roses have thorns.

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐥.

starter  for  @ourdarkdivide​  /  eliza  bailey

while  abigail  maintained  perfect  grades  ,  there  were  still  some  classes  she  struggled  with  .  like  chemistry  ,  for  instance  .  after  the  bell  rang  and  fourth  period  was  dismissed  ,  the  brunette  handed  in  her  test  and  scurried  out  the  door  into  the  hallway  .  “  was  that  hella  hard  or  is  it  just  me  ?  ”  pale  pink  backpack  was  slung  over  her  shoulder  as  her  usual  fast  pace  was  slowed  to  walk  alongside  eliza  .  “  i  swear  to  god  mr.  toles  doesn’t  even  know  half  the  crap  he  teaches  ,  either  .  ”

          it was no secret that eliza struggled with school. unlike some people, she didn’t have the ability to focus on her grades and she tended to ignore stuff that made her feel stupid. which is how half the time, she ended up just not doing her schoolwork. which is how she ended up with shitty grades. normally, she at least tried during tests, but that wasn’t the case with chemistry. there wasn’t a point to the class and she wasn’t going to pass it anyway. when she turned her test in, mostly blank, she skipped out the door, ready to just go home for the rest of the day. she turned her head when abigail talked. “not just you, but i don’t think i’m the best to ask about it. i’m failing chemistry.” 

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡. 

“School started up again?” Joseph asked. Thank God it was the weekend. “…. fuck. It’s been only a week and I’m already sick of it.”

          “you’re telling me,” eliza responded with a cool glance up at the voice. she was still in high school and she already wanted to pull her hair out. “i’m almost ready to kill my english teacher.” 

[actualarchive]

a hundred random starters 

below are starters based on/inspired by various sources. change the genders as you see fit ;)

❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞

❝ have you ever considered the idea that maybe, this world doesn’t revolve around you & your problems? ❞

❝ love is love is love is love. ❞

❝ marriage is an absurd arrangement. one is sold as a fifteen-year-old child and makes a vow one does not understand and then regrets for thirty years or more, and which one can never undo again. ❞

❝ why are you crying this time? ❞

❝ you will never escape. ❞

❝ this isn’t what I wanted! ❞

❝ everything has its consequences. ❞

❝ this face bears the mission of heaven. ❞

❝ no, you shall dismantle the house of lies, but build the temple of the divine. ❞

❝ one copper coin for a bowl of noodles! ❞

❝ that one has the heart of a lion. ❞

❝ I needed to be summoned. ❞

❝ there’s no reason for this hostility! I come in peace. ❞

❝ they died screaming. ❞

❝ why fight anymore? what’s the point of fighting against destiny? ❞

❝ how long have you known? ❞

❝ I can only speak for myself. ❞

❝ the law can be changed. ❞

❝ are you sure you’re not pregnant? ❞

❝ your child is adorable! ❞

❝ you gave him a riddle for his birthday? ❞

❝ you have no fucking right to treat me this way. ❞

❝ your ambition blinds you. ❞

❝ he adores you. ❞

❝ I feel like I should be shocked that you two had sex there, but I’m not anymore. ❞

❝ she’s going to kill you. ❞

❝ have you ever tried the cakes? they’re actually quite delicious. ❞

❝ you’ll need to be punished. ❞

❝ you should learn to lie better. ❞

❝ sometimes I wonder if you’re real. ❞

❝ I will take back what is mine & kill anyone who stands in my way. ❞

❝ then kill me. ❞

❝ there’s no such thing as love. there is only lust. ❞

❝ you’re selfish. you never think about anyone but yourself. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, but they’re gone. ❞

❝ death is just another adventure. ❞

❝ stop! ❞

❝ let them watch. ❞

❝ you have no shame, do you? ❞

❝ I can’t believe we’re talking about this right now. ❞

❝ I need advice. sex advice. ❞

❝ alright, tell me the truth, is he good in bed? ❞

❝ she is the best thing in my life. ❞

❝ you love him? ❞

❝ do you love me at all? ❞

❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

❝ please, you have to believe me. I didn’t kill anyone! ❞

❝ history is written by the victorious. ❞

❝ at least she has a heart! you have none. ❞

❝ isn’t it more important that they told you? ❞

❝ the king is displeased. ❞

❝ long live your majesty! ❞

❝ can you stop talking for just one moment & listen to me? ❞

❝ no matter how hard I try, they just won’t stay dead. ❞

❝ he’s a gold digger. he’ll screw anyone & marry them as long as they have money. ❞

❝ o! how sweet love must be! ❞

❝ do you really think that? ❞

❝ quick, you need to hide before they see you! ❞

❝ you taught me to never trust anyone. ❞

❝ this is extreme, even for you. ❞

❝ you guys were pretty loud last night. I guess it was good? ❞

❝ that wasn’t an apology & you know it. ❞

❝ are you a virgin? ❞

❝ I’m married. ❞

❝ best thing I ever did was marrying you. ❞

❝ red roses won’t erase the fact that you broke my heart. ❞

❝ stop taking all the ice cream! ❞

❝ has anyone told you that you’re sort of a little bitch? ❞

❝ it’s deep dish pizza. ❞

❝ do you want to fight for your land back or not? ❞

❝ I never realized how much of a coward you are. ❞

❝ there’s nothing worse than someone who isn’t willing to try new things. ❞

❝ haven’t you ever wanted to escape? to leave this place & explore the world? ❞

❝ i think you’ve had enough to drink. ❞

❝ your ancestors would be ashamed if they saw you. ❞

❝ one of the dolls is missing! ❞

❝ are we going to die here? ❞

❝ well looks like we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma. ❞

❝ I am no longer a child! ❞

❝ the baby won’t stop crying! i don’t know what to do anymore! ❞

❝ what if something happens to them? ❞

❝ once upon a time, I gave a damn about what people thought about me. ❞

❝ if he can get away with this, then so can i! ❞

❝ the dark shall come & take everything you love from you. ❞

❝ it’s the same story over & over again. you’d think people would know better by now. ❞

❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞

❝ you are what is wrong with this world. ❞

❝ shattered dreams can drive anyone mad. ❞

❝ I am a phoenix. burn me & I shall return, rising from the ashes. ❞

❝ this is my home. ❞

❝ home is where the heart is, where you feel safe & warm & loved. ❞

❝ running away has never solved a damn thing! ❞

❝ fuck me. ❞

❝ oh the things I’d do to you if we were alone. ❞

❝ stop, he’s not here, remember? he’s gone & he can’t hurt you anymore. ❞

❝ your husband/wife – is he/she good to you? ❞

❝ stop & think a moment, you have to stay & rest. there’s a child who needs you now, you can’t just run & be a fucking idiot. ❞

❝ once, I drank a whole bottle by myself. ❞

❝ what do I want? I want to kiss you a thousand times before undressing you & kissing every bit of your flesh a thousand more times. ❞

[ourdarkdivide]

@airkisse — kit/fawn

          kit’s been trying for days to do something out of the ordinary. her life had become boring and the whole point of moving away from home was to try and spice up her life a little bit. she was tired of doing the same thing over and over again. at least once she was finished with school—only a little bit longer now—then she would be able to do what she wanted without worrying about what she needed to do for classes. she’d just have to worry about being a functioning adult. kit was trying to take things one day at a time, which didn’t leave her little room for distraction or fun, but sometimes she just needed to get outside her comfort zone. “hey, so i have a question and it’s a little weird, but i’m just curious. is it super taboo to like... go to a strip club if you’re a woman?” she didn’t care who answered, she just wanted to know. if her parents found out she was even asking questions like that, she’d have gotten in so much trouble. but she was a long way away from them. 

[ourdarkdivide]

@airkisse — isadora/fawn

          "whoops!” isadora said, moments after bumping into someone—a delayed response because she’d didn’t even notice she’d bumped into someone. her face was glued to a book as she walked on the sidewalk. the book was for her literature class and it wasn’t the best book she’d read. she was trying to finish it before the start of her next class, which she was technically on the way to from across town because she was living at home. of course, without paying attention to where she was going, she had managed to run directly into someone—and lost the the page she was working on. isadora had been attempting to do two things poorly. this was why people didn’t multitask. “i’m so sorry!” 

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚.

         if the mention of his father should pique interest, it doesn’t show. there’s too many tales of father’s and sons that reap sorrow and she’s not in the mood to feel the drop of her heart. she wonders why anyone would be inclined to become a parent at all, the ardent love that is suffered between kin is just that, suffering. messy and taxing, and she can’t imagine a world where it’s worth it. not when beauty is on display right outside, the sun that bleeds through the blinds, pale blue skies, out of reach from trifling human hands, to be witnessed, not interfered with. ‘   you have to go home eventually.    ’ she says, a flutter of pity passing through her tone. it’s practically immutable, otherwise the word home wouldn’t be home, and odysseus would have never completed his nostos. she soothes the thought with a sip of hot chocolate, blindingly sweet, the cafe in an obvious flirtation with cheap syrup, and thin whipped cream. ‘   i suppose everyone’s reality is different.    ’ sugar-lipped words make for sugar coated sentiments, and while she agrees with the stranger, she decides that she’ll withhold her judgements until she’s hit the halfway mark. ‘   i’ll be sure to let you know. i always think i have all the time in the world. i’m sure when i’m eighty i’ll look back in regret for all the stupid things i’ve read.   ’  her chin lifts and she stumbles upon his gaze, a moment of mourning for the wasted time. it only takes a moment, before her solemnity cracks, unwittingly but entirely roped into the narrative he’s whisked into words. ‘   autobiographical ?   ’ she asks. a nosy thing, but people are like parcels. when she was little, she’d look past the sunrise for a hazy figure, distorted by the semi-sheer curtains, lugging a overstuffed messenger bag. she’d open them all, none of them for her ( because a child of six wants very little, save for a horse and a fairy godmother ), and rip at the cardboard with an unmatched voracity, tearing down like a car on an endless rumble strip. now, blossomed into maturity, she realizes people call for a more delicate hand, unpackaged rather than ripped apart. ‘   well sure i would. as long as you can promise me it won’t be a waste of time.   ’ for all she knew, he could be the next joyce. 

        henry’s father wanted him to be an exact clone of him—cold, calculating, rigid. everything that henry wasn’t any of those things. he wasn’t soft or tough but something in between, and he refused to be stuck in his own ways because he believed that some things were worth changing for. some part of him wondered if his parents only had children so that his father’s image would look better in the public. his career had flopped long ago though, since he’d only ever made it in local government, never anything outside a mayoral position. henry had to believe that was punishment for the way he’d treated his children. “do i?” he questioned, raising his eyebrow in response. “pretty sure there’s a park bench with my name on it somewhere. or better yet, i could find someone else’s place to go to tonight.” the comment wasn’t meant to be flirtatious, just a simple fact that if he didn’t want to go home, he didn’t have to—there were always plenty of other options. henry didn’t like to consider home anywhere his dad had tainted, which meant until he lost contact with his father, he was pretty much fucked. “truer words have never been spoken,” was all he said in response. not a single person’s life was exactly the same. his eyes flicked around the coffee shop, more interested in items on the wall than glancing at the book. he’s read many horrible books—books with plots that didn’t make sense, books that were too predictable, books that had annoying main characters. he tried not to pass judgement on them until he finished, as if waiting to the end could make something better. half the time, he stopped reading them if he couldn’t handle their stupidity. “yes, but sometimes reading horrible books makes you treasure the ones that are actually decent.” sometimes henry only found good books because he had found a terrible one. “i’m always looking for new book recommendations. i have to know if what i’m writing has already been written. i’d feel like a fool if it has been.” he wasn’t the first to write a book like he was writing, but he did try and make his subject matter at least a little diversified from the rest of the world’s literature he’d been exposed to of the same subject. “oh, heavens no. i’m the youngest in my family—and i clearly didn’t run away from home if my dad’s still calling me all the time.” it was one of the few facts he changed in his book. she didn’t need to know that, no one did. save for his own father—and his sister, wherever she was. henry chuckled at her response to his statement. “well then you’re rather... different. even i hate reading books written by snobby, old white men.” it was conversations like this that made him wish he was straight. “i have no idea if i’m a good writer. maybe it won’t ever get published.”

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫. 

it was paradoxical: her constant state of gloom, followed by a desire to put a sledgehammer through the cracked mirror that was her life. self-destructive would be OVERDRAMATIC. reckless fit just fine, and the other had made a grave mistake in reigns handed over.    ‘    oh, a frat party, definitely. i haven’t been to one of those since, like––    ,    i was still in school, not freshly single nor miserable.    ‘    ––in like, ages.    ,    try a year. a bit over, though dwelling on the logistics was bound to put her in a depressive episode. were break-up’s always this energy consuming?    ‘    all we gotta do is look cute.    ,    beat, index finger lift in the air.    ‘    nay, hot.    ,    an important distinction in the world of fraternities and sororities alike.    ‘    and you, my friend, is one costume change away.    ,    as if another shirt was to make a difference to inebriated boys and their oh-so-hungry eyes. sawyer liked a makeover sequence is all, and there’s no shame in that.    ‘    you got anything with cleavage?    ,

          kit’s brand of optimism was sometimes annoying to people, since she rarely ever saw the bad in a situation—when sometimes seeing the bad in a situation was the easier thing to do. even if something went wrong a thousand times prior, kit was able to see the best in a situation. it’s just how she was. she’d found that most people weren’t the same and it shocked her just how many people weren’t happy. “i’ve never been to a frat party,” she mused, chewing on the end of her pencil as if she were thinking about a math problem and not a party. “sorority party, sure, but never a frat party.” kit didn’t like parties all that much because she never knew what to do at them. she didn’t drink or smoke and she wasn’t a very good dancer. she was the wallflower at them, watching, but not participating. “i’m not sure kit and hot go in the same sentence,” she laughed, not meaning the comment negatively. her image was carefully calculated as a girl who played the girl-next-door part. she was claire standish in the breakfast club, without the attitude. “you know i don’t even know if i like boys, right?” she didn’t know if she’d ever even mentioned that. kit didn’t know anything about her sexuality. “uh, i don’t know. you can look in my closet. i doubt it.” 

[lyricvl]

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚.

        ‘   begs the question as to why you’re not home then.   ’ she swivels on her stool to face him, casting him under an inquisitive eye that won’t relent for an answer that’s any less than the truth. he’s interesting, as much as anyone here is, and the whole parable of stranger danger never served as cautionary tale, but a fairy tale. her book sprawls face down, within his purview so he can have a look if he wants. ‘   this year’s best. apparently. it’s all a bit, well really, i don’t know what to make of anything this long.    ’ infinite jest sits in all of it’s a thousand page glory, barely dented and so far, incoherent drivel. she’s waiting for revolution, the tangible feeling of her brain expanding, but it’s written with a tone that’s unique to male writers, with the strain of self-assurance that posits his writing as a piece that ebbs into the realm of the universal. she thinks, nothing written by a man could possibly be universal. ‘   it’s not really worth talking about. not yet, at least.   ’ she shrugs and her pointer finger taps lightly against the ink blot staining his blank page. ‘   this is far more interesting.’ she turns over her finger, a block of colour just barely picking up her prints. ‘   what are you writing ? or, should i say, not writing ?   ’ a pleasant smile pulls, he seems to be a living embodiment of a writer. a mind trapped by sobriety, maybe he’s magical with a little bit of liquor in him. she can’t tell, but it seems to be a running theme, what with mansfield and wilde, and their excessive adventures always backed by a little bit of liquid courage, a precursor to stories of a fantastical reality.

          “if i was home, then i’d have to answer the phone when my father calls,” he responded, leaning back in his chair. henry didn’t know how many excuses he could make up about not answering the phone. he was trying to be a functioning member of society these days, rather than the person he currently was—a non-functioning alcoholic. however, he didn’t much care what other people thought about him, as long as some part of his reputation was kept secret. he wonders why she’s even contuining a conversation with him, when he’s clearly a stranger. there wasn’t a bone in his body that was mean enough to hurt anyone, other than himself. still someone else didn’t know him, and they probably wouldn’t want to know him, if he had to be honest with himself. although he was an author—an unpublished one still counted in his opinion—henry didn’t have a lot of extra time to read books. often, he was too busy with work or writing to read books, best-sellers or not. when he did read, he stuck to his favorites, rereading them and wishing he was every bit as good of an author as tolkein or shakespeare. but to do that, he’d actually have to sell his manuscript, which meant actually finishing it. “books that are that long are usually written by pretentious dicks who have never set foot in reality.” he glanced at the book, raising an eyebrow. “but if it does become interesting, i’d like to know. wouldn’t want to waste my time reading anything stupid.” after years of writing his novel, he was beginning to wonder if he’d ever finish it—or if he’d find one thing after the next to rewrite. “it’s...” he trailed off, trying to find a way to explain his novel without making it seem like he was writing based off his own life. “about a family that falls apart after one of the youngest member of the family runs away.” although the book was not entirely based off his own life, much of it was inspired by members of his own family. “fiction.” sort of. luckily he was planning on selling the book under a pen name and he doubted he was going to have to worry about his father reading it. “not that it’ll be anything anyone will read. how many people want to read another book written by a snobbish white male when there are plenty other better authors to choose from.” for a moment, he didn’t say anything, then raised an eyebrow. “would you?” writing was one of the few things henry enjoyed that his father hadn’t yet tainted. the man didn’t want henry to be a writer, but he couldn’t complain since henry was technically not a full time writer, yet. 

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚.

           while she’s smitten with a book and a cup of coffee, she’d prefer to be snuggled in the warmth of her duvet with the coffee she knows. made just to her liking, an inimitable personal  touch that any coffee shop is unable to replicate. yet, she settles for less, because she’s not fond of grocery shopping and who would she be to steal her aunt’s favourite past time from right under her nose ? so, she tries to make a home out of the stools by the window, bundled in her favourite turtleneck and a book that’s too modern but not modernist enough. it’s at her professor’s recommendation to verse herself in more contemporary literature. she’s doused in the present simply by existing and it vexes her slightly that her retreat into the past is seen as a character flaw, but she’s trying to add open-minded to her list of traits, so she gives it a shot. a hot chocolate to accompany, a safe choice and one that won’t set her up for disappointment and a longing for her own espresso machine back at home. still, her eyes wander from the inked words, to the man sat beside her, grumbling sour nothings and it strips the quaintness from the setting, the picturesque marred by curse words and futile wants. though she makes no show of it, leans into the distraction with kind eyes and a simper. ‘   there’s a bar down the road.   ’ she suggests, though not a shred of sympathy can be found for whatever predicament he’s facing. ‘   you might just make happy hour. you can drown your sorrows at half-price.   ’

          coffee shops and henry got along well these days—especially since all he did these days was stay up late drinking and he needed something to make sure he could get through work, even if he wanted to quit his job multiple times during the day. and literally any time he thought about his job. he wished that he could spend his time in the shop, writing. or at the library reading because he did not always want to be in the same place. lately, henry’s life felt like it was going down a terrible path. the more he thought about his life, the more he wanted to drown his sorrows away with more alcohol; it was beginning to be a problem. he had too many things to think about especially when it came to his own family. one of these days he was going to just stop talking to his father. but he honestly didn’t want to be cut off and for as much as he didn’t always agree with his father’s opinion, having help financially was actually rather helpful sometimes. he hadn’t even realized he was speaking out loud until he heard someone talking to him. henry threw his pen on top of the paper, looking down to see a huge blot where he’d pressed the pen into the paper too hard. as if henry wasn’t acutely aware of where all the bars in sheffield were. “yeah, i know.” he had deadlines he needed to meet though. “every hour is happy hour if you’re smart about it,” he responded, an almost annoyed tone in his voice. he didn’t need to be judged. “i don’t need to waste my money on half-priced drinks when i have a perfectly good case of whiskey at home.” how many bottles could he get through tonight? when he was alone. when was he going to deal with his unhealthy habits? he ignored his thoughts for a second. “what are you reading?” he asked, curiously looking at the book. 

[ourdarkdivide]

@traditionale​ — henry/thalia

         he hated that he couldn’t cut his father out of his life. there were days when the older man treated henry as if he were his sibling and sometimes it took everything in him to bite back a sarcastic reply. if his father thought that they were a tragedy, then henry hated to think about what his father thought of him. since graduating from college, he hadn’t even managed to hold a job for very long and the job he did have, he was constantly late for. at least henry was out of his father’s house for the time being. he could be on his own and at least run his life the way he wanted to. his father was always angry and grumpy sounding for what reason, henry didn't know. maybe because he was too stupid to know anything about his children. sometimes he wished he had the courage to stand up to the man, but henry had long since decided he’d wear the badge of a coward with honor. henry had his problems to deal with and didn't need to sit and listen to his father complain about whatever was going on in his life, even if henry was the only one that ever sat and listened to him complain. at least he wasn't a piece of shit like his dad. he might be fucking his own life up, but that was his issue, not anyone else's problem and he didn’t drag anyone down with him.   "fucking piece of shit,” he muttered, looking down at the piece of paper that was still blank. “it’s a damn shame this place doesn’t serve alcohol,” he said to the person nearest to him. sometimes it was easier to write when he was wasted.

[ourdarkdivide]

@sunlightsgirl​  — henry/??

          one of these days, henry was going to have to suck it up and just start attending alcoholics anonymous meetings because these days of getting up after ten in the morning after drinking all night was going to get old. he was going to blame his father for it, even if the man was only half to blame for his own bad habits. at least he was, for the most part, on his own now. a late morning for him meant that he needed extra coffee to deal with his day. luckily his job wasn’t that stressful and he didn’t care if he got fired for being late. his father was the one that wanted him to study politics and henry had zero interest in the subject. he wanted to be a writer—and as if that wasn’t stressful enough, he had to deal with other problems. sometimes he wished he was back in college, when the only issue he was dealing with was his god damned sexuality... and the alcoholism. slow to get ready, he finally managed to drag himself out of his apartment right at eleven. immediately, he wished he could go back inside and back to sleep. the sun was too bright. henry walked slowly towards the coffee shop and ordered the biggest black coffee he could order. “i’ve already decided, today’s gonna fucking suck.” he wondered if he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. 

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫.

graduation had gifted sawyer with spare time galore, only for the holes in her schedule to be filled with immediacy. shifts picked up replaces the classes gone to and soon she begins missing hours crunching for finals. not now, though, not as it presents itself before her.    “    tell me about it,    ”   she chimes in, her own reading choice being last week’s cosmo. certainly on par with the challenging homework kit had splayed out before her. how did you spice up your sex life in five easy steps…    “    i had to take trig for two semesters and it was hell on earth.    ”    definitely not featured in her school related daydreams. if anything, she missed the people––the parties.    “    fun i can do, though.    ”    magazine fluttering shut, and she redirects her attention to kit.    “   we thinking chick flick fun or like, risky business fun?    ”

         kit was completely ready to graduate, but she still had a little bit of time—and until then, she still had to learn how to be an adult. one of these day she was going to figure out some of the adulthood secrets, though she had no idea how she was going to figure it out. “do you know someone that is good at math?” kit asked, hopeful. she normally wouldn’t condone cheating, but at the same time, she had no idea what she was doing. “oh, wow, that’s so much math. i don’t know that i could handle that many semesters of trig. kit wanted to be done with school now, that just wasn’t possible. “i… i don’t know. what… do you recommend?” kit tilted her head to the side and looked at sawyer. “i’m not usually one to have risky business kind of fun, you know.” she really didn’t even know what that meant, but she figured that sawyer already knew that. kit felt like she didn’t have very many life experiences that people her age did.

[ourdarkdivide]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐨.

there were a lot of lessons minoo should’ve learned by now. the lack of common sense was a group effort––part her being a bad student, part her parents being bad teachers. she talked to strangers and she got into their cars. she accepted drinks without hesitance and pills with even less. all things considered, a walk in the park––albeit in the dead of night––wasn’t that high up the list.    “    shit, don’t tell me the soviet’s invading.    ”    that was russian, right.    “    not that my dad wouldn’t fucking eat that shit up.    ”    converse dig into the sand below, keeping the swing steady as she speaks.    “    tell you what, you see another one of you on the battlefield––tall, brooding, dick-ish––aim for the head.    ”    a morose conversation to be having with a stranger, yet the fact does very little to stop her.    “    i don’t think we’re much of an open casket family anyway.    ”    beat.    “   though that’d be kinda cool.    ”

       he tried. he really tried to be a friendly person, but most of the time people just didn’t get him. gleb just didn’t want to get close to people, especially not since most people, in his opinion were terrible. there were people that he didn’t want to know. specifically when he didn’t know how old they were—like this stupid teenager that was now talking to him. he was attempting to find a reason to leave, but since his dog already ran off, there wasn’t a reason for him to leave. “fuck you, i have never set foot in russia.” gleb rolled his eyes, looking around for the dog, looking for a reason to leave. what the hell did she want anyway? teenagers were annoying—and he did not want to talk to her. “what the hell do you even want?” 

[ammascrellin]

Harry Bingham saying his favourite word, part 1.

[ourdarkdivide]

@jawbroke​ — sawyer/kit

          no one told her that being an adult was difficult — and boring. she had ran away from home chasing a dream that probably would never work out, but yet she as still holding on hope that everything would work out. kit’s brain felt like it was going to explode with the knowledge of the world she had to shove in there to be a functioning adult. and she didn’t even feel like she was succeeding. maybe it would be easier to admit defeat. she could go home, pretend that she never left, and just deal with her parents. but no, she didn’t want to do that. kit wanted to prove that she was tough and able to handle anything that was thrown at her, even if she felt like crying half the time. college was supposed to be difficult after all, but this was a nightmare. “i do not understand math. was it invented to be some sort of torture device?” kit pushed her book aside and took her glasses off before looking at sawyer. “i give up for now. lets go do something fun.” 

[ourdarkdivide]

@jawbroke — gleb/mj 

         it wasn’t unusual for him to be up late at night. sleep didn’t come easy to him anymore, not after the death of his mother, nearly twenty eight years ago. he was cautious as to who he talked to late at night though — because nothing good happened after midnight. instead of sitting around doing nothing and hating the fact that two hours of sleep about all he could manage, he hooked his dog up on a leash and started walking down the street. he probably looked like a thug, with his six foot frame strolling down the sidewalk and his usually grumpy features painted on his face. gleb wasn’t a law breaker. he left that business up to his brother. after walking to the nearby park, gleb unleashed the samoyed. “ne ubegay slishkom daleko,” he commanded, then released his grip on the dog’s leash.