#bh:start

[rcmik]

💬 sms to open.

REMIK: on a scale of 1-10.... how likely r u to agree to a hook-up w me rn

REMIK: be honest w me so i can resort to other options if necessary, thanks

[bxshful-blog1]

SWIPING a wet tongue over dry and parted lips, thomas’ eyes feasted on the drawing his articulate hand was currently working on, almost watering as he kept them open as long as he could handle, only blinking if he absolutely had to. grey graphite was smudged on his fingers due to his hand smearing the fine lines to soften them, his back hunched and glasses perched on the tip of his nose ( not bothering to push them up, knowing they’d only fall back down again ) as he bent over his sketchbook. 

he was so focused that the library felt empty. any talk that was happening only sounded like a minor buzz as it was drowned in perfect arpeggios performed in one of mozart’s symphonies ( number 40, to be specific ) that was playing through plastic ear buds. 

it was no surprise that when the person who had decided to join him in the vacated area of the library SLAMMED down their books- he jumped. he gasped the word “shit!” under his breath as his pencil sharply gliding in the wrong direction, eyes flickering up as he yanked his headphones out with his other hand. “- dude, you scared me” he panted, eyes bulging from his head, trying his best not to look down at his defaced work, quickly shutting the sketchbook so they too couldn’t see. 

[gruves-blog1]

NEW MESSAGE TO... OPEN

CAITLIN: someone told me today i look like an elf

CAITLIN: is that a compliment?

[beendying-blog]

TEXT TO → OPEN

LOU: you know i love my job

LOU: but when the kid asks me if i'm a boy or a girl, it's a little less fun

LOU: like how do i tell a child that the gender binary was created to oppress us all and should be destroyed

[flawless-nyx-blog]

Text: Open

Nyx: Did you know pigs eat dead bodies?

Nyx: I saw it happen..

Nyx: j/k

[phoebe-clarke-blog1]

text: open

Phoebe: it's father's day... wanna get fucked up??

Phoebe: this is more of a need than a want tbh

[envics-blog]

he was a nervous man, perhaps too nervous for his own good. hands shook unwillingly as he pulled the lighter from his pocket to light the cigarette he held between his lips, but really, he knew that wasn't why he kept it there. he panicked, and dropped it, of course, at the feet of a presumed stranger. ❛ fuck ——— shit. ❜ he caught himself cussing, and stopped himself. he looked up & muttered a quick apology.

[seblvcroix-blog]

Sebastian woke up to the repetitive sound of his alarm clock, resisting the temptation to throw the bastard thing at the wall he clambered out of his bed and made his way into the kitchen where his coffee machine had already poured a satisfying black liquid. He poured the liquid into his favourite mug and added cream and sugar. He needed to fuel this addiction before he could carry on with his day. 

He donned his gym gear next. Putting his earphones in and click play on his favourite workout playlist, he made his way out of his apartment and started jogging in the direction of the gym. 

He was in the zone, running to the beat of music that pounded in his ears. Further down the road he saw a collection of police cars accompanied by a   cacophony of sirens. They’d pulled over and seemed to be questioning an individual. Sebastian approached, not being able to look away.. 

“Oh? what’s going on then?” Sebastian questioned- the person he saw looked oddly familiar.