#foolheartedly

[dawnedevil-blog]

‘  if  anyone  wants  me  i’ll  be  in  the  dirt  thinking  about  love .  ’

* / @foolheartedly.  popular text post starters / na.  

  ❛   foggy. i know marcy is in a mood right now, but i need you to go through these papers. i can’t hear words on a file. ❜     face foreword with cane in hand he walks across the room and gives his fellow avocado a pat on the shoulder.             ❛ c’mon   mr. nelson.  we got a case.   ❜

[feartranscended]

⁂ c:

Meme: Accepting@foolheartedly

“Foggy no!” he screams as the gun is aimed and the trigger is pulled. But when the gun goes off, the inevitable punch of the bullet never finds Foggy. Only hands firmly gripping his biceps. Maybe–he might think–maybe Matt had been fast enough to get them both out of the way. Though potential thought would be in vain. Because the bullet had found Matt’s back. Found the one spot that wouldn’t save him. He lets out a shaky breath and holds in a cough. Thank god Foggy can’t smell copper in the air like he can, but he knows once his friend opens his eyes, he’ll see the blood. 

Hands move up over shoulders and cups Foggy’s face. “Hey... hey....” already he’s trying to calm him.

[noheroiine]

&  @foolheartedly​

         desk   is   a   mess   of   case   files   and   photos   ---------   people   in   various   states   of   undress   peek  back   from   their   shiny   surface,   as   if   awaiting   divine   punishment.   immortalised   in   flagrante   delicto.   to   the   left,   barely   visible,   a   picture   of   a   blurry   figure   in   a   suit   scaling   a   building.   her   chest   aches   whenever   she   looks   at   it,   so   she   doesn’t.   refuses   to.   jess   is   reclining   on   her   chair,   bottle   of   cheap   bottom   shelf   whiskey   in   hand   when   the   door   opens.   she   doesn’t   care.   nothing   has   been   making   a   lot   of   sense   lately,   with   the   cavernous   chasm   opened   in   her   chest,   pulsing   and   empty.   if   she   closes   her   eyes,   she   can   still   see   her   mother’s   blood   on   her   hands;   so   she   doesn’t   sleep.   hasn’t   been   sleeping   more   than   a   couple   hours   for   weeks   now.   it’s   only   when   the   smell   of   cologne   hits   her   nose   that   sorrel   hues   shift,   and   with   that   move,   the   raise   of   an   eyebrow.

       “   before   you   open   your   mouth,   nelson.   tell   hogarth   i   give   zero   fucks   about   what   she   wants.   i’m   done   with   her.   ”

[spinsaweb]

“britney spears is the hero millennials need”

“Do you know what a millennial is?”

[terrifiesthem]

❛ look , i gave up trying to go back a long time ago . ❜

random starters from “undertale” pt 1. ( @foolheartedly ! )

❛ we ain’t all as FORTUNATE as you, lawyer boy. some of us --- we can’t escape it. the past. haunts us. so FORGIVE ME if i can’t let shit go as easily as you. ❜

[wholeheartedly-foreverfaithful]

Wishful, hopeful thinking