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[kingofdisrepute]

( text from Beverly) I stole your black sweatshirt, you left it at work so I'm wearing it. It's half the size on me, if you want it back you'll have to rip it from my cold dead hands

[ txt: Bev 💯 ] Oh man, I was wondering where that went [ txt: Bev 💯 ] You thief! That's so unfair. Fine, I'll steal your cool red leather jacket. And probably tear it trying to fit into it. Take that 😎

[xfhxnris]

text to 💍

Henri: You seem upset.

Henri: And I get that, really.

Henri: But my trip really gave me some perspective on things, Nate.

Henri: Could I see you?

[blccpnthrr]

[ 📱 @smokcshow ] ‘Ey. Checking in on you before NXT tonight.

[ 📱 Liz-O ] Can you believe it’s already the 3rd on the east coast? June kicked the door in and said, “Save me a plate, G.”

[ 📱 Liz-O ] Let me tell you, Vegas has been blazing---already regretting how this summer could end up---and there’s been an excessive heat warning already issued for Thursday. The complex’s HVAC system has been pushing through. Casinos are opening on the 4th. That... should be interesting. 

[ 📱 Liz-O ] How have you been? 

[blccpnthrr]

[ 📱 @smokcshow ] Hey. Hi. [ 📱 Liz-O ] I’m just going to start off by saying that I truly apologize to you for not being around. For disappearing. [ 📱 Liz-O ] I didn’t ghost you, I wouldn’t ghost you. [ 📱 Liz-O ] That shit’s disrespectful and I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t do that. [ 📱 Liz-O ] I hid from everyone, truthfully. Sometimes my mind flips into overdrive and I’ve got to clear my head and that means not... talking. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Whether that’s proper or not. [ 📱 Liz-O ] I was so desperate to poof into the background after SmackDown I spent an extra night in Detroit, ahaa. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Gambled a bit at one of their casinos but I kept to myself. Only person I texted was my mom. Didn’t want her to worry. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Thought about hitting Chicago before Hartford but... short notice. And I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. The introverted side of me would’ve taken over. Introvert E’s not the fun one. I’m withdrawn more than anything.  [ 📱 Liz-O ] I should’ve texted you. Called you. Reached out. Said something. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Every time I tried to, I... felt like I missed the boat. [ 📱 Liz-O ] And I’m sorry. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Have you received your Christmas gift yet? Not to spoil anything, but I got you a fuzzy friend. He needed a great home and I knew of one. If he hasn’t shown up at your doorstep yet, he should be there by tomorrow. [ 📱 Liz-O ] This is a lot of pinging on your phone from me after I dipped so I’ll step to the side. [ 📱 Liz-O ] I hope to hear from you when you’re ready. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Happy New Year’s Eve Eve.

[blccpnthrr]

[ 📱 @smokcshow ] Were you serious last night about applying the baby oil? [ 📱 Liz-O ] My answer’s yes.  [ 📱 Liz-O ] Even if you weren’t serious. [ 📱 Liz-O ] It’s still yes.

[blccpnthrr]

[ 📱 @smokcshow ] Whaddup, whaddup? I got to Chi-town, doll. I’ll be here until Monday morning---Chicago to RAW in Greenville’s a two-hour nonstop flight, so flying here was a benefit to me in the run of things. That will give you and I plenty of time for... that coffee you said you’d brew for me. That hot, steamy cup of lush coffee. Can coffee be lush? Erm... so, yeah, I’m here, and my mans’s already acting out since I walked up in his place so I might have to strong-arm him to get my paper. At 12:16AM acting a damn fool. Some shit right there. He needs to take his old ass to sleep and run me my check in the morning. I’m mostly joking but he is stalling. I’m too tired to fight at the moment, the pullout couch should be just fine for Zs catching and drowning him out. [ 📱 Liz-O ] Sweet dreams, Elizabeth. I'll talk to you. 

[iinterfectrix-a-blog]

@iindiscriminate from x

[ text to: Darling ] be careful, dear, your ego is showing. [ text to: Darling ] but aren’t we all?

           thin fingers tapped against the backlit phone in his hands, prismatic gaze flirting with each and every english-written word. it was hard to type on that precarious, little keypad with his claws the length they were. but, ah, such was life— no?

[ text to: Darling ] imagine if you were to write a poem in blood. [ text to: Darling ] shame that it wouldn’t last very long.

[ text :: handsome ] if my ego wasn’t showing, how would people know how amazing i am? [ text :: handsome ] i think i could do it. i’ve seen some blood stains that last for a LONG time. [ text :: handsome ] besides, imagine making a mural on my wall of poetry in blood...

            a pause as she imagines ---- and then it hits her.

[ text :: handsome ] oh. i just realized why it wouldn’t last long. [ text :: handsome ] let me have my poetry mural :(