ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ﹖

IND. & PRIV. OC est. 2016.

[opheliapale]

                ’  what     did  you  break  ?  ’     followed  by  a  deep  sigh .

     @warinked  cont .  from  here .

[opheliapale]

               ’  then  come  on .  ’     her  fingers  wrapped  around  his  collar  pulling  him  closer .  she  kicked  open  the  door  behind  her  and  pulled  him  towards  the  bed .  giggles  mixing  within  the  kisses .  intense .  some  slow .  some  quick .  her  lips  continued  to  crash  upon  his  colder  ones,  fingers  wrapped  around  his  neck,  getting  herself  up  on  her  toes  to  reach  his  lips  better .     ’  don’t  let  them  hear  us .  ’

     @warinked  cont .  from  here .

[opheliapale]

█❝ &. CANNOT  BE  WITHOUT .

                                  barely acknowledges tenderness     !

                              however  acts   upon  the desire    &     upon the way that her   VOICE   PAINTS  HIM BLUE   .    every single  tone    ——     exposed skin like a map twirls around the finger     .      can   see   the shadow of himself  in  the depth of her  deep ocean hues    PAINTED  WITH  FEROCITY    .      shape  heavy as the dirty ground decorated with  BONES   &    CORPSES      weeps   for the warmth of her own one    .   ALWAYS HAD KNOWN     ———      a heart in a girl    ,    locked in between hollow ribs     ,    alike to a yellow little chick   sleeping  next to an eagle    .     a boy so blue for a girl so blue was such an ideally painful combination    .   FEAR RUSHED THROUGH HIS SAPPHIRE LIPS     —–     fingertips cold onto her snow washed skin    .    such a wonderful girl   ,   what a wonderful tragedy    ,    HER  LIFE   A   BITTERSWEET   SYMPHONY   FOR  HIS  EARS       /     corrupting his mind   ENTIRELY    !        cold hands  wrap   around the tinier shape    ,     lips  isolated from the warmth  push to the ones that melted  .    TASTED LIKE HONEY     !      wonderful girl    ,    wonderful  girl    .       ❛        —–    not  nearly     .      ❜        has not lied      —-        would not dare     !

               love  .  she  felt  so  much  love     for  this  one  boy,  god .  she  wished  more  than  anything  in  the  world  that  her  heart  would  quit  stabbing  itself  with  the  love  she  had  for  that  one  fucking  boy  that  toyed  with  her  mind .  her  fingers  rolled  swiftly  down  his  naked  chest,  while  her  lips  locked  onto  his  warm  lips .  he  was  always  this  warm  whenever  he  had  been  asleep .  as  if  his  whole  body  just  turned  to  fire  from  ice  whenever  his  head  let  him  rest .  she  rolled  slightly  on  her  side  and  on  top  of  his  bigger  body,  letting  her  leg  slide  between  his  two  ones .  this .  moments  like  this,  the  nights  when  they  were  alone,  wearing  nothing  but  each  other  and  the  sheets  beneath  them,  those  were  the  nights  she  knew .  knew  that  she  loved  him .  knew  that  she  was  home .  her  fingers  ran  from  his  chest  onto  his  neck  and  continued  towards  his  sharp  jawline .  he  was a  bad  boy .  she  was  a  sad  girl .  they  were  toxic .  so  harmful  for  each  other .  the  scars  on  her  arms  and  thighs  were  written  proof  of  it .

                                  ’  i  can’t  sleep .  my  head  ...  it  all  revolves  around  you.  ’

[opheliapale]

               soft  purring  escaped  her  tired     frame .  it  was  late,  then  sun  had  disappeared  hours  ago .  he  was  asleep  right  next  to  her .  snoring  loudly .  he  was  so  much  bigger  than  her,  not  just  body  wise .  his entire  life  was  bigger  than  hers .  had  more  meaning,  more  ...  whatever  it  was  that  allowed  him  to  wake  up  happy  almost  every  morning .  while  she  ??  she  could  barely  get  out  of  bed  unless  he  was  right  there  with  her .  see,  ophelia  abernathy’s  heart  would  stop  every  time  she  had  a  feeling  he  was  with  someone  else .  god,  it  ached  in  her  entire  being  just  thinking  about  it .  a  soft  poke  was  placed  to  his  side  before  she  pressed  her  half  eaten,  bloody  and  scrapped  lips  against  the  soft  skin  of  his  cheek .  she  would  bite  her  lip  whenever  she  was  nervous  and  oh  boy,  she  was  always  nervous .  her  breath  lingered  on  his  skin  before  pressing  a  harder  kiss  onto  his  pale  cheek .

                                                ’  i  can’t  sleep .  are  you  ...  tired  ??  ’

               @warinked   gets  the  lov.