#alcohol:tw

[ivehurtpeople]

@devilsmenu​

"You made this for me?" He says in that cautious and semi suspicious tone. The one that wonders why he's being buttered up. "If you're tryin to score brownie points... it may work." He takes the drink in hand. "If it's good, that is." He jokes before giving her a thankful nod while bringing it to his lips and taking a generous sample. "Alright.. that's not bad."

[ivehurtpeople]

Logan muse (ISTP) via Frank James.

[mage-of-markarth]

You know it’s Christmas when the hood squirty cream comes out to top off the baileys coffee.

[mixofmuses]

[wakefieldshqinfo]

Alyssa was buzzing.  She had screwed up and she knew it.  She succomed to the peer pressure and the alcohol and had a drink, and another and another, until she couldn’t even remember where she was or how she got their.  But yet, she was still able to remember that what she was doing was wrong.  So here she was, as drunk as a skunk and banging on someones door room door, half naked.

[fcrebcde-blog]

I WANT THE K!!!

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

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@cravn

21: Then there’s tongue

they probably shouldn’t be doing this, they probably shouldn’t be pressed against each other in a dimly lit room ( that was not their own ), garbage music buzzing along the walls, the smell of tobacco lining the air & the taste of booze dressing their lips- it all points to stereotypical high school troupe of shame, a night that shouldn’t be spoken of, best forgotten- 

teenage regrets. 

she didn’t want to be one of his, or vice versa.

but she couldn’t pull away, or rather, wouldn’t.

the tequila that curled over her tongue could only be the lethal concoction that josh had drunk but a few short hours ago, for he was all slurred sentences & fumbling palms that tried to find proper hold over her hips spelled out a dangerous nature of nervous hands & unsure thoughts.

was she coherent enough to pull away?  she isn’t sure, doesn’t really want to know the answer when it is her chest pressing to his own, when it is her palm cupping the back of his neck if only to pull him closer, deepen this….  whatever you could call it.

but she’s scared, not necessarily to be his high school regret.  

but to be his easy distraction.

[firehouselight]

im sorry i get talkative after i've had a couple glasses of wine it's the only time im not crushed by the feeling that im annoying everyone see we are all insecure people shuffling around debating whether to send each other messages ahahaha how does anything in this world get done ever wow

[firehouselight]

Apparently it's Draw Hermann Gottlieb night but both hermann and I are too drunk for this shit