#deathsomens

[bravity-a-blog]

——   ❛    LOOK   AT   THAT,    YOU   FIT   right   in.     if   i   didn’t   know   better,    i’d   say   you   belong   here.    ❜        /    @deathsomens

[peoniesaved-blog]

❝ you didn’t think you’d feel this way. ❞ samchel

MEME: RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCES.STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING. 

if not at home,    she’s at   peace  here,    amid the dankly echoing ceiling of the auditorium with her VOICE.    her concentration doesn’t drift to his footfalls padding across the stage,    she commands the individual notes to her whole BEING,    like existing inside them,     or like she’s made FOR THEM or out of them.    it’s melancholy,    and it pierces him with musing to whether she grieves for finn more or less today,    or if this was her method to sorting out their bustle around one another in the hall the other day with an exchange that had him worried they might kiss or confront what they had recently been avoiding like the plague.    since then,    he hasn’t properly closed his eyes without a flash of her expression in that moment ––––    expectant,    fearful    ?    and he hasn’t efficiently co - lead a practice without fumbling a football if she skipped past,    or there was a whiff of her conditioner ––––    peppermint,    melon    ?    it’s dark,    but she creates her own spotlight,    humming from within her,    and it awes him that she sings both for herself and the entire universe;    both like there isn’t another soul aside from her’s listening and the collective souls of an audience are gathered to weep for her as she weeps for finn,    or her capability to CEASE weeping for finn,    that there would be a day he would be a box of photographs and memories and an ache as an aftershock.    it moves sam as he hasn’t been moved before;    does she  FEEL  finn here on this stage    ?    after,    sam veered to this place,    where they lost afternoons,    but they have more GAIN than LOSS between them and these walls,    even if their most prominent loss was in every corner and outline within the heart of their treasured YOUTH.     when she’s done,    she cradles her porcelain chin into the fleece sweater of her shoulder,    though he rather it be his hand,    but the gym bag strapped between his fingers limits him from clearing the glitter of her tears.    without a word,    the DEPTH of their gazes are enough,    they gravitate,    and his nose lunges across hers to snip at the cotton web of her lips,    and they have their kiss from two days ago.    ❜     i knew i’d feel this way one day again ––– after mercedes.    i didn’t think it’d be YOU.   ❜   // @deathsomens

[vampbarbie-blog1]

ツ carisaac GO

send   “ツ”   for   an   EXCITED   text.

ISAAC   LAHEY    -   sms   →      guess   what ?

ISAAC   LAHEY    -   sms   →      i   finally   got   around   to   asking   my   mom   if   you   can   come   over   for   thanksgiving   and   SHE   SAID   YES   :-)

ISAAC   LAHEY   -   sms   →      what   do   you   know   about   baking   pies ?

[vampbarbie-blog1]

✉ carolena go

send   “✉”   for   a   text   that   WASN’T   SENT.

ELENA   GILBERT    -    sms   →      what’s   it   like   being   everyone’s   first   choice ?

[vampbarbie-blog1]

‘       why   don’t   you   just   hang   out   here ?      my   mom   is   working   the   night   shift,      she   won’t   be   home   for   a   while.          ‘

@deathsomens  :  isaac  lahey

[abysstic-blog]

‘      fuck’s  sake,      emma      -      just  TRY  IT  already.      it’s  not  going  to  kill  you.      ‘

@deathsomens  ;  emma  duval

[elitenumb-blog]

❝      look,      just  give  me  a  week.      you  get  to  know  me,      i  get  to  know  you.      if  you  still  don’t  want  me  around  after  that,      i  promise  you’ll  never  have  to  see  me  again.      ❞

@deathsomens  ;  katniss  everdeen

[imperey-blog]

❝        that’s    funny,        --------        ❞        head    tilts,        tone    remaining    calm        &        effortless,        monotone.        as    vision    averts    to    the    ground,        fingers    spread    out,        palms    being    flashed    to    the    floor’s    eye,        jaw    clenching,        control    conspicuous.        ❝        i    don’t    remember    compelling    you    to    feed    on        /    MY    /        casualties.        ❞

@deathsomens.