#hxll-0

[gxnymcde]

ツ 4 m i l o

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

Julian: I just got a custom-made Desmond Merrion suit! I look so fucking gorgeous. Julian: Do you want to see? Julian: I don’t care. You’re going to see. 

[duchessnorfolk]

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text meme ( accepting asks! )

% — for a curious text. for milo! 

[text] hey. that model friend of yours i slept with, do you remember his name? he was hot and i’m not feeling so hot

[text] if you can help me out i’ll give you duncan’s number

[inescapcble]

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text meme ( accepting asks! )

✘ — for a hateful text.

[text] Yes, well, maybe Elise is allowed to be angry and upset about our father’s absolutely fucking ludicrous double standards.

[text] What does it feel like to be allowed to fuck up? To be able to get off the ground every time because you’re not put so high the fall would break your neck? Huh?

[text] I’d like to know.

[bigbrcthxr]

✿ 4 m i l o

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

Felix: Are you busy this weekend? Felix: I’m flying you to Palo Alto. Felix: No friends, just you. Felix: I’ll even cook you breakfast, if you want.

[thalassoneira]

🍙💐🎩💀

🍙 - Favorite snack

She has found herself taking a liking to the delicacies of her husband’s culture, and is particularly fond of Tteokbokki, despite her husband having to severely reduce the spice for her.

💐 - Favorite type of flower

Always traditional and respected for its beauty, the rose.

🎩 - Usual outfit

Alessandra is usually found in dresses that end right below the knee, modest but perfectly fitting, almost always in light shades of pink, white, or champagne. She usually has a blazer over them.

💀 - What are they afraid of?

That she will never repair her relationship with her brother. 

[gxnymcde]

do you think the society accepts gutter trash ??

“No. Are you afraid that you won’t get accepted?”

[inescapcble]

@hxll-0​ said: 📝 ( a short drabble about our muses. )

NOVEMBER 27, 2019 — MORGAN ESTATE, ANCHORAGE, KENTUCKY

the morgan estate — the house that never caught up, the house that stifled and choked and oppressed — ached and bled ( with so much blood in its ancient veins, how could it not? ) with it.

their emptiness. those hollows behind rib-cages, little more than storage-space for fatherly affection never attained, that they cannot remove. didn’t it stand to reason, that when emptiness was dug away — an ‘improvement,’ to become elysian beings — what was left behind is, was in its absence, merely emptier still? 

leah had never ‘finished the job,’ so to speak. never gone full-business, like her father, never scooped out everything she could until she was properly empty: without remorse, regret, compassion, or the capacity to care about the distinction between right and wrong. but when each word that fell from kenneth morgan’s mouth carved itself into her heart ( always had done, but the knife now was a cleaver, wounds never meant to heal; wounds that could kill, perhaps, if ever she acknowledged them ) she found she might take the cavernous leap. 

just to be okay. just to be enough. enough: what a beautiful fantasy!

but how could she be enough, if the best part of her was already gone?

she looked out the window and into the southern night. a few hours ago she’d arrived in anchorage from d.c., a day late due to needing to wrap up critical business. her mother hadn’t been happy, of course, but she’d understood; when your daughter’s the president, plans can change in a heartbeat. and then, after a moment, turned to her brother and father. their eyes meeting in the middle, hers wavering as she searched for any sign of doubt in either male’s eyes to validate her disbelief. and she found one, so she said, “she wouldn’t do that. she doesn’t drive.”

“thank you, leah,” her brother gestured broadly at her, “that’s what i said!”

his twin sister stomped into the room, “you’re too fucking late again, leah! how does it feel now, huh? she’d have been here if you got here yesterday.” 

leah — lip held between her teeth, eyes glistening in earnest — couldn’t answer her.