#kayaisntcrazy

[xthedanger]

          "Take this to your car wash professional------                                                                            ------and have an A-1 day." 

[inspiresawe-blog]

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thank you darling :3

[brinkofssendam-stilinski]

+7

"Scott is Hotter than you just saying"

[browneyedson]

kayaisntcrazy replied to your post:⁇ [heheheheh]

"okay bye" oh tate hehehehe

Tate doesn't handle certain things very well ok

[devilstrapsandcolts-blog]

+3 Called in for your help

"Hi, you ladies need something?"

[browneyedson]

                                    If standing in the super market line up wasn't hell enough imagine it being surrounded by people that you hate, while they gawk at the cut lip and shades hiding your eyes and glance at the items in the tiny basket in hand. Tate, was currently in this very predicament, hiding into his shell of his anti-socialism. Peaking up only at the sight of someone familiar and Tate tightens the hold on the plastic handle and walks over to her.                                                                            "Hey--Kaya, long time no see"

[browneyedson]

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ø for my muse needing yours to sleep

"Kaya you need to sleep—” Hands toss up in the air and Tate trudges past her, straightening his back. Head shakes slowly. Nonsense bullshit. She had been mumbling nonsense, little nothings, little crazy nothings.                                 This is what he gets for sleeping over, for thinking he was better.                                 Free of his night terrors, he was cured—-Wasn’t he? He had to be.A deep sigh, hands lift and push apart the air, trying to get these thoughts cleared, out, out, out. Shaking his head more and more “No! No Kaya—That’s fucking bullshit” He’ll ignore her, everything she’s saying, the words seeping into his brain.Toxic, burn out and Tate stares at her with livid brown eyes. “Another me? Are you kidding me—There is no one else inside my head but me.” Lying, is a nasty habit that goes unnoticed it’s more natural on his tongue than English. “Black eyes—-What are you even. Do you hear yourself?”Tate steps closer and puts his hands on her shoulders, shaking his head slowly and looks past her before licking his bottom lip, staring into her sweet blue hues. Denial, he hasn’t heard voices in weeks, not since the party, it’s been so quiet it’s beautiful, he loves it. Why would she want to destroy this? “—You haven’t slept in days—” Cut off, arguing, how is it his fault?Scared to sleep, oh but pretty boy knows what that’s like. Does he act different, more confident with slow precise speech, more Jesus H. Christ’s and his chin held high while strutting with a smug look on his face, with danger coaxing his lips, blood stains and the coppery taste on his tongue, driven down their throats."You’re hallucinating, Kaya—-Kaya. Stop it!" Voice shouts, Tate holds her, deep breathing with his nostrils flared and he gently rubs his hands down her arms. "You need to lay down and get some sleep—-I’ll leave you to get into some pajamas, I’ll get you a glass of water." Soft steps down the hall, door cracked open and he grabs her a cup, filling it from the tap, head shakes and an uncomfortable warmth burns under his skin, Tate claws at the side of his face, grunting—-Groaning and looking down at the water building in the basin, droplets of blood fall from his nose, strained veins thicken and pop under his red flesh, choking gurgling as his eyes flash over.                             Blood drops, wipe it off—Enough of the pussy shit, cup tossed, water falls.                             What a pretty spread on the tiles, strut out, hair pushed back, smirking wide,                              there’s that dimple again. Blood stain on his hand—-The boy doesn’t care."Oh, Kaya—Lover, sweet baby girl. What do you say we put off you sleeping for a little while longer, while I tie you to the bed, rip off your panties and eat your sweet little cunt, until you’re screaming?" Tongue flicks out licking his lips, unbuttoning the flannel covering his chest while lingering in the door way.