#hellbrazen

[vltage-blog]

        there’s a  grin,  almost conspiratorial.  she’s been around long enough to understand when the supernatural shows up,  and  nearly  long enough that any wariness   QUICKLY   becomes replaced by curiosity.     ‘  ––––  didn’t know  your  kind was still kicking it.  ’

 @hellbrazen

[poeticsongarchive-blog]

❝   YOU CAN RUN ON FOR A LONG TIME   ,   but sooner or later God'll cut you down.   ❞   /   god’s gonna cut you down by johnny cash

       @hellbrazen   /   lyrical starter   !

[afoolsgold]

@hellbrazen s.c.

          ❝  There  was  so  much  goddamn  dumb  stuff  in  that  sentence  you  just  said,   it  would  take  us  a  WEEK  to  tear  it  apart.  ❞

[seditn-arch-blog]

      ❝ you’re following me. ❞      it doesn’t take a genius to see that.  it really, truly doesn’t since he’s smoking like a chimney behind her.  could smell it from here.  there’s a chance that he’s a journalist, trying to get a story from her.  she’s not interested.  her name’s been smeared enough, knew that her reputation was in the trash and would never recover.  never, ever get the chance to practice again.   

whoever this is, she didn’t trust them and the fact that they thought following her was a good idea was in itself bad taste.  only now does she turn around, come to a stop.  she’d never be allowed to be left alone and she HATED that.  her villaindom was behind her. at least for now, until clea or whoever came knocking and she had gotten sick of being a pariah.      ❝ explain now, otherwise i’m throwing you onto that lightpole over there. ❞      // @hellbrazen LIKED FOR A STARTER FROM DORIS ZEUL. 

[ownweapon]

                   maybe  she  hates  this  because  he’s  like  her,  only  snottier  sounding;  getting  alcohol-soaked  and  miserable  because  that’s  all  there  is,  sometimes.  guilt  and  misery.  but  no,  it’s  not  his  town,  not  his  place,  and,  ‘  listen,  constantinople,  this  poor  goddamn  town  already  has  one  angry  embarrassing  drunk,  and  i  don’t  appreciate  the  competition.  ’  

it’s  said  with  a  thick  tongue,  voice  too  irritated  to  carry  off  self-deprecation  like  that;  she  does  consider  punching  him,  just  for  a  minute,  like  rattling  his  brain  around  in  his  skull  might  do  something  useful.  instead,  she  plucks  the  cigarette  from  between  his  fingers,  holding  it  between  her  own.  ‘  no  smoking  indoors.  come  on.  let’s  go  outside.  ’

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