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he's not good with his words! not at all, if anything, he's a mess of hot emotions and thoughts, that filter you supposed to have between your mouth and your head is nonexistent with him. the first thing that pops up he will say without thinking about the consequences. there's a war in his mouth?! he's sometimes overly anxious and intrusive and despite the fact that he would probably never win a verbal spar or will of the minds, he's quite sarcastic. not civil, completely offensive, sometimes he says really awful things. with those unnecessary quibs, interjecting them into a conversation, being a downright asshole to his friends. he means it all in love, i'm sure! i want to go into details about his insomnia, but this is all about the rudeness and mouth that will probably be the death of him one day
he's wound tight, a bundle of nerves overflowing with tension and something vaguely resembling caution and anxiety, the same anxiety that has been plaguing him as he flew nameless and safe under the radar for the last few days. but safe had never been him, caution thrown inevitable into the wind.
in the midst of chaos, is him. he's been caught, there's nothing surprising about that. the cigarette in his hand and between his lips does nothing to settle the hot tension crawling under his skin, filling the space around him with smoke and scent, distracting, but not helpful enough to make him want to relax. they're feet away and he has no where to run from here.
his behavior is predictable at best and people always seem to track his movements because he never bothers to cover his loud tracks, like a neon sign painting steps toward all that faded seafoam green hair and chipped fingernails, maybe it's why gang members and people with ugly vendettas are able to find him when he thinks he's laying low. he doesn't go out of his way to look for a fight or maybe he does and he's simply good at self-denial, they come to him. he knows he welcomes it.
he's not good at hiding like this, never would be satisfied with choking constraints holding him down. the growl escaping from his throat is animalistic and wild. he reaches around the corner ---
there's a flash of metal, of something white, and he dabs his cigarette out against it, grasping onto their arm, gaining leverage as he pulls them down to the ground beneath his feet, stomping across shoulders, skull, anything he can get to crumble underneath his boot. he's on the move again, the shouts and gunshots behind him feel distantly far away, he knows otherwise when warmth, wet spreads across his cheekbone. a flesh wound. adrenaline pumps through his veins. the idea that this could end badly for him does not even shift into his mind. it's parkour that allows for him to move through these narrowed alleys and streets, moving around objects with a single ease.
he doesn't think, never does, when he slides through an opened window, landing onto his feet and falling roughly onto his hands.
If this // SNAKE // bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.
christian ‘yoongi’ min. 22. bruised knuckles.
like this for a starter!
IN THE INTEREST OF ACCURACY, DON’T TRUST THE NARRATOR. (I remember the day the poor lonesome coydog got a broken heart when it went and fell in love with animals not quite its kind. )
TAEHYUNG KIM / selective. au. 18+
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THINGS YOU MUST KNOW BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME: 1. I do not know what grey is. Everything I do is in black and white and I will either love too much that I lose myself in your warmth or too little that I am too cold to embrace. 2. I am a fire and I take more than I can ever give back to you. Don’t get too close to me you will damage your skin from my touch and it will turn you into ash and dust. 3. My kisses are not long and sweet and they will not make you fall deeper in love with me, they are short bursts of sadness landing along your neck and I’m sorry if they poison you. 4. I have too many words to say and I let them swim in the dark waters of my mind I wish I could spill them all out but whenever I try they’re drowning and I am already out of breath. 5. My flaws hide behind the irises of my eyes when they stare at you for too long and look away I’m worried you’d start to see me the way I see myself and decide that you don’t love me either.
THINGS YOU MUST KNOW BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH ME. // by rbcages (via rbcages)
plotting in inbox will be more easy for me. i tried something new with aol, but it makes me feel uneasy/nervous & i never know what to say in fast pace conversations. sorry if this is an inconvenience for you all.
how to get away with murder sentence meme
“No one’s ever believed in me like this before.”
“Whoever he is, I’m glad there’s some eye candy around here.”
“He wanted to kill me. I had no other choice.”
“We are so, so screwed.”
“And he did this thing to my ass that made my eyes water.”
“You forgot his name and he’s still into you? What do you have, some kind of voodoo penis?”
“Damn, I was hoping I’d be the first one to tell you.”
“Smile or go to jail.”
“Do you know who anyone really is?”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You’ll only have yourself to blame if it ends badly.”
“What sucks is, he doesn’t know that. That you’re just leading him on. Letting him believe he has a shot with you.”
“Somebody woke up in the mood to fight this morning.”
“I wasn’t showing off.”
“Hey, don’t be a bitch. I could get arrested for this.”
“I don’t believe you. To be honest, I don’t even care. You want to sleep next to a killer, go for it.”
“See? Sexting pays off.”
“Is there a boyfriend I should be jealous of?”
“You won’t be the first person in the world disappointed by your father.”
“I just know everyone hates their boss.”
“I swear to God, I’ll tell the police everything.”
“Wow, someone have daddy issues?”
“And you guys call me immature? I’m like the most grown up, grown up ever compared to your dumb asses.”
“Listen to yourself. You just can’t stop lying.”
“I tried to give you an out. Don’t forget that when this all goes to hell.”
“You liked watching her die because that’s the piece of garbage you are.”
“He deserved to die. And I’m glad he’s dead.”
“You know you can’t tell them about this. This never happened. You understand?”
Castle // Halsey
can i pls have a plot where the guy is like a street fighter but he’s rly rly good and he’s trying to make an actual career out of it and actually joins a boxing gym to train and fight professional boxers bUT in comes the worried ex-girlfriend who’s trying to talk him out of everything and they still have feelings for each other but he’s always trying to convince her that he’s no good for her and like pushes her away constantly but he also knows he can’t live without her and she can’t live without him so she eventually decides to support him even though she’s still lowkey against it all so she goes to his fights and stuff and makes him his breakfast and does his laundry and takes care of him but there can be like arguments and lots of crying when he comes home every night with fresh wounds and bruises!!!!! imagine the angst and tears and kissing and sex and yelling pls gimme gimme
There was a desire to kill, perhaps, to crush the world, to trample the crowd underfoot; nameless things receded at tremendous speed, mountains of time, space and thoughts.
The Book of Flights, J. M. G. Le Clézio (via florizels)
i swear i’m not a monster, darling, but some days i’d still like to tear into something tender and claim it as my own. (i’m not a monster but it seems only monsters themselves protest the name, so -) save me, honey, i’ve told you before that your kisses are salvation, that your laughter signals my redemption - i’m not a monster, sweetheart, but keep that shotgun under your bed just in case.
A BEAST BARES HER HEART // s. mardon (via crimescened)