moved.

@RULEBENT

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having a lot of issues with muse here lately, very very tempted to just move her back to my multi…

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OKAY I’M DOING IT

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𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 :

TONGUE  WETS  HER  LOWER  LIP  ,  trailing  along  the  curve  as  she  absently  studies  the  girl.       YOUNG  ,  but  not  too  much  older  than  jennifer  was.         PRETTY  ,  even  if  she  does  kind  of  look  like  she’s  been  on  a  bender.        CAUTIOUS  ,  which  admittedly  was  in  her  best  interest  with  jennifer  being  the  one  she’s  talking  to.      {   THEN  AGAIN  ,  JEN’S  NEVER  KILLED  A  GIRL  BEFORE.       they  were  for  kissing  ,  not  draining.   }       sucking  her  lower  lip  in  ,  she  hums  &&  turns  cool  gaze  to  the  seats  in  front  of  them.     

❝      FOLLOWING  AN  INDIE  ROCK  BAND  THAT  LIKES  TO  SACRIFICE  VIRGINS  TO  SATAN  FOR  THEIR  GOOD  LOOKS  &&  MEDIOCRE  SUCCESS.     ❞            the  way  she  says  it  is  so  …  monotone  that  i  could  taken  for  fact  or  lie.         truth  or  a  joke.          ❝     well.       they  aren’t  very  good  at  finding  actual  virgins.        but  men  are  pretty  useless  so  it  doesn’t  surprise  me.    ❞

𝑺𝑯𝑬  𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺  𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬  𝑶𝑭  𝑻𝑯𝑬  𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬  𝑰𝑵  𝑱𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑹'𝑺  𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬 .            //            phrase is devoid of all hilarity or sarcasm ,      and courtney immediately knows that the girl is telling the truth ,      that the young succubus is chasing revenge for the loss of a normal life .      she’d been just like jennifer once ,      had been just as reckless ,      just as careless .      courtney doesn’t react to the girl ,      instead takes a bite of her slim jim before gentle sigh escapes pink-stained cracked lips .                        ❝      all bad things exist in this world because of men ,      @alwaysasteroid· .      ❞                        a not-so-subtle hint at the existence of the succubus ,      at the irony of two monsters sitting amongst a train of unsuspecting innocents            (      one of them would be courtney’s next meal ,      one of them would die today ,      but who would it be ?      ) .

❝      i’m from los angeles ,      just a few miles east of here .      the city isn’t nearly as glamorous as it’s depicted in the media .      ❞                        los angeles was filled with memories of heartbreak and despair ,      years of being ignored by the only family she’d had ,      decades of being shunned by the ones she cared about most .

[egocrsh]

                                     𝒂𝒍𝒍    𝒊    𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕    𝒊𝒔    𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆    𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕    𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔

                                   ¿ʞsɐ    oʇ    ɥɔnɯ    ooʇ    ʇuɐʍ    ı    llɐ    sı

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𝑳𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑬 :·

                            there    is    an    apology    ready    to    lurch    out    of    her    throat,    something    about    startling    the    other,    her    cousin,    as    allie    liked    to    refer    to    her,    even    if    she    hasn’t    quite    gotten    around    to    saying    it    out    loud    yet.        she    knows    there’s    probably    a    technicality    in    there    somewhere    that    keeps    the    title    from    being    true.        but,    honestly,    she    doesn’t    really    care.        courtney    was    someone    allie    wanted    to    have    around,    so    she    was.        if    she    felt    like    family,    then    she    was.        it    felt    so    much    more    simple    than    what    a    doctor    or    a    genealogist    might    have    to    say    about    it.        it    certainly    helped    that    love    likes    her,    and    that    helped    to    get    rid    of    any    overarching    awkwardness.        because    if    love    liked    her,    she    just    had    to    be    good.    

                            allie’s    hands    are    fiddling    with    themselves    in    front    of    her,    a    distraction    that    keeps    her    worried    mind    preoccupied.        her    eyes    flicker    up    and    down    between    twiddling    fingers    and    the    woman    at    the    sink,    as    if    she’s    checking    on    her.            “        um,    like,    an    hour    ago?        i    think?        i    can    be    very    quiet    sometimes    cause’    i    wear    socks    and    i    know    which    floorboards    creak.        ”            the    blonde    beams    as    she    finishes,    an    expression    meant    to    finish    off    a    proud    sentence,    only    courtney’s    next    words    turn    her    features    back    down.            “        oh,    no!        i’m    sure    the    tree    didn’t    mean    to,    maybe    we    can    go    back    and    ask    it    to    say    sorry!        do    you    remember    what    tree    it    was?        ”

𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬  𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑺  𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻  𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑬'𝑺  𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑰𝑺  𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑳𝑳  𝑮𝑬𝑻  𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫  𝑻𝑶 .            //            about two months into living in love quinn’s home for lost souls ,      and courtney was no more used to its inhabitants ,      no more used to having company at all hours of the day .      heavy sigh escapes her lips before she can stop it ,      body leans against the counter of the kitchen as stained shirt falls into the sink :            allie was the only innocent presence in the house ,      just as stupid and naive as henry was .      how long before that would be stained ,      how long before allie would become just as bad as the murderers that she lives with ?      the joke remains ignored as cerulean hues narrow and closely study the other ,      wet fingers brush aside strands of brunette .                        ❝      do you normally creep around the house like that ?      avoiding creaking floorboards and tiptoeing around ?      ❞                        words sound slightly harsh ,      though there’s no sign of empathy on her face ,      no sign of care .      joe couldn’t be trusted            ------            courtney had decided that much before moving to madre linda with love ,      before she’d even met the man .      could allie be trusted ?

❝      you know ,      i was raised as an orphan in an empty home …      the concept of roommates is still rather foreign to me .      ❞                        it’s as close to an olive branch as allie will get ,      the only sign that courtney’s harsh tone isn’t targeted            (      but it’s all an act ,      isn’t it ?      courtney would kill allie if it ever came to it ,      would relish in watching the life leave her body      ) .

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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑹 :

blue  eyes  twinkle,  his  expression  softening.  ❛  whew.  at  least  this  town  gained  another  DECENT  person,  ❜  he  remarks,  leaning  into  the  spine  of  the  chair.  OF  COURSE  HE  HAD  COME  BY  TO  SEE  LOVE,  that  is  painfully  obvious  —  though  theo  engler  is  not  opposed  of  making  new  friends.  

squinting,  he  sighs  —  ❛  it  isn’t  LIKE  THAT,  ❜  he  mumbles  (  who  is  he  kidding  ?  drop  the  act  )  ❛  okay,  fine.  i  know.  he’s  a  fucking  creep,  so  we  agree  on  that.  ❜  a  pause,  lips  press  in  thought,  as  though  considering  whether  or  not  they  should  be  said.  ❛  love  is  just  different  than  the  others  here.  refreshing.  god  knows  why  you  all  picked  this  hell  hole  though.  ❜

𝑯𝑬'𝑺  𝑨  𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬  𝑱𝑼𝑫𝑮𝑬  𝑶𝑭  𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 .            //            that much is apparent with his choice of company ,      even now :            sitting across from a psycho killer and calling her a decent person …      if only he knew the truth about her ,      about love and joe            ------            would he still love the quinns after finding the skeletons hidden in their closet ?      would he still look at love with those same adoring eyes ?      the thought alone encourages the slightest crack of a smile upon hardened features ,      gaze studies him carefully as brows arch .      theo engler had no clue what he was walking into ,      had no clue what shitshow he was getting himself involved in .                        ❝      love picked it .      and she loves it here ,      more than she’ll even admit to herself .      ❞                        it had been long enough that courtney was now able to see the flaws of a woman she’d idolized almost her entire life ,      long enough that courtney was able to humanize the only person she’d ever truly loved .                        ❝      maybe she’s not as different as you think she is .      ❞

words are said in passing ,      but the weight of them lingers in the room as she stands up to lock the doors of the small shop :            no more unwelcome distractions ,      no more prying eyes during her work time .      how would theo react if he knew that love was no better than joe ,      that love was the reason that natalie was missing in the first place .                        ❝      i heard about your step-mom .      i’m sorry .      ❞

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Why aren't you ever active?

because i have a life lol

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y'got three motherfuckers in a big white van ,      two dumb friends and one mean man

                               well she’ll fucking kill you,      she wins every fight

                         ˢʰᵉ'ˢ  ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ  ʳᵒᶜᵏ  ʸᵒᵘʳ  ˢʰⁱᵗ  ᵇʸ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵉⁿᵈ  ᵒᶠ  ᵗʰᵉ  ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ

©

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𝑺𝑨𝑳𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑬𝑺 :

the  smell  of  blood  isn’t  exactly  something  he  isn’t  used  to.  hell,  the  crimson  liquid  was  his  biggest  weakness,   the  smell  alone  makes  him  have  to  take  a  deep  breath,  even  after  all  these  years  of  self  control.  he  found  her  through  the  grape  vine,  on  a  mission  to  find  all  the  people  he’s  turned  in  the  past  &  tell  them  he’s  sorry,  or  whatever  he  could  say  at  this  point.   courtney  seemed  to be  taking  on  the  ripper  role.   “  you  remember  me,  wasn’t  expecting  that. ” 

he  steps  over  the  dead  body,  lifeless  and  planted  on  her  floor.  it  only  makes  him  sigh,  a  sigh  that  was  much  needed  it  seemed.  eyes  move  from  the  brunette  to  the  leather  chair  she’s  gestured  to.  he  nods  &  takes  a  seat  across  from  her,   head  tilting  to  the  side  as  he  watches  her  carefully.  her  aura  is  throwing  him  off,  she  doesn’t  seem  like  her  humanity  is  off  but  he’s  still  feeling  it  out.  “ sorry  to  disappoint  you.  i  didn’t  quite  think  i  was  on  the  shorter  side. ”

𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺  𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯  𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑺  𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫  𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 .            //            she takes a slow sip of her whiskey before placing the glass back down on the side table ,      brows raising as courtney silently scrutinizes him .      she had remembered nothing of her own transition ,      had no recollection of her own maker            ------            until now .      figure slowly stretches as she sits upright ,      gaze remains unwavering as sinister smile spreads across her expression .                        ❝      you turned me ,      stefan .      how could i forget the man that helped me become all that i am now .      ❞                        there’s a hint of tease in her tone as lie easily slips out of her mouth ,      heavy sigh pushing past grit jaw as delicate fingers brush strands of chocolate out of her eyes .

❝      what can i do for you ,      stefan ?      ❞                        it had been decades since she’d seen him ,      years since she’d begun to make a name for herself as the ripper of angelino heights .      why had he come to see her now ,      after all this time ?      what did he want from her ?                        ❝      if you’re looking for pointers on cleaning up your crime scenes ,      i’ve heard that klaus mikaelson has some centuries worth of knowledge .      ❞

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HEADCANON            //            the ripper verse

courtney is not a writer in this verse ,      like she is in her main verses :            ray quinn is left off of her birth certificate ,      and her father remains denoted as unknown .      courtney spends her entire life receiving monthly anonymous deposits into a savings account under her name ,      though her mother takes complete control over this account ,      repeatedly utilizing the money as leverage over court’s life .      courtney’s relationship with her mother grows more and more abusive as she ages ,      both physically and emotionally ,      and she began to count down the days until she would turn eighteen and be able to finally escape her mother .      the night of her sixteenth birthday ,      courtney told her mother that she wanted to know more about her father ,      only to be met with another outburst :            this time ,      courtney was ready for her mother’s rage .      after a long struggle ,      courtney pushed her mom ,      who fell backwards and hit her head on the counter .      completely stunned ,      courtney watches the life leave her mother’s eyes before packing up and running away .

‘      unusual …      they say strange fascination, infatuation .      a lunatic ,      call me what suits your taste ,      i just wanna taste .      ’

Keep reading

[blood-powered-radio]

https://youtu.be/qOb-Ha7UaEw

Blue Kid - The Dismemberment Song

off the album Upright, Love, 2012

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𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑮 :

              vanilla?            as      if      you      know      me,         courtney.            did      it      ever      cross      your      mind      that      maybe      getting      tied     up      by      a      complete      psychotic      stranger      just      didn’t      manage      to      get      me      hard?           i      resist      the      urge      to      roll      my      eyes,          although      it’s      a      hard      feat.           after      all,         i      don’t      want      to      be      talking      to      you,         courtney.            your      sister      is      who      i     want,          but      maybe      we      have      a      common     endgame.            isn’t      she      who      you      want?           i      never      understood      the      whole      familial     longing.            an      only      child,         my      mom      abandoned      me.            what      makes      family      so      special      to      you?            what’s      the      appeal?           i      catch      the      wink         ──         are      you…         flirting      with      me?            it      would      make     this      whole      unfortunate      situation      far      more     complicated.            what      about      me      gives      off     that      i      want      to      sleep      with      a      psychotic      murderer      who’s      stalking      her      family     that      wants      nothing      to      do      with      her?

              speaking      of      vanilla,         the      barista      hands     me      my      vanilla      latte      and      it      threatens     to      get      me      more      aroused      than      you      ever      did.            i      pick      up      on      the      softness      in      your      tone,         indicative      of      the      accusation      being      anything      but      serious.           i      offer      a      gentle      chuckle,         trying     to      match      the      tone,            ❝         no,         this      place      just      has      some      of      the      best      coffee      in      la.            i      assume      that’s     why      you’re      here      too.         ❞            i     shrug,         trying      to      play      off      my      true     intentions.            they      weren’t      to      run      into     you,         courtney.            no,         one      of      love’s     best      friends      lives      in      this      part      of     town.            what      better      way      to      get      to     information      about      love      than      watching      her      friends?            imight      needto      teachyou      afew      things,   coutney.            ❝         i’ve      been      here      a      few      times.            big      area,         i     would’ve      been      concerned      if      you      had      seen     me.         ❞

𝑾𝑯𝒀  𝑨𝑹𝑬  𝒀𝑶𝑼  𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬  𝑱𝑶𝑬 ?            //            the question echoes in her mind as she reaches for her most recent cup of coffee ,      quiet slurp drowns out the sound of his utter bullshit before flirtatious smile finds its way upon her expression .      courtney couldn’t help but wonder how far she could push him before he’d inevitably snap ,      how long before she would get to see the real version of him            (      the version that he hid from everyone ,      the darkness that even love was too blind to see      ) .            it’s all an act ,      nothing more than an attempt to fish for more information about the mysterious man who’d found his way into the lives of the quinn family .      candace and joe had pulled her directly in the middle of the fucked up quinn drama ,      had threatened the identity that courtney had spent so long developing :            courtney had sworn long ago that she would step back from the quinns ,      that she wouldn’t try to force herself into that lifestyle ,      but now courtney couldn’t help but revel in the euphoria tied to proximity to her own family .

❝      i’m sure the stars just never aligned .      ❞                        the phrase alone is enough to make courtney want to barf ,      but the smile remains unwavering on faux friendly expression ,      legs cross as upper body leans in his direction .                        ❝      you around rabid dogs often ,      @photoalbuhm· ?      can’t say i’ve ever seen a cut that bad .      then again ,      i’ve never seen anyone bitten by a dog before ...      you must have a daunting aura .      ❞                        comes off as banter ,      but she’s fishing for an answer again ,      searches his expression for any sign that he’s lying .      seemingly casual conversation nothing more than a never ending game of chess ,      an endless battle between two minds :            who would win in the end ?

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happy munday besties <3

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𝑰𝑼𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 :

she   wants   nothing   more   to   put   miles   of   road   between   her   and   this   groupie.         but   desire   to   fight   would   always   overpower   desire   to   run,        perhaps   a   fatal   flaw   in   the   grand   scheme   of   things.         jaw   sets   at   close   proximity,        fists   balled   at   sides   now.         reign   it   in   fusilier,        don’t   let   her   get   under   your   skin.         deep   breath   is   sucked   in,        departs   in   heavy   sigh.        ❛❛   no   offence,   ❜❜       𝚊   𝚕𝚒𝚎,       𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜   𝚝𝚘   𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍,       ❛❛   but   why   the   fascination   in   deranged   and   vile   killers?   ❜❜         maggie   figured   childhood   trauma,       always   seemed   to   be   the   case   with   most   individuals   enamoured   with   psychotic   murderers.         she’d   seen   it   first   hand,        flocks   of   people   outside   the   police   station   initially,        then   a   plaque   outside   her   childhood   home   like   some   sick   sort   of   tourist   attraction.        that’s   when  the   gifts   started   getting   left,      the   signs   of   adoration.         IT   MADE   HER   SKIN   CRAWL,        bile   twisting   and   churning,       she’d   do   anything   to   have   a   different   father.         𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜   𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚒𝚗   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛,       still   she   had   to   deal   with   the   repercussions   of   his   actions.

forever   marked   by   a   man   with   sick   desires.        it’s   why   interactions   like   these   get   to   her   so   easy,       never   able   to   escape   his   towering   shadow.         she   watches   curiously   as   fellow   brunette   lights   cigarette,         a   vice   shared   between   them.         yet   during   the   entirety   of   conversation   maggie   wishes   she   hadn’t   left   flask   of   tequila   in   glovebox,         liquid   would   surely   make   it   more   bearable.       brown   optics   roll   at   question,        OF   COURSE   SHE   WAS   DEFENSIVE.        ❛❛   guess   you   got   me.         but   a   quick   google   search   would’ve   confirmed   your   suspicions   so   why   the   twenty-one   questions?        hoping   i’d   have   some   sort   of   insider   crap?   ❜❜ 

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝒀  𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑯  𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑺  𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻  𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺 .            //            expression remains unwavering as she takes another hit from the cigarette ,      as smoke pools out of her nostrils and surrounds the pair .      she taps off the excess ash before a brow arches ,      superiority complex undeniably oozing off of her in waves :            courtney wasn’t stupid enough to ignore the mistakes of those that came before her ,      wasn’t idiotic enough to believe that she was entirely untouchable ,      but she knew that she would always be better than the likes of jeffrey dahmer or the southern slayer ,      would always have something that they didn’t .                        ❝      most famous serial killers have three things in common            ------            they’re all white men ,      somewhat charismatic ,      and utterly fucked up in the head .      ❞                        words are followed by another slow drag of her cigarette ,      casual shrug of her shoulders as gaze fixates on the cinders drifting in the careful breeze .      heavy exhale leaves peach stained lips ,      soon followed by a quiet snort .                        ❝      to be quite frank ,      i don’t give a shit about your relation to the southern slayer .      ❞

even courtney is almost convinced by her own words ,      unimpressed expression fixates on her features as fingers lift sunglasses once more .                        ❝      like i said ,      i’m an author .      i get paid some pretty big bucks to make up fake stories about psychos .      ❞                        practically the same spiel she gave anyone who asked about her interest ,      almost as well rehearsed as the sob story she gave about her mother’s death            ------            courtney isn’t stupid enough to let anyone see the real version of her .      there’s a beat of hesitation before cigarette meets pavement ,      before the heel of her prada boot stomps out the flame ,      eyes return to stare at maggie .                        ❝      my books are a play on societal roles :            they discuss the reasons female serial killers aren’t as famous ,      entertain what things might be different mentally if the roles were reversed .      people like the southern slayer are just part of my research .      ❞                        it’s the closest that she’d gotten to telling the truth to anyone in weeks ,      genuine smile finds its way to innocent guise as head tilts slightly to the right .

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happy holidays, courtney! here’s a baby cactus!! it’s for you <3 lots and lots of love forever, allie🌵💕

happy holidays from me and my psycho killer <33

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𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑬  𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻  𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵  𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺  𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵  𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪  𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 .            //            head tilts to the side as she gives the winchester a slow once-over ,      arms quickly tug at the thin rope used to bind her to the chair before the figure settles in the hardwood ,      quiet chuckle escapes before head shakes strands of brunette out of her eyes .      she knew more about the brothers than they thought ,      had heard whispers of their struggles during her time being ripped to shreds in the pits of hell :      she wondered what leverage they thought they might have over her ,      wondered if they had any clue what they were walking into .                        ❝      i used to be just like you ,      @tobeblamed​ .      stupid and naive .      ❞                        wad of blood-stained spit in thrown in his direction ,      crimson ichor staining her teeth as smile only widens .

❝      you’re out of your league ,      dean .      you have no idea what is coming your way .      i wonder what dear ol’ sammy would have to say if he found out what you did …      the same shit that daddy did to you .      ❞                        hollow laughter echoes in the crappy motel where they kept her captive ,      eyes flicker black for an instant as she waits for him to squirm .                        ❝      you’re gonna die and leave him all alone …      now that’s what i call heartless .      ❞

PROMPT            //            i am not the one of us who has no heart .

[psychotic-romeo]

[bunnieresources]

gone girl screenplay sentence starters.

“ what have we done to each other? “

“ if you don’t talk, i’ll fill silence with: an excruciating story by ____. “

“ i’m so crazy, stupid happy. i met a boy. “

“ i prefer men who are funny, not ‘funny’. “

“ so tell me, ____. who are you? “

“ you know i have to kiss you now. “

“ i’m not someone who hits the panic button but—it’s weird, right? “

“ perfect, time for a quick tour of my failings. “

“ i love having strangers pick at my scabs. “

“ you surprise me. you challenge me. “

“ i go there for the quiet. “

“ everyone told me—and told me and told me—marriage is hard work. “

“ sometimes i want to punch us in the face we’re so cute. “

“ i feel sick. it’s just so bizarre. this is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to ____. “

“ i’ve sworn to never be one those wives. i think i’ve done a good job. “

“ let’s swear we will never be like them. “

“ we have each-other—everything else is background noise. “

“ ____, i don’t get it. it’s like you’re daring me to be someone i don’t want to be. “

“ that’s very sweet of you and very unnecessary. “

“ everyone is studying me, everyone is projecting their bullshit onto me. “

“ i’m going to go benadryl myself to sleep. “

“ you’re happy to be home, but i don’t know if you’re happy i’m with you. “

“ i feel like something you loaded by mistake. something to be jettisoned if necessary. something disposable. “

“ i feel like i could disappear. “

“ can you at least say you love me? “

“ i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now. “

“ i don’t want to fight. i just want to be with you. that’s all. “

“ i went from desperate to pathetic. i became someone i don’t even like. “

“ you’re really just going to walk out now? you are such a coward. “

“ we can’t go on like this. i won’t. “

“ promise me we’ll talk every day from now on. no matter what. “

“ you’ve been lying to me for over a year. “

“ i was so scared for you before. now… i’m fucking petrified. “

“ for valentine’s day, i thought i’d buy a gun. that’s how crazy i’ve become. “

“iI’d have to tell them the truth. and i don’t even know if i believe the truth. “

“ can i really think ____ would hurt me? i’m being paranoid. crazy. “

“ you have to fucking talk to me! “

“ i just don’t believe you anymore. “

“ ____, why have you kept this stuff? it’s like a little box of hate. “

“ i’m not going to be scared anymore. “

“ i’m so much happier now that i’m dead. “

“ you took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. you took and took from me until i no longer existed. that’s murder. “

“ you loved a girl i was pretending to be. “

“ i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants. “

“ i made you smarter, sharper. i inspired you to rise to my level. i forged the man of my dreams. “

“ we were happy pretending to be other people. we were the happiest couple i knew. “

“ you actually expected me to love you unconditionally. “

“ you think i would let you/____ destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. you/____ doesn’t get to win. “

“ you need to learn. grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences. “

“ i don’t know how decent i feel. “

“ that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. “

“ sure i believe you! it’s just the craziest thing i’ve ever heard. “

“ you’re reading it again? you know how it ends. “

“ ever heard that phrase, ____: the simplest answer is often correct? “

“ knowing you were out there was the only thing that’s kept me going these past few years. “

“ why are you so good to me? “

“ why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you? “

“ come. you’re staring at ghosts. “

“ ____ brings out the best in me. “

“ you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted. “

“ i’m so happy you’re here. and i don’t want you to worry for one moment. “

“ you’ll be very safe. i won’t let you get away again. “

“ you scared me. don’t do that. i need to feel safe. “

“ come home, ____. i dare you. “

“ stay with me. i don’t want you to go away/ “

“ you fucking bitch. “

“ stop pretending. “

“ i’m not pretending. you were perfect. “

“ you’re a murderer, ____. “

“ i’m a fighter. i fought my way back to you. “

“ you begged for me to save your life on national tv. and i obliged. “

“ if two people love each-other and can’t make it work, that’s the real tragedy. “

“ remember: don’t turn your back. “

“ i’d never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that’s fair, right? “

“ you can’t make me raise a child with you, ____. i don’t love you. “

“ we are toxic. we complete each-other in the sickest possible way. “

“ you think you could ever be happy with a nice, normal woman? no, * baby. i’m it. i complete you. i’m the only one who can. “

“ i’ve killed for you. “

“ you’re breaking my heart. “

“ i was with you before you were even born. “

“ what are you thinking? how are you feeling? what have we done to each other? what will we do? “