「 ✧.:°｡ melancholic hues 」

the G O O D old days, the honest man; the restless heart, the promised land a subtle kiss that no one sees; a B R O K E N W R I ST & a big trapeze well I D O N' T MIND, if you don't mind 'cause I don't shine if you don't shine before you go, CAN YOU READ MY MIND? SELECTIVE. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5487818"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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[maesterpieces-blog]

benzofrps:

he used to babysit me and i’d tell him to make me his gf but he said i was too young, now i’m older and hot af and he wants me but he can’t have me plot

[wickedlvst]

skylinc :

inkskinned :

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

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heath.

    he knew exactly who was behind him as he felt the tap on his shoulder & only moments later she was sitting just inches away from him — already probing him with questions. “ hi. ” he responded with a rather flat tone. it was hard to believe she continued to find him in every situation, it was like he couldn’t avoid her no matter where he went. “ a drink. ” a smirk played on his lips as he gave the most ridiculous response to her question. it’s not like she was the worst person he’d ever encountered, but he just didn’t understand why she was always seeking him out. 

  perhaps it seemed like leia was on the hunt for him, always turning up wherever he was; it wasn’t the case, though, they were pure coincidences ( that she liked ). wasn’t oblivious to the other’s tendencies, nor was she dumb enough not to pick up on displeased behavior coming from anyone; still, she didn’t it’s evident that he didn’t want her around, for whatever reason, given the flat tone & dry attitude she dealt with from the get go, “ no shit, “ with that, hazel hues roll into the back of her head & words carelessly dip into mockery, “ what are the components of your drink, mr. archer? “

[flawlessel]

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ngl halsey n g eazy r kinda cute 2gether

[bluearrow126]

Wow i’m dead

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someone stop me from adding more muses

[arnbrosiaarchive]

you snorted coke off my tits and fucked me in the bathroom at a party last weekend and here I am … sitting in the front row of your classroom on the first day of your course …

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 bennett.

  alcohol alone is enough to fuel any fire, feeling as if he were engulfed by flames the moment her lips meet his own. he’s mesmerized, held captive by soft petals as crystal hues flicker over the femme. she’s beautiful, though he’s been aware of this since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. times like these he wished he didn’t need the bid of liquid courage to act on his impulses, grinning against her lips as they met once again. euphoria washes over him, pulse racing beneath porcelain skin. “i think i like that too,” sultry undertones linger in his voice, breath hitched in his throat as her lips graze against his. he’s desperate for more, hands roaming towards her waist as he guides her onto his lip. “what about this?” mischief flickering in cerulean orbs as soft petals begin the journey down her jaw, leaving gentle kisses in their path. 

  stolen kisses that lead to nothing or something more weren’t new to valerie, but the feelings he was inducing certainly were. far too distracted to dwell on them, though, the brunette’s lips are moving against his as large hands fixate upon her small waist. dainty hands rake through soft curls, innocent smile pairing with batting eyelashes & it’s almost surprising how gentle he’s being with her. heart rate picks up, the softest of content sighs emitting from her as fragile eyelids flutter shut, “ like it a lot... “ voice is slightly hushed, lust laced & prominent within short sentences, “ your lips feel like heaven. “ any slim chances of putting a stop to reckless, consequence heavy actions were practically nonexistent now, all that occupied her mind was how to get closer & closer to him.

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sunny.

she shouldn’t be surprised the blonde looks exquisite, even had she just crawled out of bed. she also shouldn’t gawk, but the loose fabric leaves remnants of the porcelain skin beneath. though this isn’t the time, feigning a smile as she should show some decency. “my hero,” voice altering in an attempt to sound peppy. she owes her that much, incapable of expressing proper emotions as she follows the other down the familiar path. “i know,” she mutters, mind shifting to lighter days spent within the same four walls. “i appreciate i though,” taking a seat at the table she opts to ignore the elephant in the room. she’s aware of how strange her actions are, how uninvited she truly is. “so how have you been?” the words dance off her tongue as a common courtesy, uncertain she’s ready for any repercussions it may hold. 

    “ you better, you know how seriously i take my coffee game, “ there’s a playful wink alongside a chuckle coming from her & for a split second, it’s almost as if nothing happened. sunny looks as beautiful as the day she left her, perhaps even more so & it’s agonizing, having to look at the perfect features she spent nights ( & mornings ) appreciating. passing the other her mug, elbows rest upon the kitchen counter, “ great, apart from the fact that i’ve got finals coming up soon. “  toying with the necklace that sunny got her back in the day, dainty fingers are restless, desperate for a distraction as she finally speaks up again, “ what about you? feels like it’s been years. “