#feraals

[painfulhilariousa]

do i look like a fitbit?

@feraals​ said:    ‘  i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car.  ’

                ‘sweet, so you’re already in your car?  wanna come over?’

[painfulhilariousa]

                ‘mum said it’s my turn on the wii, elise.’ and in his hand, it’s true, plain as day --- a phone screen with texts from none other than the lottie ryder on it. agreeing, if not ever so passively and with total annoyance leaking through the subtext of minutes worth of texts to scroll through, that it was indeed danny’s turn on the wii. ‘if i knew you were gonna take over the whole thing i’d have bought more two player games.’

@feraals liked for a cute little thing

[nitebit-a]

@feraals​  !

‘ want some? ’ she has carefully cut up four lines of cocaine, two for her and two for her friend. if she dares! ‘ it’ll make your teeth go numb. it’s good shit. some pure shit. ’ head cocks to the side as she raises a single brow, daring her to take the straw from her fingers. 

[bledthrice-moved]

@feraals

“Your hair is beautiful!” Ferrus is absolutely wasted, so being in the city isn’t bothering him too much. “Are you even of age? Aw hell—what do I care? S’not like I’m totally innocent either.” 

[shitspirits-blog]

“i’m sorry. i’m not in a very good mood right now.”

YOU’RE AWFUL QUIET

                “  well maybe it isn’t always about you, elise. maybe sometimes it’s about me carrying the team CONSTANTLY and maybe i’m getting pretty sick of it.  ”   she shakes her head like elise can see and takes a hold of the headset’s mic, breathing heavily.   “  maybe it’s time i log out for GOOD.  ”

[toprovoke-blog]

danny snorts cheeto dust and pretends to be high

like honestly? The fact that you would come onto my blog and say something so outrageous but so true is disrespectful. downright disrespectful

[toprovoke-blog]

@feraals         ❤

                 “  try me, bitch. i’m serious this time. i’m prepared.  ”

[vairuler]

‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’

｡ﾟﾟ          CURLING    CORNERS     OF     POLISHED     CERISE    ;         THE     TINT     OF     SELF   -   AMUSE  .         it     becomes     woven     in    her     cells      /        stitched     into     every     edge     of     that     𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬     pantheon    ;         her      body  .                     locks     undulate     in     fond     breeze       ,         porting     that     incense     of     eglatine       &         briar     amidst     zephyr         —–     —-     –         ah  .                   its      close     embrace     welcomes     the     subtle     scent     of     sweet     metal  .                   of     copper  .                    of     iron  .                    𝐨𝐟     𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝  .                    ❛            we      would     name     that     justice       ,         revenge       ,         defense  .         ❜ 

she     could     outfreeze     the     breath     of     skadi  .                     something      in     this     gaze     solidifies       ,         altering     to     arctic      tinge  .                 pupils     ‘pon     pupils       ;       a     non   -   verbal     connection  .                      ❛            but     i     suppose     everyone     can     wield     that     same      language       ,         no       ?                  keep     telling     yourself      that      after     the     next     kill       &         the     next      kill        …..         you      will     become     a     victim     of     your     own     brainwashing  .         ❜

growling     suggestion .      𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠      ♡      .    .     .  !