#hey luv

[errrrkkk]

[demetria-xx]

@lostflares​  gets a starter  based  on  this  prompt. 

 𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓,  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃.  only  things  felt  different  this  time  around.  this  was  supposed  to  be  the  defining  year  of  demetria's  life    –––    where  she  might  decide  what  she  wanted  to  do  and  who  she  wanted  to  be  and  still,  things  still  felt  unclear  as  though  her  life  was  ready  to  fall  apart  in  an  instance.  perhaps,  had  her  father  truly  cared  about  his  family  and  not  busied  himself  with  his  job  and  meaningless  women  within  his  office,  then  the  brunette  might  have  felt  more  stability.  it  did  not  help  that  her  own  mother  had  dissociated,  leaving  demi  to  fend  for  herself  in  a  world  as  vast  as  the  one  she  lived.  in  truth,  it  was  why  she  turned  to  parties  and  drinking  ...  indulging  in  men  whose  names  she  did  not  even  know.

 fingertips  busy  themselves  with  her  notepad,  digits  curving  the  date  across  paper  in  her  cursive  font,  though  as  the  voice  of  their  new  art  historian  teacher  fills  the  room,  hazels  are  torn  asunder.  they  soar  to  the  skies,  colliding  not  with  the  hues  of  a  stranger  but  a  face  she  knows  ...  or  at  least  one  she  remembers.  last  weekend  had  been  a  blur,  though  certain  things  could  not  so  easily  be  forgotten    –––    like  the  way  in  which  his  hands  roamed  across  porcelain  with  a  hunger,  pushing  her  against  the  locked  bathroom  door  and  making  her  feel  things  that  no  other  had.  breath  is  stolen  then,  pen  falling  to  the  desk  as  lips  are  forced  to  close,  knowing  that  an  onslaught  of  eyes  would  make  her  a  target  if  she  acted  out  of  the  ordinary.   his  eyes  fall  upon  her  and  for  a  moment,  she  is  unsure  as  to  whether  he  remembers  her  face  or  even  the  parts  of  her  that  were  now  hidden  by  clothes.  it  is  then  that  he  asks  her  name,  voice  as  soft  as  it  had  been  when  whispering  whimpers  into  his  ear    –––    trapped  between  his  body  and  the  wooden  door  that  separated  them  from  everybody  else.  ❝  demetria  rivers,  sir.  ❞

[sagoolove]

Mobb Deep Ft. 112 - Hey Luv

[meteorhammcr-blog]

@salmiire

          “ HEY, ” GOGO GREETS THE WOMAN sat at the bar, a glint of mischief in her dark, warm hues. not of the killing kind, however. not yet, anyway. & certainly not towards the woman she’s smiling at, biting down her bottom lip & staring into her eyes, as if trying to see her soul as well as her sins. “ wanna buy me a drink? ”

[thenameisryangosling-blog]

[888lemuela]

This is a joint 🌹.

[mnynki]

boo boo

foo foo

[altonmason]

hm, just been listening to some really good vaporwave (it exists), trying to heal and listen to the trees and shit whilst debating with myself about getting back on meds.