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đ.   (   âżÂ  )  aesthetic  ,  â°â°Âč
Donât ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didnât fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind.
Toni Morrison (via quotemadness)
https://www.instagram.com/p/BqA643RBVXp/
*   @gohldfinchâ   âïž Â ,   â    am i dead  ?    â  Â
 she yawns  ,   the heaviness of the night finally beginning to dawn on her.    (   the rousing of nightly regime is of no trouble to her  ,  low crooning of half - dozed boy catches her eye.   )      cari looks down at her newest intruigue  ,  making note of the cherry - tinged nose and the burning rosacea of his cheek.  sprawled  upon  makeshift - bed  of  throw  pillow  and  stuffed  animal at  bedside.     â    nah  ,  just  really  ,  really  ,  really   glitzed   ,     â    she chimes from the opposite side of the fairy - lit room.    sheâs perfumed from a pretty shower session  ,  breath sharp with a fresh dousing of mint.   clad in lavender , silky nightclothes , she floats âcross the room and kneels beside theo ,  curious tint to her eyes   *   palms  to her knees ,  dimpled grimace in place.     â   i had to get   little randy  to help me get you up the stairs.  youâre , like ,  way heavier than you look.     â Â
    (  . . .  )     â    try not to bomb  jello - shot all  over my stuffed animals ,  if you can help it.     â     thoughtfully  ,  she  pries  the  glasses  from  his  swollen  face   (   carefully  folded  and  among  all  the  girly  trinkets  on  her  nightstand  ).      â   â  want  some  water  or  something   ?    â Â
*  @subterraeneanâ   âïž Â ,   â   why  are  you  suddenly  acting  like  a  jealous  girlfriend   ?   â    (  eli  )
    â    why are  you being such a  squid  ?    â    familiar blooming  rage  arises  once  more  ,  inciting thorny pique.   cari  and  rejection  had  never been so  intimately acquainted until her pursuit of budding director had come to fruition.      â    youâre  acting  like  nothing  happened   ,   and  itâs  not  fair.    â      rollerblades are discarded near the entrance.   thick folds of cable - knit socks give her ankles an illusory chunky look  ;  footfall  is  stocky  ,  floating mere inches below him  ,  childish thumps as she stalks further into the dwelling.   sparse arms entangle themselves themselves in a knot  ,
   â   whatever.    iâm not here for you  ,  anyway  ,   butt - wipe.     ( . . . )    whereâs lara  ?    â    Â
*  @borispavskyâ   âïž Â ,   â    how  did  you  get  in here   ?    â   Â
   â    easy - peasy.    â     thereâs  a  crafty  curl  to  her  smile  as  she  lounges  luxuriously  in  absconded  seat.   tucked in the rear of the classroom  ,  dimpled  cheek rests in the softness of her palm.     â    i  just  walked  in  ;   itâs  not  like  anyoneâs  gonna  say  anything.     â   Â
lilt  is  lacquered  with  confidence  ;    casually  sovereign  ,  she  bends the rules  to  her  liking.    uninspired administration aside   ,   cari had trickled  her way into the cores everyoneâs minds and hearts by way of  obtrusive coyness and peachy warmth.   attention of idle - teen drifts  from boyish waif to the front of the room where teacher dawdles at the forefront of the room   ,   subtle crease forming âtween the brow.      â    what  class  is  this  anyway  ?   history  ?    â Â
reality bites ( 1994 ) sentence starters âȘ alter  as  you  see  fit
âwe all know you slept your way to the podium.â
âwell, iâm through with this whole life drama.â
âi know this sounds cornball, but iâd like to somehow make a difference in peopleâs lives.â
âi would like to by them all a coke.â
âit would have been a poetic experience.â
âwould you please take your face out of the camera?â
âiâm superman.â
âitâs the only thing i really learned in college.â
âheâs so cheesy i canât watch him without crackers.â
âyouâre beautiful.â
âyouâre supposed to get your own espresso.â
âitâs symbiotic.â
âno, i donât have a lawyer. i donât have a dentist.â
âyou know what? just forget it.â
âso, is this a date?â
âdid he ask you to go out or hang out?â
âwhat the hell is your problem?â
âi know how much you like to mainline in misery here.â
âthe next time you make microwave brownies ⊠iâd really consider using a microwave.â
âyouâre strangely attracted to me right now.â
âyouâre oddly, oddly attracted to me.â
âiâm bursting with fruit flavor.â
âi think iâd be working even if i wasnât getting paid.â
âi should have stayed in college and got a degree in astronomy or something.â
âi remember being so happy on the roof of our old house, just staring up at the stars.â
âi am picking up some very strange vibes in here.â
âto hell with it. what do i care?â
âiâve never been a good example before, and, um, iâve never been good with responsibility.â
âi think i was conceived on an acid trip.â
âi will walk out of here if that happens.â
âi just got fired.â
âthat just screws up my whole idea of good and evil.â
âthat is literally, literally, the nicest thing that anyoneâs ever said to me.â
âthatâs the sweetest thing anyoneâs ever said to me.â
âso what are you doing for the rest of your morning?â
âiâm really not that smart.â
âthis day has been the biggest nightmare.â
âwhere were you when i needed you today?â
âyou can stay with me for one cigarette.â
âi know you can stay with me for one cigarette.â
âyouâre just gonna have to swallow your pride.â
âitâs just that nothing is going according to plan.â
âi canât even take care of a chia pet.â
âi know youâre afraid, but youâve got to find him.â
âman, you are in the bell jar.â
âyouâve been waiting for this since the day we met.â
âwhy are you suddenly acting like a jealous girlfriend?â
âdonât dick around with her or with me.â
âi mean, try at something, for once in your life!â
âi canât believe i havenât slept with him yet.â
âiâm sorry iâve been such a bitch.â
âis there a support group i can join to help me comes to terms with my own homophobia?â
âdo you have, like, a problem with me or something?â
âi wish i could live off of creeds and mottos.â
âah, forget it. i just sound pathetic.â
âi was really gonna be something by the age of twenty-three.â
âsex is the quickest way to ruin a friendship.â
âlook, i screwed up, all right? i know.â
âiâve never had sex with somebody that i loved before.â
âwelcome to the world of the emotionally immature.â
âi know that scares the shit out of you âcause iâm the only real thing that you have.â
âi need a kiss.â
âi kind of got this arcane glimpse at the universe.â
âi just wanted to see if you were okay.â
âi need you to explain something.â
âi thought iâd live forever, but now iâm not so sure.â
âi missed you.âÂ
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feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse).   tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
â is it complete? â
â who are you? â
â who is this? â
â why are you bleeding? â
â  what  would  i  do  without  you?  â
â do you feel alright? â
â whatâs your name? â
â  why  do  you  hate  me?  â
â  do you want something to eat?  â
â arenât you supposed to be someone important? â
â did you read it yet? â
â can you help me? â
â  why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  â
â what do i do with someone like you? â
â you awake? â
â canât you tell left from right? â
â how dare you? â
â can i have a word? â
â  why  didnât  you  fight  back?  â
â can you stop interupting me? â
â why are you here? â
â what happened? â
â havenât you said enough? â
â why are you still ___? â
â why donât you shut up and be quiet? â
â what did you dream of? â
â why are you yelling? â
â how could you say that? â
â is that mine? â
â why did you turn out this way? â
â are you talking to me? â
â why wonât he date me? â
â why did you hit him? â
â why are you crying yourself to sleep? âÂ
â are you serious? â
â who did this? â
â will i regret this? â
â do you promise? â
â is that mine? â
â am i dead? â
â can you stop moving? â
â is he looking at me? â
â does it hurt? â
â how did that happen? â
â whatâs the weather for tomorrow? â
â are you in love with me yet? â
â is it that important? â
â want some? â
â was that an accident? â
â whatâs the deal with you? â
â who do you think you are? â
â can i ask you something? â
â why donât you leave then? â
â how could you? â
â is this all you can do? â
â why is this here? â
â how did you get in here? â
â is it freezing to you? â
â what are you making tdday? â
â are you lost? â
â has it been that long? â
â how could you? â
âïžÂ   /     (  đđđ«đąÂ đ„đźđ§đ  )  ,  character study   â°â°Âč
angel and papi (pose s02e02: worth it)
 âïž Â Â Â *     BORIS ,  âĄ
  a passive and dismissive wave of hand, roll of eyes that followed comment. king of brooding, a fitting title for slavic nihilist who carried much more within the confines of his heart than heâd likely want to admit.  dismissive action soon follows with an emphatic sense of laughter.   â ha !  â suppose you can say that. after time, it all seems trivial. â   irony bubbles in pit of stomach, it was the trivial matters that would too often keep him up at night.  russianette sprawled out upon the carpet, fingers reaching out to gently swat at strands of her hair that had spilled over the sides of the couch cushions.Â
     â why feel sorry for self? life, it is short, yes? i say, to hell with what it is that makes you upset. whatever and whoever it is, trakhni ikh. â ( eng. fuck them )Â
   â    no way.   you wouldnât get it.    â      cue  the  histrionic  sigh ,  one  so  deep  that  it  seemingly  hollows  out  the  entirety  of  her  chest.    she  forgoes  flicking channels ,  remote - control  discarded.     blood - rush  makes  her  head  feel  like  led  ,  leaving a  pink  flush  to  her  cheeks.       â    itâs  like  ...  someone  important  ,  you  know  ?   â     she  muses ,      sheepish  throes  are  brought  forth  with  much  measure    ,   as  even  the  mere  thought  of  her  prolonged  unrequited  doting  only  soured  her  mood  further.      â    easier  said  than  done.     â Â