#amelia starter

[dontwriteyourselfoffyet-blog1]

“What are you going on about over there?” She asked swallowing her alcohol. He were trying to talk to her about something but she missed half of it. It had been a long day and she’d honestly have a fucking enough of all the shit. The girl was damn well and tired. Mostly, she just wanted to forget the whole thing. But he couldn’t seem to let sleeping dogs lie. With a sigh, Amelia kicked off her heels. “Cause you could start from the beginning again or you could just forget it and that you ever met me. I mean not like I’m really your sister.” 

[nevergotitright-blog1]

This place was sketchy at best. That was really the only word that came to Amelia’s mind when she looked at the outside of the old bookstore. The chime of the bell as she entered didn’t make it any better. But she wasn’t here to read. This place was a cover for a sex den. But the girls were kept a secret. Never allowed to show there faces. She hadn’t been here before but she felt this need to be fucked by a stranger. Maybe that was what had brought her here. Everything was a blur as she followed the way to the back. She found an open booth and locked herself inside. She stripped naked like she was supposed to and laid on the table. Her waist sliding through the hole. It left her lower body exposed to whoever wanted to use her for their own dirty desires. Though she was hopefully that no one would recognize the tattoo of a rose running down her left hip.

[waldorfs1x1-blog]

Having a functional alcoholic for a mother gives me plenty of excellent stand-up comedy material. If only I wasn’t an artist with zero interest in performing, I could actually put some use to this annoying shit that keeps raining on me. 

Shit rain. That would be a really cool band name. 

Also, I’m single again. Because i just walked in on my mom fucking my boyfriend. Again.

[nevergotitright-blog1]

“Don’t look at me like that. You know you want to join me on the bed.” A grin played on Amelia’s lip as she chuckled at the guy standing at the foot of his own bed. Those eyes watching her for a long moment like they were trying to figure out what she wanted from him.

[nevergotitright-blog1]

“I hate you…” The brunette choked out somewhere between her tears and her rage. She didn’t even know what to feel anymore. Everything felt wrong and she was just tired of every second of it. It was driving her slowly insane and she was cracking under the pressure. “Only a fucking asshole toys with someone’s heart like this when they are already fucking broken. So, you can go fuck yourself, you giant douche bag.”

[oppulcnce]

“Am I horrible? Some ugly troll? Does my personality suck? Because why is it that I’m always fucked over in some way? Why is it....Why is it never me?”

[antoniwrites]

open | amelia

to a fellow witch

“have you been to that shop yet? it’s owned by cordelia, another witch. these trying times, we must support one another.”