#girlfailed

[culpible]

headphones are taken off of his ears slowly,      hands shaking slightly as he pushes his phone to the stand next to his hospital bed.       the smile that forms on his features is an easy one    ------     it always is when she’s there.        and it’s rare for him lately;     the past few months have been all about recovery,       but he doesn’t know exactly what it is he’s recovering from.       physically,     the proof is all around him,      pounding through his head every second of the day.      but mentally,     there are too many gaps to be filled    ------      he hasn’t put it all together yet,      hasn’t remembered WHY he did what he did.        it makes things simple right now;      he can focus on trying to get better before facing everyone again as he’s armed with his new disability.     it will catch up to him soon,     he knows that,      but at least he can focus on just this for now.  

❝   i told you not to come back unless you’re sneaking in the good shit,   ❞          he teases,   grin growing as he already feels LIGHTER now that she’s here with him.      she doesn’t look at him like he’s fragile,     not the way his mother does with an expression full of pity and his father wearing one of his own masked with guilt      (    one alex is all too familiar with himself.    )          jess just treats him like a normal person,     not some guy who has been stuck in a hospital bed for the past five months,     and that’s why he always makes sure he has time for her.       without her,     he doesn’t know how far he would be through his recovery,     nor does he knows if he would be trying so hard to get better.       all he knows is that she’s someone he needs at his side.         ❝   i think my mom’s trying to poison me with her organic diet.      that’s fucked,    right?     if i don’t get sugar soon,     this cane is going to be doing some damage.   ❞        

jokes aside,     his hands move to the bed,    working to push himself up to sit up straigher.     it’s not an easy task,      small grunts falling from his lips as he works to find balance for himself.    it’s something he has been practicing     (     something he hopes she notices,      that validation necessary for his recovery too.    )      once sitting up straight,     he slides his body to one side of the hospital bed,     his free hand moving to pat down on the space next to him,     one he has reserved for her.       ❝   what do you have for me today,    davis?       tell me all about the world outside of this bright ass room of doom.    ❞   

⤷  @girlfailed.

[agonygiven-a]

A G O N Y

send a letter and i’ll tell u my 5 fav blogs // ACCEPTING

A. @agonygiven (YEAH IM PROMO-ING MYSELF), @adaftoldman, @arborsentiens, @aspiredlights, @argentiola

G. @glorysoaked, @girlfailed, @giingerstallion, @giiilbcrt, @guiltlisted

O. @ofmanymiinds, @oncetragic, @ownsaviours, @ofriiverdale, @ofimaginations

N. @necessaryrulebreaker, @northsidejuliet, @normaltothemax

Y. i don’t follow any :)

[arsnist]

rest   is   difficult   to   come   by   these   days.    he   could   blame   it   on   price,    the   weight   that’s   been   hoisted   upon   broadening   shoulders,    but   the   only   one   to   blame   is   himself.    he’s   the   one   too   weak   to   face   his   demons,    the   one   too   tormented   by   the   fire   to   revisit   that   night   in   his   dreams.    he’s   left   a   zombie,    eyes   bruised   from   a   lack   of   sleep,    head   aching,    motions   lazed.    then   there’s   the   passing   out.    the   human   body   can   only   take   so   many   days   without   sleep   before   it   takes   matters   into   it’s   own   hands,     disregarding   the   TRAUMA   his   nightmares   inflict   upon   him.    too   often,    it   happens   in   public.   like    now:    head   inclined   backward,    resting   uncomfortably   on   the   booth,     arms   crossed   loosely   over   faded   t-shirt.    

                                                                   unease   is   visible   in   resting   features,     dark   brows   knit   together,    bruised   mouth   curled   into   a   frown.    he   fidgets   too   often,    the   quietest   of   sounds   rumbling   in   his   throat,    voicing   his   pain.    he’s   the   most   VULNERABLE   this   way,     his   guards   unable   to   function   when   he’s   lost   behind   the   abyss   of   heavy   lids.    

                                                   (    he   can’t   pretend   to   be   alright.    )     

                                  he’s   rescued   only   by   the   sound   of   a   girl’s   voice,    started   awake,     pulled   back   into  the   present.    he   fears   that   he’ll   awaken   to   price   schuster,    but   he   slowly   remembers:    price  is   out,   busy,    leaving   ash           ACE   alone   in   some   diner.     bloodshot   eyes   burn,    deprived   of   the   repose   they   beg   for,     aching   as   he   raises   them   to   find   a   teenage   girl   standing   near   the   booth   he’s   rested   at.    (     he   almost   wants   to   thank   her,    for   saving   him   from   the   torture   inflicted   by   his   own   subconscious,    but   he  doesn’t.    can’t.    )       ‘     i’m   okay.     ’     it’s   too   quick,    his   insistence,    the   answer   to   a   question   never   asked.     ‘     i’m   okay.    d'you   —   are   you   here   to   tell   me   to   LEAVE?    ’

@girlfailed

[errat]

DAVIS.

@girlfailed

          GAZE  HEAVY   upon  carpet  beneath  him ,   form  rests  against  pastel wall  as  he  pleads  with  own  tongue  to  produce  sensical  syllables   ––   he’s  not  good  with  his  words ,  says  the  wrong  thing  all  too  often    ;    but  he  TRIES ,  tries  to  offer  comfort  for  those  who  are  in  need .   ‘   haven’t  seen  you  around   ..   thought  maybe  i’d  drop  by ,  make  sure  everything’s  okay .   ’    as  okay  as  they  can  be  considering   ;    world  is  askew ,   no  jessica ,  no  alex  ,  no  justin    ––     male  couldn’t  help  but  feel  like  everyone  was  falling  apart  around  him   !   courage  stemming  from  fondness  for  other   ––    what  she  went  through ,  the  LIES  that  had  been  fed  to  her ,   wanted  to  remind  her  that  he  was  here   ;   he  knows  everything  &  he  wants  to  help  her  heal  in  any  way  possible .   so ,  he  closes  the  distance  between them  ..   careful  strides ,  one ,  two  until  he  reaches  the  bed  she’s  currently  situated on ,  hand  lifting  to  rest  against  the  bed  frame.

[leftoverfear]

❝     if  it’s  all  OUT  THERE  now,      does  this  mean  it’s  over?        i  want  to  get  back  to  my  life.      ❞        she’s  tired  of  letting  it  be  ruined  by  hannah’s  words.       but  more  than  that,      she  was  tired  of   fearing  who  she  was,     always  trying  too  hard  to  push  it  down  so  no  one  knew  the  truth      (     it  was  much  too  late  for  that.      everyone   was  right;      she  was  just  hiding.     )        ❝    jess,      i   ----   was   awful  to  you.     to  everyone,     just  because    .   .   .     ❞       because  she  couldn’t  handle  that  hannah’s  truth  was  HERS  too.      she  didn’t  think  she  had  to  finish  that  statement.       ❝    ----   i’m  sorry.    ❞ 

 @girlfailed​​

[agonygiven-a]

let’s start by giving my shitty graphic a round of applause. don’t worry. . . i’ll wait.

holy fucking shit, what the hell happened ??? i created this blog FOUR DAYS AGO so why are there so many of you ?? i am super grateful for every single one of you and the 13rw rp community has been so open and accepting its kind of amazing and hard to wrap my head around. this is going to be a super small list to just give recognition to some of the people who have been especially amazing since my arrival.

@cassettetaped // @helmctboy // @rippedfromglory // @errat // @chaostheoried // @adorcble​ // @sometimesbatman // @friendlost // @girlshamed // @cansprainpeople // @sheriis // @guiltshot // @girlfailed // @sheconfessed

[culpible]

❝    it  was  you.     ❞         a  smile  dances  on  his  lips  as  his  head  tilts  back  slightly,      hands  sitting  on  the  table  as  fingers  drum  against  it  softly.      he  doesn’t  offer  any  reasoning  to  his  words   -----   not  yet.      he’d  rather  make  her  WAIT  for  a  moment  as  one  hand  slides  over  to  hers,      fingers  intertwining  with  with  hers  as  he  TAKES  A  RISK.      they  had  been  hinting  at  it  for  days  now,      and  he  knows  he’s  not  misreading  the  signals  she  sends  him     (     or  at  least  he  hopes  that’s  not  the  case   -----    he’s  putting  too  much  faith  in  all  of  this.     )          ❝    -------  -       that  i  was  checking  out.       you  know,      at  monet’s  the  first  day  we  spoke.     i  mean,     maybe  i  was  checking  you  out,      or  maybe  i  was  trying  to  figure  out  what  kind  of  BORING  drink  you  had  in  front  of  you,   ❞        he  teases,      thumb  rubbing  against  her  hand.         ❝   either  way,      i  was  definitely  looking  at  you.    ❞  

@girlfailed

[pinkaholics]

domt think this is my medium 😭😭😭😭😭😭