#facedfear

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@facedfear ------ BEVERLY MARSH / AND MAYBE I’LL LOVE YOU.

       there’s still a bit of that uneasy feeling in his gut, the one that knows what they’ve done and what they have to do, but it’s alleviated just a little when he sees her. there’s always been something so comforting about her to him where the rest of them always seemed to shake in their boots at the sight of her. the two of them have always held no hesitation in sharing cigarettes, in dancing together, and now is no exception. twenty seven years have passed, but it feels like they’re eleven again.        “bev,” richie says fondly, and he holds an arm out to her, taking her hand and spinning her in close. “why... it’s been far too long, my love.” his voice is low and confident.

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“ There. ”  he smiles, securing the colored rope around the girl’s wrist with a soft tug. “I know it’s not very pretty, but it’s only my first try.” 

 “So...what do you think? Have I mastered the art of the friendship bracelet?” 

[shezooms]

       ❛    you  new  around  here ?    ❜   she  casts  her  a  quick  side  glance  before  fixing  what’s  inside  her  locker  again.   did  this  school  get  a  new  student  every  year ?   ❛    good  luck  with  that  locker.   the  kid  who  had  it  before  used  to  just  bang  his  fist  to  open  it,  so  i’d  get  the  lock  checked  as  soon  as  possible  if  i  were  you.    ❜

@facedfear​   .   starter  call.

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starter call // @facedfear

Brilliant shades of P U R P L E and B L U E. It would be a G O R G E O U S sight if it didn’t have to T A I N T her skin with V I O L E N C E educed by C A R E L E S S guardian. What is R I G H T and what is W R O N G? If J A N E hurts H I M, is there a logical E X C U S E? Good god how she W A N T S to, “How about a walk?” Suggested C A R E F U L L Y and C O L L E C T, “Ice cream maybe. On me?”

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Send the 😈 if ya muse got a mothafuckin’ C R U S H // (ACCEPTING) - @facedfear

Composure S L I P S and pounding H E A R T beats to the sound of sonnets and achingly C H E E S Y love songs. She is at a standstill, the A F T E R S H O C K of the reveal leaving her W E A K in the K N E E S. They are mere I N C H E S from give. For she S U R R E N D E R S completely to V U L N E R A B L E emotions, “...Me too.” P I N K  cheeks B U R N with passion and excitement. Can I hold your hand?