#goeshard

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Mick and Krystal Kitten.

[aur0ras-a]

apprehensive , pacing back and forth against wooden floor. the only contact she had held with her husband was short phone calls , letters exchanged. the last time chrissy had seen @goeshard , had been months ago. opening those van doors , a vivid image that still plays in nightmares. but billy was better now. chrissy believed in him, like she always had. for billy dunne , she held an infinite amount of love. graham had volunteered to go get him , making it easier. less of a struggle to get marlee out of the house. chrissy unsure , if that was the way she wanted him to meet their daughter. she was tiny , but already so perfect and beautiful. words would never admit it , but a broken heart still mending was in her chest. she had been through most of it alone , but missing billy missing her birth? the hurt still stung like an open wound. she had spent all morning , anxiously cleaning the small 'home' they had moved into behind the main house. furniture from thrift stores , tightly packed into the one room place. marlene had helped make it a place they could be happy. unable to put into words , how grateful chrissy was for her time spent here on the west coast. helping her adjust to motherhood. there would be no holding back marlene and the choice words she held for her son the moment he was home.

screen door opens , and he's there. everything about them had always come so easy. but all of this , feels different. as if they're navigating a battlefield , waiting for bombs to explode. is it too much to run to him, arms thrown round tight? despite everything , chrissy could never give up on him. she could never learn to unlove him. she makes the choice to stay in floor with their daughter instead. her voice is soft , smile offered. she's careful , like handling a wounded animal. ❛ look who's home baby , wanna say hi? ❜ scooping up marlee , she holds her to see billy. ❛ that's daddy , he's back home with us. ❜

[selfruinmoved]

she  doesn't  remember  calling  him.  hotel  pool  closed  after  hours  ,  but  they  had  just  gotten  back  from  a  show.  and  rules  had  never  stopped  daisy  before.   time  is  lost  there,  floating  into  nothingness.  she's  barely  there  ,  when  he  shows  up  ,  limp  when  she's  thrown  over  his  shoulder.   there's  a  usual  fight  from  her  ,  but  instead  it  isn't  there.  daisy  doesn't  want  to  go  back  to  her  room  ,  back  to  nicky.     she had managed to sneak away from the after party , a disappearing act. it's unspoken between them , nights like this always ended up in @goeshard 's room anyways. it's a blur , from the pool to his room. she's talking , laughing but it all sounds like nonsense echoing in her own ears. she hates herself , for letting him see her like this. for him being the one to always clean her up.

placed on the couch in wet clothes , make-up smeared and streaking down her face. ❝  why do you do this ?  ❞ a genuine question , not the one that's always loaded with sarcasm or meant to start an argument between them. why is he always there? ❝  does it make you feel better , to play hero?  ❞ there it is , that low blow that she always manages to swing at him. she didn't deserve this. she didn't deserve billy dunne.

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[daisyjnes]

i’ve  never  written  a  letter  before,   so  i  beg  you  not  to  judge  me  too  harshly  if  this  is  awful.    you  see,   i’ve  been  separated  from  my  co - writer  for  a  while  and  without  him  i’ve  found  that  words  don’t  come  as  easily  to  me  now  as  they  did  with  him  around.

i  hope  you’re  good,   or  at  the  very  least  better  than  the  last  time  i  saw  you.    i’m  doing  okay.    i’m  clean  and  sober  now,   and  have  been  since  teddy  sent  me  here.    and  if  you’re  wondering,   i’m  still  pregnant.    i have a bump now  too.    it’s  still  small  enough  to  hide  underneath  loose  shirts,   but  it’s  there  and  it’s  real.    can  you  believe  it ?    me,   a  mother ?    it’s  still  hard  to  wrap  my  head  around  it,   and  the  thought  that  there’s  a  mini  us  inside  of  me  right  now  still  freaks  me  out,   but  i’m  excited.    i’m  nervous  too,   like  out  of  my  mind  crazy  nervous,   but  i  can’t  wait  to  meet  her.    i  think  it’s  a  girl,   by  the  way.    i  might  be  wrong,   but  it  sure  feels  like  a  girl.

it’s  okay  if  you  don’t  feel  the  same  way  about  the  baby.    some  part  of  me  understands  if  you  don’t  want  to  be  a  father,   but  i’m  keeping  her  no  matter  what.    i  think  you’d  be  a  great  father,   billy,   and  if  there’s  anyone  i  would  ever  want  to  raise  a  child  with,   it’s  you.    it  will  always  be  you.

you  told  me  once,   high  on  god  knows  what,   that  we  were  young  enough  to  try  to  build  a  better  life.    that’s  still  true.    i  want  to  build  a  better  life  with  you,   billy.

please  write  back  soon.

all  my  love, your  daisy.   x

↪   @goeshard​​​  sent:      ❛    we’re  young  enough  to  try  to  build  a  better  life.    ❜

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       HORNED     BUTLER          /          SWEET     GHULEH     !     *

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[orderlostarchive-blog]

       THE  TEARS  BEGAN  TO  FLOW  &  SOBS  SHOOK  HIM  .  he  gave  himself  up  to  them  now  for  the  first  time  on  the  island  ;  great  ,  shuddering  spasms  of  grief  that  seemed  to  wrench  his  whole  body  .  his  voice  rose  under  the  black  smoke  before  the  burning  wreckage  of  the  island  ;  &  infected  by  that  emotion  ,  the  other  little  boys  began  to  shake  &  sob  too  .  &  in  the  middle  of  them  ,  with  filthy  body  ,  matted  hair  ,  &  unwiped  nose  ,  ralph  wept  for  the  end  of  innocence  ,  the  DARKNESS  OF  MAN’S  HEART  . 

[kyberled-a]

//When I type ‘eyes emoji’ in my tags the first option is ‘eyes emoji @ heidi’ and that’s how you know she’s an OG fav