#dismalisms

[bellefolies]

     ── ( ♡ ) : starter for @dismalisms​ , GIRLS !

              ‘      one  moment  i  was  tearing  off  your  blouse,  now  you’re  living  in  my  house    ...     what  happened  to  just  messing  around      ?       i  know  you’re  looking  for  SALVATION  in  a  secular  age,  but  babe,  i’m  not  your  savior.    ’    

[bellefolies]

     ── ( ♡ ) : starter for @dismalisms​ , YOU DON’T OWN ME !

              ‘      you  don’t  OWN  me   ...    i’m  not  one  of  your  many  toys   ;   don’t  say  i  can’t  go  with  other  boys.  don’t  tell  me  what  to  do,  don’t  tell  me  what  to  say     &    when  i  go  out  with  you,  don’t  put  me  on   d i s p l a y.     ’    

[monstrovs-a-blog]

( @dismalisms )

     ❝I don’t know about YOU, but I’m bored and  s t a r v i n g.❞

[regrettablytheirs-blog]

undcnied replied to your post “hey can u lmk what you think of my new theme and all that jazz?”

im loving the colours !! xx

dismalisms replied to your post “hey can u lmk what you think of my new theme and all that jazz?”

it's very cute bb

ahhh thank u guys so much!!!

[foulmouthpiece-moved-blog]

     “I made things. For you.” In truth, these treats are just excess. Things she didn’t have room for in her pantry that she thinks will taste better dressed up with dishonest, yet well-meaning airs.  “This is, mm.” Millie shuffles through the paper bag of foodstuffs. “Banana bread. And red currant jam. Aaand, oatmeal cream cookies. And other things not made by me -- just fun to have. Marshmallows and things.”

     “I thought since you helped me I’d -- do things. In return.” She fumbles for words; a way to tie this gawky favor together. “I don’t have much money, but I have lots of flour.”

@dismalisms liked this for a starter !!

[discourd-blog]

THE TALL MAN lays flat-faced on the concrete, not a passerby giving him a second glance. it’s almost as if he’s BLENDED IN with the city’s surroundings; he’s nothing, just another one of those kinds. truth is, he’d been MUGGED. pockets empty save for his CIGARETTES. jude doesn’t make a sound, he doesn’t groan. instead, the next person he hears walk passed him, he GRABS THEIR LEG with weak fingers, a silent plea. help. 

@dismalisms !