love me in whatever way

*.:｡「 i know that there could be something for you and me. what's your philosophy ? you're scared, scared. oh darlin', it's in the way you want me. you can see the answers are all there. 」 var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5449245"; 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+"&m=0&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[inonesingleline]

[neverlandswriter]

the world demanded hate from her, and so hate she gave.

she wore hatred like a shield & a sword // k.s. (via senmitsuji)

[sliidcs]

*.:｡「 isaiah. 」

◦ — ❛ 「 based. 」

          ‘ you can’t keep showing up to these events plastered . ’ isaiah’s blood ran hot through his veins, though you’d never know from the apathetic stare blanketing his face. he ever so subtely checked the leather watch strapped just a tad too tight on his wrist, confirming what he already knew – she was late, again, by the better part of an hour. ‘ better late than never isn’t always true, you know. especially when you reek of cheap alcohol. ’ he lectured, voice just above a whisper as he greeted guests with the tightest of smiles, the kind that never reached his eyes. his father had stressed how important it was that the gala at the hotel tonight ran smoothly, what with it being isaiah’s first official event as ( the wyatt’s ) new hotelier. and as if that wasn’t proving to be difficult enough, he now had his destructive mess of a wife to babysit. 

         a harsh scoff escaped the inebriated brunette’s lips as her husband's words resonated in her ears. ‘ right. like i could handle another stuffy party like this sober. ’  calliope’s eyes trailed her surroundings, spite coursing through her veins. she was all too familiar with parties like this — fake people with fake smiles plastered on their faces as they pretended to have a good time. callie couldn’t believe she’s become one of them. she skillfully reached past her husband, grabbing a champagne flute and downing the bubbly liquid before the caterer even had a chance to walk away. ‘ careful, isaiah. can’t get too mad at your wife in front of all these people, now can you ? ’ she smirked, sarcasm dripping off her every word. ‘ can you direct me to the bar, please ? i’m empty. ’ calliope shook the vacant champagne glass in his face, emphasizing her point. 

[holyfuckselenita]