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I need to leave. I can’t marry this place. I won’t bury the past. I just need a change of scenery. Independent RP blog. Tracking: somefuckedupkid

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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I MOVED!!

moved all my muses to one blog. 

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Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.

Princess Arianne Martell (via mihtrandir)

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I MISS RPING SO MUCH HELLO I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY OF YOU IN MONTHS HOW ARE YOU GUYS I MISS YOU I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU 

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       An uncontrollable tremble shook her frail form as more        and more whimpers fell from her petals and lines of red        raced down her porcelain skin. At this point there was no        holding back her cries or trying to stop it, the girl quickly        fell into the other’s chest, nuzzling herself into him as        if being buried into Alec would make the pain go away,        make the nightmares leave even though she’s in the        embrace of one of her nightmares.

                          This isn’t Alec, not the Alec Dahlia knows and loves,                           it’s an absolute stranger; they’re both strangers to                           each other at this point.

            Two different shades of blue their eyes wear than             what they did before, before it was shown in their             hues all the love held for each other now both are             very much hollow, just an iceberg sitting and             blocking from seeing any emotion behind them.             Dahlia’s facade — cracking, breaking away as each             minute passes, Alec’s facade —strong as ever. Her             fragile disposition, his aggressive. Everything has             changed,

               do they even know who they still are anymore?

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When she threw herself into his embrace, his arms were helpless for a second, hanging awkwardly at his sides. That heart of yours is turning into stone, sweet boy. I bet your father would be p r o u d. Because you're not a boy anymore, are you? No. You're a man. And a man doesn't flinch and he doesn't cry. He didn't notice that his body was shaking until he finally locked his arms around her thin frame, the only sounds surrounding them were Dahlia's soft whimpers and his rather unsteady breathing. 

                            Her body felt familiar and his hands ran up and down                             her back as if to remind him of all the times he'd held                             her and of all the times he'd kissed her. And then a                             broken sigh slipped past his lips as he squeezed her                             tighter, lips pressing a kiss upon her forehead before                             resting his chin on the top of her head. 

     "I don't... I don't know what is happening to me," he admitted,      the words sounding small and bitter in his tongue. Don't turn soft      now, boy. You were just starting to be brave, to be strong. We don't      wanna pay your father a visit, do we?  Alec's arms tightened around      her as the voices got louder, but all he could think about was the      bottle of vodka stashed in his car that would take all the bad thoughts      away. 

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Say Something by A Great Big World and Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran 

Makes me cry every time

I own nothing

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       Apparently Dahlia isn’t the only one whose changed        during their time apart, she’s the weak one now, Alec,        more aggressive. Who would of guessed they’d ever        switch roles. A sharp inhale was taken as her head        had been brought up and gaze landed on him, it was        practically impossible to stop the tears from gathering        up in her eyes, maybe before she could of taken it with        a stiff upper lip and would of tried to pull herself from        him but now the little ghost is oh so weak, even more        so than before. Mentally, physically — everything can set        her off now but instead of screaming and hitting like        she’d do before now it just comes in crimson liquid        pouring from her eyes.

                          —-It takes a minute for the doll to try and piece herself together                           to be able to spit out a sentence let alone a single word but the                           only thing audible is her tiny whimpers so instead a nod of her                           head was given in respond.

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"Stop that," he said, pressing his thumbs to her cheeks were her tears had fallen to wipe them away. "Stop crying."  Where are your tears, sweet one? Did you run out? He couldn't stand seeing her like this. She wasn't fighting back, wasn't telling him that he was being an asshole. Lately it seemed like the boy was torn into two completely different people. A part of him wanted to shake her until she said something, until she was herself again, but he also had this desperate urge to kiss her and hug her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. Enough with the lies, Alec. The girl has no pulse, and there's no way you can make things alright again. It's broken.

A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he planted a rather forceful kiss on her forehead. "No more tears, baby. Please." He tried to sound comforting, tried to hold her softly, but any trace of gentleness in his voice was almost inaudible.

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[ /has intense flashback to when Alec’s dad hit Dahlia ]

[ /starts picturing Alec as his dad ]

[ /cries about it ]

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if he turns into his dad he will literally jump off a cliff

he's aware that it's happening but he doesn't know how to stop it

lola HELP 

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all the dahlec feels are back and idk what to do with myself

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        Blue orbs quickly flicker upwards locking onto his gaze         for less than a second before turning back down. She         knows he’s mad at her, she’s been checking down,         watching his —surprisingly blood and cut-free hands         clench as she sat in silence. Incredible how the person         Dahlia has missed the most is now here in front of her,         within arms length yet she can’t find the strength to even         push out more than a single word which was supposed         to be. ❝—Sorry.❞ but due to it being caught in her throat         it only came out as ‘orry' along with another change of         focus to look at the boy.

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Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. That was your word, sweet Alec. Remember how it used to roll off your tongue with ease? Now it's choking you, clogging your windpipes. The little flower doesn't know you anymore. You're different. You're cold. You're c r a z y. His lips were compressed in a tight line, eyes bearing into her face as she looked away. "Please... look at me, Dahlia." His voice trailed off, trembling softly as he tried to hide his anger. She's not listening, Alec. She can't hear you. No one can hear you. He dashed forward, violently taking her face in his hands and forcing her to look at him. "Look at me!" he shouted. "I'm here. I'm here, Dahlia," he repeated, his fading into a whisper Can't you see me?"

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       The ghost will give a small shrug, eyes        fixated on the floor. Honestly, she doesn’t        know, she has no answer for him because        Dahlia herself is asking that same question.

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"Oh, so what you're not talking to me now?" The boy could feel his chest rise in anger. It was become more and more difficult for him to control it. Like father like son, little one. It was just a matter of time. His fists were clenched tightly as he met her gaze. "I haven't heard your voice in months and now you're not talking to me?"