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fuckyeahdamose

#ugh . miles teller and his big dick energy #aesthetic / sc.#all posts / sc.#q

schmidtsburg

#yes #aesthetic / sk.#q

spencerhastinghs-deactivated201

#):::::#aesthetic / sk.#starring angelina / sk.#q

mybodywakesup

#it really wasnt #starring heather / sa.#aesthetic / sa.#all posts / sa.#q

stevenjackie

#be both #aesthetic / sa.#all posts / sa.#q

chineseactorandactress

#UGH ! fashion #visage / bc.#all posts / bc.#q

sorenkingsley

#cyrus ………… not agai #starring ziba / wb.#aesthetic / wb.#all posts / wb.#q

archiveblog0101

#ugh his PRIME #visage / sc.#all posts / sc.#q

peeterbishop

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Fringe Rewatch: 77/∞

↳ 2.09 Snakehead

#yeah i speak CATonese … haha just a funny little joke between friends #lane just told me to kms o:#aesthetic / wb.#starring ziba / wb.#q

lou holstad / needs a hobby.

he’s been pacing, the velvet underground on the record player. he’s wishing he could be like lou reed, all cool like with heroin in his veins and a pretty girl’s lips around his – – he’s wishing he could be more than what he is, which is nothing at all. he’s been writing music, crumpled balls of paper littering the floors, because nothing he ever writes sounds like anything that could make him one of the greats. he’s been masturbating to fake blondes with fake tits in fake magazines and staring disparately at the wall wondering when the fuck his life is going to begin. all in a day’s work, friday nights wasted away, week after week, he’s really outdone himself this time ! so when a rattle is heard at his window he jumps, he’s not used to having his routine of self-pity, despair and loathing be so rudely interrupted. or at least that’s the front, she’s nothing but a breath of much needed change, a welcome intrusion on the monotony he’s molded so well. he walks towards the already cracked window, the scent of weed replaced with freshness, whatever that smells like. it’s the only cool thing about him. ‘ friday night, thought i might be a bit rebellious. stay up past my bedtime. ’ he says with a wry curl of his lips. he has the monopoly on questions, they both know it - after all, she’s the one standing outside his window. ‘ what are you doing outside ? it’s cold. ’

Warmth taunts her from behind the boy peering out, causing for arms to instinctively wrap themselves around the brunette. Casually, as if admitting to being cold equaled admitting defeat in some way. “ Wait … You didn’t order a private reenactment of Romeo and Juliet? ” Sawyer makes a go at wide eyes and feigned confusion, though her features are far too frostbitten to cooperate to the full extent. “ Romeo, O’Romeo … ” Her statement is lost under her breath, brown eyes finding her feet instead, and focusing on the iced grass beneath them. She ought to go ahead and tell him why. Why she’s there. Why she’s without her jacket. Why her eyes are red and her cheeks wet. But it’d be a damper upon the interaction which she hoped would take things off her mind and, maybe, offer some comfort. So, she doesn’t just yet. Rather, her gaze finds the younger again, and she musters up a request which she doesn’t know if she could bare the rejection to. “ Do you wanna … hang out? ”

#my rib hurts #with lou / sk.#all posts / sk.#empirelines