#gcingtofuck

[munroes]

       ❛   sure i can assist.   ❜   he had no qualms with helping her with the dress zipper: it’s not his fault she didn’t specify in which direction.   so, hands will go to the liberty of tucking her blonde tresses in front of her shoulders, before adept fingertips take hold of the zipper, coursing it down the length of teeth so it unravels once more.   ❛   better ?   ❜   he chides, only relieved she isn’t facing him so glinting mischief in gaze can’t be seen.

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[goldcnheart-blog]

       it had been forty five minutes she’d locked herself within the bathroom. tissue ferociously dotting against wetted cheek as the young female remains hidden from the crowds. refusing to show her weakness, emily vividly remembers the last encounter with the deceased. gun quivering before her face, questions flying back and forth followed by false accusations. she watched him take off out the door; heroic and courageous, something she wouldn’t expect anything less of. it had been a week since her life ended, since the broken shatters into several pieces. emily reminds herself of the last moments, she reminds herself that she could have been the one in the casket and she begins to wonder why she’s even there. lifting her gaze, emily looks within the mirror as puffy bloodshot gaze peers back. a stray tear is quickly dotted up by tissue, silver glinting back as chain jingles to capture her attention. 

                 a bracelet matt gave to her; she loses it once more. 

       his face haunts her dreams and even within vivid nightmares, he’s always there in the shadows. emily hears the growling, ripping of jagged teeth and she can only lead up assumption to what happened to her boyfriend. woulda ( coulda ) shouldas seem to creep up within the wandering dwellings of a darkened mind. what if she could have saved him, what if she went back into the mine. there were a lot of what ifs surrounding the situation and the young survivor begins to regret her decision of coming to mike’s funeral. maybe, she could sneak out without anyone noticing her being there. it was an hour before ceremony, who else would be there now. 

                      fingertips press to the door and she takes a breath; open. 

       the halls were quiet, not a soul in sight between her and the door at the end of the passage. heels lightly click against tile, light sniffles stifled within a lingering tissue as she passes each closed door room, quickly. one remains open, she begs herself not to look into in out of fear. going against her common sense, mocha hues peer into the room as she passes to see a young woman. recognizable, long blonde hair and petite within her stance; though she looks damaged. she stops, heart heavy and sinking because emily is aware of exactly who it was. the ashes of a friendship blown away by the guilt of a simple prank that got them all into this. she pleads with herself not to interrupt, she could still make an easy getaway; vanish. 

                                                     but she can’t. 

                          ❛ Didn’t think anyone else would be here this early. ❜

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[sheepsuiit-blog]

@gcingtofuck.

        “Alright, take it easy, love--” 

Hands come up, both in an attempt to steady her and to show that he doesn’t mean her any harm. She looks like she’s just suffered one hell of a fright and, well-- that’s sort of his fault, isn’t it? 

              “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just move too quiet is all. Sorry.” 

[munroes]

       ❛ can i open my eyes yet? ❜ timbre of his voice carries an obnoxious undertone to it, akin to a child’s ‘ are we there yet? ‘ when patience dwindles. and boy, has his patience worn thin. he has no doubt her halloween make-up will look stupendous, but was it really worth the wait? it only reminded him that he was next to face the palette: meaning double the time he’d already waited, as well as incessant orders for him to stop fidgeting. sitting still was not his forte: he’d be sure to ask for a pee break once she’d finished painting her countenance. ❛ c’mon, jess, i’m sure you’re done every little detail by now — i’m dying to see. ❜ the drawl holds a playful sarcasm to it: but seriously. hurry up.

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[munroes]

[text] i am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

( text → my lady ) ... babe. just eat cupcakes WITH alcohol.( text → my lady ) preferrably with me around to sample them (-:         ** 3 minutes later. **( text → my lady ) HOLY SHIT. 😍 #goals.( link attached. open? )

[clawedcrcwn-blog]

[text]: I AM SUCH A BETTER PERSON ON DRUGS

TEXTS    status -- accepting 

( text: just my sister )  excuse me?????( text: just my sister )  THAT BETTER NOT MEAN YOU’RE ON DRUGS( text: just my sister )  i stg julie if ur high rn 

[clawedcrcwn-blog]

[Text]:THEY KILLED HIM. THEY KILLED HIM WHAT THEF UCK THIS SHOW IS SO HEARTW RENCHING WHY'D YOU MAKE ME WATCH IT

TEXTS

( text: just my sister )  i tOLD U   ( 4:18 pm )( text: just my sister ) THAT’S WHY I SAID BRING TISSUES DUH ( 4:18 pm ) ( text: just my sister ) he was my fave i’m still so sAD  ( 4:18 pm )

[pavidae-blog]

[ text ]: In not brubk yuu ate.

text meme.

[ sms; jess ] ?????????[ sms; jess ] jesus jess.  where are you? im gonna come get you