#egoldworthy

[thebdesousa-blog]

✉ ⁇ $ ♀

✉ for a text that wasn’t sent:

Bianca: For the record I don’t find you repulsive. The night we almost kissed I chickened the fuck out and  I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was scared of what would come if it. I don’t know. Hooking up in any form is like second nature to me, but doing it with you just seems so weird. Not a bad weird ..if that makes any sense. There would just be too many feelings involved and I don’t do feelings. I’m fucked up. I know. The kiss not happening is all for the better. Trust me.

⁇ for a drunk text:

Bianca: Why are all guys such creeps? I know you’re a guy, but you’re not really. You’re jsut Eli. You don’t count. Bianca: I’m just gonna be celibate like you. Bianca: Wait can you still masteruabte when you’re celebate?Bianca: wait don’t answer thtBianca: wait but I need you to ansdwer that

$ for an accidental text:

Bianca: Well maybe I can come over and show you exactly what this mouth can do. I’ll wear that lacy number you like ;) Bianca: Oh. My bad. Clearly this wasn’t for you. Sup....?

♀ for a heartbreaking text:

Bianca: Can you please explain to me why the fuck I continue to do this to myself? What the hell did I do to deserve the shit I have to deal with? Please let me know. Because I can’t come up with anything besides the fact that I must’ve been Eva Braun in a past life and I’m now paying for everything I’ve done. And I know exactly what you’re going to say. “If you want out I’ll help you. You deserve better than this.” But you can’t and clearly I don’t. Every second I spend standing in front of Vince I’m thinking of ways to put an end to all this shit, but the only solution I can think of would put me in jail or worse. I just don’t know how much longer I can deal with this.Bianca: Please don’t reply to this. I’m not looking for answers or any sort of pity/comfort. I just needed to rant. I’ll in over in a few. I just need to clear my head.

[clarethecapulet-blog]

moodboard: egoldworthy

I've got a bad boy and that's alright with me.                 && when he needs an alibi, he can use me all night. What's the fun in playing it safe? Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong. I'll light a candle for good luck. Now, come on baby, let's-

[hurthimself-blog]

&. egoldworthy

          SUFFOCATION was all campbell felt beneath the collar of his dress shirt, his hands kept lifting to tug at the tie, trying to subtly LOOSEN IT without his mother noticing. his siblings seemed to be fine with the usual dress code for church, but cam could feel it become a bigger burden as each week went by. of course, his father was in front. being the pastor’s son, a lot was EXPECTED out of cam. while he was required to PAY ATTENTION during church, he found himself zoning out most of the time. however, on this particular day, when his dad was up and preaching something about how sinful it was to be GAY, cam found himself to be in one of the most uncomfortable situations. he was between his mom and his sister, who were both AGREEING with the speech. the boy gave it about TWO MINUTES before he had to excuse himself, telling his mother that he had to use the restroom and that it was some kind of EMERGENCY. she, of course, let him go, but he could feel his dad’s gaze burning into his back as he walked away. 

          cam could already breathe easier when he walked outside, making his way to the BACK of the building as he untied the tie around his neck. leaning back against the wall, he shut his eyes and let his head fall back for a moment, figuring he could take a few minutes to himself to RELAX before he had to go back inside. there was nothing he wanted more than to ESCAPE at that moment, and he could have, but he would have been yelled at when he got home. that’s why he planned on returning to his seat. but, first, the boy let his body drop, sitting back against the wall while he kept his eyes shut.