sinner's prayer

angelica soren hodder // she gave it all, you gave her shit. she coulda done, just anything or anyone, cause she's a goddess. you never got this. you put her down, you liked her hopeless; to walk around, feeling unnoticed. you shoulda CROWNED her, cause she's a goddess. you never got this. now you gotta deal with this glitch on your shoulder; fuckin' with a goddess and you get a little c o l d e r. – var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5390680"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[lindsayslohan]

[ofangelicas]

crownflowerclara:

Closed para: @ofangelica

Clara’s day could be best describe as hectic. Not only did the day throw issues at work that didn’t get resolved quick enough for her liking, but it had her pretty much running around town like a crazy person. If that wasn’t enough she had decided to help her friend out with something important while Clara knew it would be difficult her for accomplish this today, she couldn’t bring herself to say no either. 

So here she was now mid afternoon at the coffee shop trying to re-engergize for the busy evening she had for herself. She had just picked up her coffee was headed to find a table, while balancing a couple of folders filled with paperwork on one hand her phone and coffee on the other. Moments later her phone buzzed, but she couldn’t quite answer it as her hands were preoccupied. As she spotted an empty table by the window and made her way, without really watching her surroundings, her foot caught the edge of a table to her left. The impact shook the table a little and she had ended up dropped her papers and her coffee, thankfully she had managed to save her phone. “AH crap!” The blonde muttered before realized there was someone occupying the table she had ran into and gave them glance, “-I’m so sorry about this, I promise I’m not this…” Clara stopped mid-sentence as she realized who was sitting on the adjacent chair. “Oh, Angelica. Hi” She said in a voice that seemed very stunned.

    WORKING with a family member was in fact, hell lot of harder than angelica expected. for her super secret, undercover job for dad, she had to come up with a non sketchy reason behind her sudden travel to arcata, a place she loathed so much. angel never liked her uncle, maybe it was because she felt unwanted around him, or maybe the lack of blood relation was enough to drive her away from him. but nevertheless, the blonde was contented with the chance she got; working for one of the most prestigious professors. of course, by all means, her work was... tiring. uncle was really using her as an assistant, not letting the cover-up story just be a story.

    AFTER a while, 8 am coffee started not to do the trick for her, she needed more, as soon as possible. spotting the near window table, she rushed there with her tall americano, as dark as her soul. angel was too caught up with her phone, searching for the nearest place to spot soulmates, she didn’t even recognize the girl until her stuff was all over the coffee shops sticky floor. “ah, CLARA.” angelica said, a polite smile gracing her features. she was almost trying too much to be nice toward the fellow blonde. normally, angel would have gone fully loopy on the awkward person, blow off steam - but she was different. clara was sacred, one of the few angelica couldn’t dare to hurt. “it’s completely fine, wait --” blonde rose from her chair, bending over the grab other’s papers. “here,” angel said, smile still visible on her face. “what brings you here? oh, rude of me.. would you like to join?”

[thequotejournals]

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (via wnq-writers)

[ofangelicas]

graysonhamilton:

understanding that, if he doesn’t stop supporting himself on the drastically lighter blonde soon, sprawling onto the suspiciously sticky floor wasn’t too far into the future, he fixed his forearm against the wall behind her. “a bottle here, two bottles there,” he beamed, liberated in the absence of the weight that normally brought down his shoulders whenever he saw her nowadays. if he tried, if he really tried, he could almost compare the lightness he felt to the nights where he would find her in his bed. “i’m not a light weight. it takes - it takes diligence to get like this so early, y’know? no one ever appreciates that. but you, you appreciate that, right?”

   HIS godly face too close to hers, angelica’s heart skipped a beat. weight lifting from her body with a single arm movement, blonde let out a sharp breath. grayson had always been too majestic for her. she wanted to ask. no, she NEEDED to ask. what was the weight on his shoulders? why was he drinking, in the middle of the day? why wasn’t he happy? ( he should have been happy, now that i’m finally out of his life. ) the questions eating her alive, with the heat of the moment, angel’s small hands met his face, fingers burning with the every skin cell they were introduced. he is not going to remember this, the girl assured herself, fingers still lingering on the curves of his chin. “i.. i appreciate – i just don’t want to see you like this again.” stammered, even if it meant they would never be this close again.

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– you say –                   you hate him but the { w a y } you                                    ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ        –  its so clear – even when you                           { h a t e } him                                               yᴏᴜ ѕᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ

[ofangelicas]

@graysonhamilton

[nightlock]

[graysonhamilton-deactivated2016]

@ofangelica

[musepirations]

travestied:

i need 2 tablespoons of attention™ everyday

[dijetedrago]

me, a sensitive and very emotional person who cries easily and can’t take any criticism: i wanna fight someone

[sirgawin]

Lana Del Rey // Terrence Loves You

[ofangelicas]

@graysonhamilton

[milkeu]

darling, who needs a knight in tarnished armor? you’ve befriended the dragons.

(via milkeu)

[ofangelicas]

i still got three more to do but i need to finish my hw first

ttyl!!!

[ofangelicas]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

angelica: aye, no, what’s up?angelica: sorry i missed your call. i was busy with skypeangelica: have you listened to white lies’ new album? its golden tbhangelica: ill be out for a while, but we can meet @ 8 pm ??angelica: no, im sorry i missed our hang out yesterday. i had to finish stuff

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

angelica: god, i keep ditching you but i really dont mean to. i hope you know thatangelica: you’re an amazing friend, idk what i did to deserve you :/angelica: i know you would drop everything & come here if i asked you bc honestly i feel like shit atm but i wont call you lol angelica: lmao im crying this is the third time wtfangelica: i love you, no. best friend forever.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

sweaty face after a work out, looking disgusting.

What my muse saved your number as?

no no

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

let it roll by ladyhawke

How many times my muse has called your this week?

four

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

ten

[ofangelicas]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

angelica: clara!!angelica: have you met my handsome boy?angelica: his name is thor!! a lil british short hair, i bet you’ll adore him.angelica: what was that app you were talking about earlier? i’m bored, i need a game to occupy me.angelica: i’m gonna be @ starbucks, come if you want to.

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

angelica: fuck your cute face and bright smile and shiny locks why dont you go be yourself somewhere else??? ANTARCTICA, MAYBE?? HUH???angelica: i bet you’re with gray now.angelica: i wish i was more like you.angelica: are you this baby or what?? attachment: 1 imageangelica: man its exhausting 2 dislike u

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

a snap of the empty wine bottle.

What my muse saved your number as?

clara

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

false alarm by the weeknd

How many times my muse has called your this week?

one

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

two

[ofangelicas]

♀, $ , ?? (i'm sorry that i have a problem oh my goodness)

Send “♀” for an HEARTBREAKING text.

angelica: i love you. i still do. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, i can’t breathe anymore. not like i used to. you were the best thing ever been mine. without you… i’m just a monster. come back to me. come back and make me a whole again. please.  

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

angelica: i think ill buy the black one, obvi.

Send “??” for an DRUNK text. 

angelica: lmaO yıu scuk1!!! i bert kidsd hate u too!!!!!!!  !!!

[ofangelicas]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

angelica: yo emmyangelica: would you like to come over??angelica: :// i think im getting sick angelica: dinner, on me. all you need to do is get your ass here.angelica: ew, what the fuck was that snap?? 

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

angelica: i’m all alone :))) dont you think thats funnyangelica: i ran into gray the other day. he was a fucking jerk to me. to me!! i was supposed to be a jerk, the angry one not his stupid ass dfjghdfjk i dont know what to do rnangelica: turns out if dad dies im gonna be the leader of our cute mafia :)))))))) attachment: 1 imageangelica: i think somethings wrong with me. or broken. i dont know how to fix it. angelica: thank you. thank you for being beside me through all. i love you.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

a snap of her cat, thor, sleeping on her computer’s keyboard

What my muse saved your number as?

emmy

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

fourth of july by fall out boy

How many times my muse has called your this week?

three

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

seven

[ofangelicas]

📱

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

angelica: is that so?angelica: fine, i’ll drop by tomorrow morning.angelica: you know what? i don’t want them. throw it all away.angelica: or just donate somewhere.angelica: yeah. night.

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

angelica: i hate you. fuck this, i hate you. i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you, i hate the way i dont fucking hate yıubghfkjjfdhxjkfxvangelica: visited moms graveyard last week. i wish you were there with me. i needed you, gray. it’s too hard, i don’t think i can do this anymore. i’m lost, i need you to patch me up. angelica: dad wants me to stay @ arcata for the next two months. boys said he’s having trouble breathing from time to time. i dont know what id do if something happens to him againangelica: i was by the pier two days ago. it was lovely. besides the annoying kids. goddamn, they scream a lot. i dont know how you manage to keep them quiet.angelica: theres an enormous spider. will you come over and get rid of him for me?? 

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

four months ago, an intentionally send selfie of she & her boyfriend, now ex.

What my muse saved your number as?

deleted the number few years ago, but memorised it.

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

duck by iphone

How many times my muse has called your this week?

zero

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

zero

[graysonhamilton-deactivated2016]

everything was spinning, and grayson couldn’t quite understand why. stumbling onto the closest stationary figure his vision managed to focus on, he flashed what he believed to be a composed smile at the figure, leaned close, and made the most eloquent statement he was currently capable of. “t-thank you for not letting me fall! the ground looks like a f-fucking pain!”

[ofangelicas]

    THE  third glass almost made the trick, she thought, still not numb as much as she hoped to be. mind wandering around, so far away from where she was right now; blonde irked with the sudden weight pressed over her petite body, almost crushing her. wine spilling all over her top, angelica shouted with utter frustration. “WHAT THE ---”  when her blues met his, she couldn’t find the power to finish her sentence. his slurred speech taking her by surprise, angelica felt the need to protect him, to make sure he was FINE. “h-have you been drinking?”