was always fussy about what he served to his customers, especially when it was about his baking. 

[melicrisms]

sam looked up from his table, flashing a warm, friendly smile to whom he now recognized was the owner of mugs. he looked at the cake and felt his smile stretching wider at the offer. “thanks,” sam grinned, teeth glinting and eyes crinkling a little. “share it with me?” sam offered, nodding towards the seat next to him. “you’re rocco right? the owner?” sam asked, wanting to see if he’d managed to place the face alongside the name. 

[daily-supergirl]

[melicrisms]

you’re the sweetest guy i’ve ever met.

[melicrisms]

milo:

milo fell into him a bit, taking this as an opportunity to refrain from thought and just be. he didn’t do that much anymore. he didn’t live in the moment as much as he used to. but with sam’s arms supporting him like a security blanket, the golden haired boy felt like it was possible at least for the next twenty four hours. he wouldn’t worry about anything. not his flow of steady bills demanding payment, not his loan debt. no. milo promised to concentrate on this feeling the other gave him. ‘happy birthday’ he reminded himself internally before resting his head against sam’s shoulder briefly. sam’s fingertips seemed to groove in accordance to milo’s waist in the most superior of ways. one that was distinctive, and unmatched by any of the men or women he’d allowed to hold him. this act, though void of any sexual innuendo, was enough to send fireworks shooting throughout miles’ nerve endings. “well—in case you ever need that pick me up, i just want you to know that you’re the bestest friend a blonde like me, could have.” he spoke, lovingly. their posture’s were still pressed together, his palm still resting on the space between his jaw line and his neck. a stranger walking by could have instinctively mistaken them for lovers rather then the closest of friends, but milo couldn’t be bothered by that reflection, or his ever complicated thoughts. all he wanted, was to bask in this very moment with his favorite boy until sam decided it was time to conclude. when samuel broke to tug at milo’s hand, milo nodded instinctively. “a surprise?” he questioned, a quizzical look sweeping onto his face. closing the door to his apartment behind him and following suit, milo made sure not to break contact with sam’s hand. acknowledging the sense of comfort it often gave him.  “here goes nothing.” he mumbled before opening the door to the others bedroom—or well, a different rendition of it. cobalt blue hues widened at the sight before him. a slew of carefully curated string lights with meticulously hung clear curtains was enough to give him a feel for his own bedroom. but it appeared as if sam converted his favorite place into milo’s safe place, and it only made him emotional. at least enough to know that he’d payed attention. “sammy?” he mumble, bringing his free palm towards his lips. “you tricked out your bedroom for me?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “i-i love it.”  

a light hum fell from the darker haired boy’s lips at the warmth of his best friend in his arms. after a day without his presence, the warmth was soothing and all-encompassing as they’d reunited. it filled him up like it always did and made a homely feeling settle over him. sam bit his lip at the compliment and offered milo a small raise of his shoulders, though the warmth he felt around his best friend only seemed to grow until he felt like he was melting around him, into him even. smiling, he just tightened his hold over the birthday boy.  “well, you’re the best friend a tall brunet like me could ever wish for.” he teased, throwing a wink milo’s way as he acknowledged the slight height difference between the two. it was something he loved to do. he’d never really thought about height or being tall but sam had to admit that the way his teasing always made milo’s cheeks flush a shade darker made him beyond happy. there was only an inch between them, both of them definitely being considered tall at 6′ and 6′1″ respectively. the two boys held hands the entire way to sam and charlie’s place, not even breaking apart when sam had to let them into the apartment. watching miles’ face for any hint of disappointment, sam stood for a moment letting his nerves overwhelm him before he took a tentative step closer, filling the space to the side of milo with his own form. sam gave the hand in his grasp a gentle squeeze, loosening his grip afterwards only to lace his fingers through milo’s as he walked forwards with him. when sam turned his head back, the lights strung up behind him were partially blocked, giving sam the look of a darkened silhouette. he pulled on milo’s hand, bringing him into the room and closer to him so that he’d be able to see the details and the pillows and beanbags from the other’s room that he’d asked to borrow for the occasion. “you love it?” sam asked softly, closing the door behind them so that the only lights in the room were the ones he’d spent the day assembling. “really?” 

[lilysandcrs-blog]

“Have you ever been so hungry, you’d eat just about anything but you don’t know what? Okay, that’s probably confusing but if I had a dollar for all of the times I went out to a restaurant and literally almost cried because I couldn’t come to a decision, I’d never have to work another day in my life. I know, white girl problems. But still. I feel like it’s even harder ordering when there’s a limited menu.”

[melicrisms]

“it’s even worse too when you’re kind of a fussy eater,” grace started, blinking as she took in some of the names of the foods on the menu. “like just ordering the same thing over and over again because otherwise there’s too many choices. even if they are limited.” she chews on her lip, squinting at the menu as if hoping something would jump out at her. “i don’t think i’ve even heard of like.. half of this stuff.” she says with a laugh. “honestly do you wanna just go get take out?” 

[melicrisms]

annabel:

“I’m not lying about shit.” She shot back at him, the tone in her voice low as she tried to hide her anger. Most days she’d be able to deal with this questions and would probably answer them with less attitude but she just didn’t have it in her today to be polite with him. “He hasn’t done anything, I am fine and Kolby’s in school. That’s all I said. I didn’t say anything about my drink or using. I answered your questions truthfully.” A dry chuckle escaped her lips when he mentioned being someone who cared about what she was going through. “You don’t care about anything in regards to me except what will help you with your precious case. It is the biggest case of your career, isn’t it? And maybe, just maybe, josh, I don’t want or need your help or help from anyone for that matter.” 

“then be honest with me about that too. frazzled, annabel? really? that was a lie.” he told her. “of course i give a damn about the case,” josh stated, shaking his head at her. of course he did. there were so many people involved in it. so many lives being destroyed, being taken out. he’d almost been one of them. “he’s got women all over the place. girls. some as young as 15. and those are just the ones we’re  a w a r e  of. you know that. you know what he does. and he gets away with it. every goddamned time.” josh watched as she stood refusing help and shook his head. “sadly whether you want it or not, it’s my job to help you.” 

[spdrparker]

no, cause they [the rats] fight. they make a lot of noises in the attic. and i heard it and thought maybe it was just a creature jumping on my roof. but then in the morning, a banana was scraped out like this so i was thinking like “my sister was here the day before and did she eat a banana with a fork and not throw the banana away?” but then i don’t think that’s something my sister would do.

[yafictionquotes]

Susan Ee, Angelfall

[melicrisms]

annabel:

Annabel shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve actually never counted.” She said truthfully. “Most of the time I was, uh, high when I would get them and not even know it until the next day.” She explained as she looked down at the ones on her arms. “If I had to guess, forty-ish? There’s a lot of small ones.” Nodding her head when he spoke about his family, she thought about what it’d be like to have some control in her family. Maybe things would have been different growing up if she had the courage to stand up to her parents. At the mention of ditching work, her ears popped up. She really shouldn’t considering she was still kind of new and wanted to make a decent impression but she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it through the day anyway. “Uh, sure.” she said softly. “I’ll just wait here so no one sees me.” 

“forty,” jake repeated, his eyes growing wider, impressed. he looked at her small frame again and smiled at the idea of forty or so tattoos on her little body. “that’s crazy.” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “you should count and then the next time i see you i can have a fact-checked answer.” he added teasingly. jake gave her a fleeting smile as he backed into the museum. it wasn’t even a couple of minutes before his return, flyers in hand, triumphant smile on his face. “you have a sick day.” he told her, grinning and walking past her. “i told them i’d seen you on your way in,” he starts, looking back at her and raising his brows as if he was waiting for her. “but that you looked really sick and almost passed out. probably picked up a bug from the school. apparently there’s been one going around?” jake bit his lip and shrugged. it wasn’t exactly a lie. there were always bugs going round the school. he’d been sick a number of times since he’d moved. “they obviously like you there, because they told me to take you some soup and make sure you got some rest.” 

[wxndcr-blog]

“do you think you could help me?” rosalie asked, approaching the person standing at the bar, resting her now empty glass against the surface before shifting her attention back towards them. “i just need someone to be a distraction for a second? well, like five minutes tops. please?” she gave a small pout, wide eyes looking at them as if to guilt them into helping her.

[melicrisms]

bethany’s head turned at the sound of a female voice. she lowered her orange juice, eyebrows raised as she took in the appearance of the familiar face. she knew she recognised her, but couldn’t for the life of her think from where. “um, sure?” beth laughed. she might have been nervous, but the girl’s pouty lips and wide eyes were making her feel a little more at ease.

[wxndcr-blog]

julian sat down in front of the other person, not even sure if he knew then or not but he didn’t really care. “just pretend like we’re having a conversation, please” he whispered, glancing up at the window before back at them. he pulled his hood up, as if that was going to disguise him. he saw a man run past the window, causing his heart to race slightly, but julian just did his best to focus his attention on the person across from him. “you know, i read something that said that starbucks purposefully spells everyone’s name wrong so that those people post about it. clever right?” he said, still slightly out of breath as he did his best at small talk.

[melicrisms]

grace blinked at the sudden intrusion at her table, her eyes following the movements the boy made as he drew his hood around him. she watched a man run past the window outside and finally let her gaze refocus on the man in front of her. “i think he’s gone,” she said softly, smiling slightly at him. instead of making an effort to get away though, she let herself think on his little fact. “where’d you find that out?” she asks curiously, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. “sure, it’s clever! free marketing.” she mused, rolling her eyes. 

[melicrisms]

annabel:

Annabel smiled softly at his touch and let out a quiet chuckle as he explained himself. She hated that she took everything so personally and to heart all the time, especially when the person didn’t mean anything by what they were saying. She mentally scolded herself but tried not to let on that she was thinking too much about it. “Then why did you open a bar instead of a tattoo shop?” She asked, looking up at him as the continued to walk in the direction of the museum. 

“how many do you have anyway?” he asked her, referencing her tattoos yet again. at her question, jake just shrugged, his smile turning a little more private as they approached the museum. “i don’t know,” he told her quietly, thinking of his mom. “guess i just wanted some control in my family,” he said with a slight smirk. the closer they got to annabel’s work, the more exhausted he noticed she seemed to be. it seemed deeper than just having a late night. “hey do you wanna ditch?” he asks all of a sudden, stopping at the front doors without opening them. “i can go grab some flyers and we can go do something else?” jake offers, looking down at the small-framed annabel and offering her a warmer smile again. 

[melicrisms]

annabel:

Annabel really didn’t want any company but things had been going well with Jake and she didn’t want to seem too standoffish and push him away, so despite as much as she wanted to say no she gave a simple nod. “Yeah, sure.” She said softly. She listened carefully to what he was saying and couldn’t help it when a small smile appeared when he mentioned the classes at the museum. Classes that she would be hosting, no less. She took notice to his frown and debated if she should ask what it was about. It almost made her feel like he didn’t approve of her tattoos. “do you not like tattoos or something?” She blurted out with unintended attitude, not even realizing she had actually even spoken out loud. 

“oh, no.” jake laughed and shook his head immediately. a hand extending to brush her arm lightly, his thumb ran over the crease of her elbow in an action he hoped would show he meant no offense. “i was rambling, so i just wanted to shut myself up a bit. guys rambling kind of seems like the last thing you need right now.” he told her, explaining his frown and teasing her a little at the end of his sentence. “but your tattoos are great, i love tattoos. that’s.. actually the kind of thing i concentrate on sketching.”

[melicrisms]

annabel:

Annabel offered a slight nod and smiled and gripped the coffee a little tighter, letting the warmth fill her hands. “Yeah,” she said softly and nodded once more. “I’m like late as fuck but thought better late than never, right?” She chuckled and looked down the ground. Her head was pounding and she found it difficult to focus on anything, let alone Jake, at the moment. 

“mind if i walk with you?” jake asked hopefully. “they’re holding these class things at the museum, and after what you said before..” he said, trailing off momentarily. “you know, about not expecting your art to go anywhere? and it did, - rightly so. i mean, i haven’t seen your stuff but you clearly have good taste.” he points at some of the tattoos adorning her body as they continue their walk and frowns a little to himself in thought. “right, classes. so i was gonna get some information on them to look at in case i decide to go.” he shrugs.