#cruelety

[zomboye]

❝           THAT’S  ...      A DUMB,          question      ––      and i’m    not  ...      answering    it.           ❞           but now he has you    thinking    about it,     doesn’t he  ?

`   i .     @cruelety   /     ♡

[bloodyraw-blog1]

“     you look like shit.     ”      you don’t know what else to say,     not when you’re so unused to seeing him like this.     the first time you met him,    you thought he was emotionless.     later,    you learned you were wrong;     he definitely felt anger,    too much.     but you didn’t think he was capable of grief,     and definitely not to this extent.      but you can tell he’s been crying,    his eyes bloodshot,    swollen.    it makes you want to leave.      not becauseyou don’t care about him,     but because you don’t know how.     from what you’ve seen,     he’s not any good at letting people care.     

[ordinaryevil-blog]

thiam? uwu

hewwo yes thweo is wiam’s mwate !!!1! uwu

[eatpanic]

@cruelety​

             ❛    hey,   jackass.   nice parking job.   ❜    he stabs his finger in the direction of said parking job,    where the guy’s presumed fancy car is double-parked--   and also where he could’ve parked his jeep.   instead he had to loop around another one or five times to find a decent spot.    

[alphaled-archive-blog]

          @cruelety          /          ❛        can’t  we  just    STAY  HERE  ?    i  really  don’t  wanna  move.        ❜        more  like  :  she  doesn’t  want  to  go  back  to her    GOD - AWFUL    pack  full  of  misfits.  it’s  depressing  ,  if  anything.

[zomboye]

for posterity in case @cruelety tries to deny it again

[zomboye]

❝          I SAW YOUR  ...          mugshot.          how many  ?          people.          have you killed.          ❞

`   i .     @cruelety​    /     ♡

[zomboye]

RAIN IS NOT A FRIEND OF YOURS.          you hate the way it feels on your    dead skin,     and the way it makes your    clothes    cling to your frame when you stand out in it too long.          (          think he did it on    purpose.           think he left you in the rain as    punishment,     or to remind you that the    last    time you were in this garage,     the last conversation you had with him,     wasn’t    going to happen again.          )          woefully,      seated on the    designated stool    that he told you not to move from,     you    notice    something.          you notice that he’s man and you’re boy and you’ll never have the chance to    look    like that,      to grow into that.          to fill out or    build muscle    the way that your peers will,      or the way that your own    boyfriend    might when he’s that age.          cross your arms,     deepen your frown.          “          when’s the rain  ...     supposed to stop  ?          i still have homework  ...       and stuff,     to do.          ”

`   i .     @cruelety   /     ♡