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good morning tumblr i have pilates! im excited :)
"don’t pretend that you don’t feel the pull." from david
don't run with the weird kids. usually that means billy. he didn't know it could apply to others still, and billy's saving face. the little bit of it that he can still save. he moves slow, feels like david's playing at some game, the kind billy isn't privy. and he hates it, but he can't deny it either. stuck, polar opposites do attract, magnetic fields and all that battery crap. last time he felt like this he nearly drowned, a particularly bad overcast, billy on the board attempting too much too fast, trying to eat the world in one bite as he does, the waves and the sea doing what it wanted with him. he nearly didn't make it. and yet.
billy lifts off the wall, fishes out a cigarette. there's an honesty about billy hargrove, not many get to see it. it's not intentional, but the allure of danger. like billy's got a death wish. billy chuckles, humorless. in it's entirety. "what's in it for me? y'know if i buy into your shit." the pull, there's nothing magical there. it's just, natural. like the waves, running with wolves or whatever. expecting a different outcome to a story set down in stone. he lights up his cigarette. takes a long, deep drag. "-i don't like pretending." he's looking at david, trying to get a read. and as much as billy is admitting to something, billy's a challenge. difficult they say. doesn't go down without a fight, kicking.
Humanity, Fuck Yeah !
If you bark and he doesn't meow back then he isn't the one for you fellas #staysafe
❛ i knew there was something about you. i knew i didn't like you, but i couldn't put my finger on it. ❜
note to self, always trust your first instinct. the one that says, eddie munson is an annoying asshole. stay clear. stay minty, and frosty. veronica's hands curl into little fists, not much in the way of damage. much more versed in the art of frustration. "that's very interesting, eddie. i'm dying to know some more about how you are on top of the world and looking down on the rest of us."
DEAR DIARY, day three of following some lunatic across this miserable town. he is driving me crazy. i should let him get swallowed up by the very angry mob but then again i would miss all the fun. god as my witness, he definitely didn't kill chrissy cunningham, he couldn't kill a fly if it landed on him. i've seen it, the opposite of the grinch. heart four sizes too big. except when he's talking to me. for some reason. i guess a big heart doesn't stop you from being a cunt.
she keeps walking next to him, as she's putting on a show. commands attention in a way that she should find distasteful. (for the record, she does not. she finds it entertaining. and maybe a little charming. but that's for her to handle.) "-so? what is it? what about me has you utterly restless? spill." and she doesn't need to be helping him. she is getting some funny kick out of this. she gets to avoid everything and everyone. dig a hole and crawl in, fun.
do you have an artfight? ^^
no, sorry! i did consider making an account hut i'm never really consistent with my art :(