you smell like the devil

but you admit that you’re lonely, you’re as cold as a statue pleading ‘FUCK ME’ on the marble that was used to create you.. i cant stand that you’re TALKING when you shouldn’t be LIVING. i didn’t dodge all your bullets--- i just DENIED that they hit me. so, when my body is bleeding i wont admit that this hurts; because ADMITTING isn’t FIXING so then what is it worth... so to say you’re unhappy is like saying you’re sorry its nothing that i care to hear.var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5273382"; 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(""); of var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3123755"; fhsh.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

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hi

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listen,,, would anyone be up for plotting w/ my childrens o i can get this blog up n running because i no longer have ANY rp partners :-)

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               blood dripping down their face, there’s evident bruising already occurring. the bloody knuckles combined with the other wounds scattered across emory’s body make it seem like they’re in a lot more pain than they actually are. but given the fact that they NEVER feel pain, that’s an easy thing to accomplish. walking out of the bathroom with their gym bag on their shoulder, they’re shocked to see someone still lingering outside the impromptu ‘arena’. “  ya know… most people LEAVE after a fight. “ their voice is strong, still high on adrenaline, carrying it’s usual after-fight raspy-ness.

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                  fingers playing with the edges of his sweater, he’s visibly nervous. he’s never been a fan of galleries, not because he doesn’t like his work, it’s because he doesn’t know what people think about the pieces… and the thought of that makes his skin CRAWL. the urge to just disappear comes with this anxiety; even though he knows it's a widely inappropriate time to do so. letting out a deep breath, his hands flatten against his skirt before moving to lean back against the wall. the only thing getting him by at this point is how he’s sold a few works by now, and that means he won’t be stressed out for rent money.

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               “ i’m your DEALER, not your MOM… you can’t keep stopping by for dinner & shit, i’m here for you if you want molly; not if you want spaghetti. “  though they’re not making any attempt to move them from their spot at the kitchen table.. no, campbell’s too nice for that, they’re just going to glare at them as they cook.

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based ( x ) // open to m/nb

              now, how many times has the other told him that he needs to start being careful? too many. yet, somehow cessair managed to spend his afternoon in the back of a cruiser, bruises lighting up the sides of his face. the cop whose handcuff’s he’s wearing is on the phone with someone, the only words the male catches are ‘idiot’ and ‘teenagers’— he would of caught more but that one song that’s on that jeep commercial on so he’s a little more into singing along than he is to following this guy’s conversations. it’s not long before the officer’s doing his paperwork and he’s sitting in central booking, twiddling with the stapler on his desk. cockiness drips from his every action— but this is cessair we’re talking to? did you expect anything else. he’s told that he’s got several hundred dollars worth in bail that’s needed before he can leave. it’s only a trespassing and vandalizing charge, he’s got that money and a lawyer that’ll get him out of it. nodding, he’s led to the pay phone. knowing the number off the top of his head he dials, a smirk on his lips when they answer the phone. “okay babe, guess where i am RIGHT now?”

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i genuinely have like zero muse for these guys n it makes me so upset??? if u guys want me my personal is @overratedboy ??? n my twitter has the same handle... i normally check on here every couple days so those r the best way to reach me!!!

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emotionally cold character: i don't do relationships

pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*

emotionally cold character: shit

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louis.

             louis cackled, shaking his head, “sheets are not made of the same thing and it looked tacky. you know we needed the cutest one for our living room, not something cheap.” he said, smirking at harry from across the room. it was true, harry had tried to convince him for hours that their extra sheet would do the same exact thing and louis just rolled his eyes. the fighting was something that happened later; their love story was absolutely beautiful in the beginning and louis constantly relived those wonderful memories. he took a deep breath and finished checking out the colors and moved back to harry, leaning against the chair, “well you can be one of my amazing guests at my next gallery. i would love to have you there.” he said, grinning. liam was not going to be happy about this once he realized that himself and harry had contact again. he blushed even deeper and shuffled his feet nervously, “–i couldn’t get you out of my head…you’re my muse, always.” he whispered, nervous for harry to even see the paintings he’s done recently about him.

              a smile tugs its way onto the boy’s lips, finding comfort in the dynamic that they still manage to have. this reminds him of the good days, the ones where he wasn’t finding comfort in the bottom of a jack daniels bottle--- he was finding comfort in louis. the only problem was the vast amount of time that went between the good days and the bad days, the latter outweighing it most times. “what do you have against tacky---? i love tacky... that’s why i made you let me put all of those solar dancing things on the windowsills. tacky is cute.” there’s the slightest tone of defensiveness on his voice, but it’s easily outweighed by the joy that’s so evident in this conversation. he’s missed him so much, and now that he has him back in his life he’s unsure of what else he could possible want. “when’s your next one? other than boring business parties and court dates i’m normally free all the time... well, maybe not the fifteenth that’s ja--” his boyfriend’s name almost slips from his petals, and he’s nervously glancing away from the other. he feels guilty, like it’s his fault that he hasn’t stayed single, that he’s found someone else he can tolerate enjoy. it makes the smile fall from his face, mind coming to the realization that he has more admiration for the boy across from him than he has for the one he’s actually dating. “lou---,” a sigh falls, and he’s running his hand through his short hair. “i don’t deserve to be that... not for you at least.”

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gUY S I JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO MY FIRS T CHOICE AND NOTHING ELSE MA TTER EZS OH MY GO D

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louis.,

          the good memories were his favorite. he could talk about how harry used to teach him to bake or louis would try to teach harry how to paint all day long. he tried to forget the bad times–but sometimes they would wash over him like a wave. louis let out a loud belly laugh, “–clearly, a blanket is a blanket and a tapestry is thin and see through. you are absolutely crazy.” the male said, shaking his head. “i’ll never forget when i sent you to the store for a tapestry and you brought me a blanket.” he laughed, holding his tummy as he did so. those were the best times. louis blushed softly, “i mean, we’re trying to be friends now, right? we can hang out….you can come see my art and i can come see your fancy apartment.” he said, smirking. he didn’t know how well it was going to work in the beginning, but he hoped they could work their way back up to a great friendship. he smiled slightly as he took a picture of the color scheme of the office and turned back around, taking a deep breath, “so you obviously can tell there is a theme with them. they are all about you.” he whispered, not even caring to just let it all out there.            

              "they look the same though---! the only difference is that a tapestry is a shitty blanket, it’s practically a sheet... which is something you always wouldn’t accept as a tapestry.” a smile toying on his lips, he’s thankful that they’ve managed to build a positive rapport. he’s not sore how he’d be able to stomach a situation where they’re unable to do anything but fight, he couldn’t even handle it when they were dating. there was a pit in his stomach when they were referred to as ‘friends’, even though thats what they were now-- that’s all they can be. he just now knows that he’s not going to be able to face his boyfriend tonight; not when he realizes he’ll never care about him in the same way he cares about louis. “friends... yeah, definitely. i’d love to actually be able to go to one of your galleries and not have to just linger outside.” the smile turns into something sad, looking down at his feet for a moment. though his eyes whip right back to him at the mention of his own paintings, butterflies fluttering through his chest. “i-- i noticed after you named a series of paintings after the alcohol i used to drink all the time.”

hi

black girls made big hoops cool !!!

black girls made bamboo earrings cool !!!

black girls made the two braids (cornrows) going straight back cool !!!

black girls made the multiple braids going back (again, cornrows) cool !!!

black girls made bomber jackets cool !!!

black girls made the super long nails w/ crazy colors cool !!!

black girls made baby hair cool !!!

black girls made wigs cool !!!

black girls made weave cool !!!

bye

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louis.,

               there was a part of louis that felt absolutely sick to his stomach to think that he was in the room with someone he loved so much, yet someone who hurt him terribly. but it felt nice to be in a good place now. he shrugged his shoulders, “–it’s okay, you can forget about it now. it’s over.” he whispered, wishing he could reach out and touch his leg, try to comfort him a little bit, but there was no way he could do that. he looked around the office and nodded his head, chuckling, “oh i know you were never good at it, why do you think i did all of the decorating in our old apartment.” he said, rolling his eyes. it was true, louis just had an eye for interior design as well as art and things like that. harry pretty much relied on him for that when they moved in together. “–you were just good at cooking.” he said, smiling. when he spoke about the business party, louis was just standing up to look around the office and he slowly looked back at him, “i-i….uhm…i could do that. if you want me there, i will come and check the place out….” he said, his eyes sparkling for a second when he spoke about having his paintings, “–you have some?” he whispered, his heart swelling with happiness.

              no matter how much the boy across from him could try and tell him that it was in the past, that there was no use feeling bad about it now-- he was forever going to worry and hate himself for what he put him through. even when his heart raced when louis walked into the room several minutes ago, he knows that nothing could ever happen again; the other deserved more than him. besides, the male does have a boyfriend, not that he’s eager to tell his ex about him just yet. not when he’s just now getting him back into his life. “listen---! i tried my best, how was i supposed to know that there was a difference between tapestries and plain old blankets! they look the same to me!” a smile erupts on his lips, thankful to find one positive memory from their relationship to think about. “as long as you’re up for it, you’re always welcome.” standing up when he does, he’ll walk around to the other side of the desk, leaning against the edge as lou looks around the room. there’s a soft blush creeping up his neck at their words, reluctantly letting his eyes meet his. “why would i get rid of them? i always knew you were going to make it-- i... i even bought one of your pieces a few years ago at a show. i’ve always supported your art, you know that.”

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louis.,

              the apology was hard for louis to actually hear and accept. he had told himself over the years that he had forgiven harry but all the emotion was coming back and he had to take it all in, “–you were an amazing person, underneath all that, you were still the same harry i fell in love with when i was 17.” he whispered, knowing that it was completely true, “you know i forgive you.” he said, cracking a small, sad smile just to show him that it really was okay. it definitely was a tough time for the both of them but they pushed through that and they were at pretty good places in their lives. he flinched when he used “lou” and swallowed thickly, “i can….uhm…check out the spots and color schemes of the places you want them so i can match them up. but i…would have to see your apartment.” he whispered, not really wanting to go somewhere so private with the both of them. 

              oddly enough, the male hated the idea that louis forgave him so easily. what he did was terrible, there was no excuse for letting the addiction ruin his life and the other’s. his hand ran through his hair once more, a habit that was most definitely more comforting when his hair was longer. “except the person i was when i was seventeen would never of done that to you...” there’s shame in his voice as he looks down from the other’s eyes; he doesn’t think he’s ever going to stop feeling guilty for their past. clearing his throat, he taps the pen against the table a few times. “you-- you can look around here, where ever you’d like. i’ve always been terrible at interior design, you know that; you can decide where you’d like to put things.” the mention of how they’d have to go to his apartment, and the way he said it, caused a soft frown to take place on his lips... he’s thinking for a moment, eyes lighting up for a second when he comes up with a solution. “i’m... well... there’s this business party i’m throwing tomorrow night that you could come to if you’d like? it’s, it’ll probably be very boring for you-- mostly investors and wealthy clients, some business friends. but, i... uh-- i, still have some of the paintings you gave me way back hanging; and they’ve always been a hit. you could probably get some business too.”

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only 90′s kids will remember

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what the fuck is e.

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I am horrified that I recognise all of this how long have I been on this hell site

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               now, how many times has the other told him that he needs to start being careful? too many. yet, somehow cessair managed to spend his afternoon in the back of a cruiser, bruises lighting up the sides of his face. the cop whose handcuff’s he’s wearing is on the phone with someone, the only words the male catches are ‘idiot’ and ‘teenagers’— he would of caught more but that one song that’s on that jeep commercial on so he’s a little more into singing along than he is to following this guy’s conversations. it’s not long before the officer’s doing his paperwork and he’s sitting in central booking, twiddling with the stapler on his desk. cockiness drips from his every action— but this is cessair we’re talking to? did you expect anything else. he’s told that he’s got several hundred dollars worth in bail that’s needed before he can leave. it’s only a trespassing and vandalizing charge, he’s got that money and a lawyer that’ll get him out of it. nodding, he’s led to the pay phone. knowing the number off the top of his head he dials, a smirk on his lips when they answer the phone. “okay babe, guess where i am RIGHT now?”

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louis.,

            louis frowned, thinking about the last time they ran into each other and shook his head, “–i was already having a rough night that night, i had gotten dumped because i wasn’t over you yet….” he said, scoffing and looking up to meet his beautiful emerald eyes, “and then it was so ironic that i see you as soon as it happened. with someone all over you.” he whispered, shaking off the memory as a few chills ran down his arms. it was terrible to think about. as he looked over harry in his handsome suit and amazing physique, he felt happy that harry must be happy and living healthy. “well…uhm..anyway, about the paintings. do you have anything specific.” he whispered, trying to steer the conversation in a new direction, “–it can be whatever you choose.”

              "i’m--- i’m sorry.” his voice slightly cracked as the words escaped his lips; very rarely did the brunette ever admit fault for the things that he did. in this situation, however, it was the least that he felt he could do. “i wasn’t a good person at that point, especially not for you.” there was an uncomfortable atmosphere filling up the room around them; talking about their past isn’t a light subject... he should of known better than to continue talking about it. his hand fiddles with a pen from his desk, rolling it between his fingers. “you always knew what i liked lou-- louis.” there’s a grimace shown for a quick second, gone as soon as it came. “i was thinking something for the office? --and then something for my apartment too. you’d probably be better at figuring that stuff out than i am, you always were at least.”