#emxmonroe

[pearlwxnters]

♔√ "i love angst," i say quietly to myself

Send “♔” for an ANGRY text.

[text: kaa]: your 🐱 wasn’t the only thing sawyer’s murdered, sucks 2 be you[text: kaa]: i’d say it sucks 2 be jason but he’s not alive anymore lmfaooo awks!!!

Send “√” for a LONG WINDED CONFESSION text.

[text: kaa]: the truth is emilie i know exactly where he is. i know that he’s knitting, drinking cups of tea and having tepid chortles over terrible things. and i laugh myself to sleep knowing he doesn’t give enough of a shit about you to keep in touch

[milliganmemories]

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contact name: eminemringtone: defaultlast text: it kind of feels like you left when sawyer did

[absolutesort]

✖

She’s the sunlight filtering through the curtains and spilling a warm glow across the floorboards. She’s the sunlight catching in glass, scattering a rainbow of colours through the air. She’s moonlight glinting from the features of a masked silhouette, shrouded by darkness, yet illuminated by a pale, ethereal glow. She’s not as fragile as she seems. Look like the flower but be the serpent under it. 

She’s the shoulder of a sweater to spill mascara coated tears onto, knowing she’ll just smile and say ‘it’ll come out in the wash’. She’s a warm cup of cocoa with marshmallows and cream. She’s family photographs on windowsils in sepia, snowballs in hands and scarves round necks. She’s streaming netflix in your pyjamas, a pot of ice cream in your hands, your head in her lap, and the weight of the world just passing you by. She’s Eve in the garden of Eden, innocent, and lovely, yet curious. Perhaps, like Eve, her curiosity will be her downfall.

[milliganmemories]

♀$

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ text: em ]: i don’t get it. sometimes i think about it when i can’t sleep and i’m having a cigarette out of my window because it’s too quiet not to and he always said he loved the moon. i don’t get how you made him care so much. i would have ripped my heart straight out of my chest if sawyer asked me to. i would have bled out all over his hands just so he could paint his walls with it. all you had to do was smile and he loved you. he loved you so much. all i got was a shitty fucking letter in a biro that started running out at the end. 

[ text: em ]: he didn’t even say goodbye. not properly. he didn’t even care enough to give me that.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ text: em ]: don’t fucking text me again, elias. enjoy realising that the fact you’re such a life draining succubus fuck of a person has nothing to do with not being sober.

[sawtjames-blog]

what would it take for you to murder emilie

“Emilie’s one of the few people I couldn’t hurt. What makes you think I’m a murderer, anyway?”

[sawtjames-blog]

favorite people at atticus and why?

“I hate all of them except Emilie, most days. Everyone else is kind of an asshole. Reid gets included into this list because I’m making his life utter hell right now.”