#loveforum

[julybloom]

''sometimes you need the pain, to know it isn't love. sometimes the one you hold: you gotta let 'em go.'' / @loveforum

[julybloom]

''maybe you'd be happier with someone else - maybe loving me's the reason you can't love yourself.'' / @loveforum

[lowskey]

ྀ  ‧ ₊  ✩  ｡ °  ꒰ @loveforum​​​​​​​​​ ꒱ . 💌

                             THEY  TURN  AROUND  IN  SURPRISE  —  did  not  expect  anyone  to  take  notice  of  their  presence  when  it's  been  a  good  thirty  minutes  already  since  they  entered  the  building.  ''  huh  ?  ''  god  ,  why  must  that  be  the  first  thing  that  leaves  their  mouth  ?  piers  clears  their  throat  ,  and  takes  a  sip  from  the  thin  glass  of  champagne  that's  been  pressed  into  their  hands  moments  before  by  some  random  caterer.  ''  oh  ...  it's  you.  ''  stunned  features  relax  ,  slipping  into  something  akin  to  contentment.  a  small  simper  appears  at  the  sight  of  their  (  half  )  brother's  partner.  ''  i  ,  uh  ...  i  didn't  know  you  were  coming  tonight.  ''

[ourcarvedsins]

the  dimly  lit  room  hides  her  features  just  enough  for  her  to feel  comfortable  on  her  own  skin. it  was  a  complete  mess ;  her life,  her  actual  state,  everything. and  the  only  one  she  could  count  on  was  jester. that’s  why  amanda’s  first  reaction  was  to call  them  and  hear  their  soothing  voice  as  if  it  was  a  lullaby. even  when  lost  in  the  vast  darkness,  she  knew  they  would guide her  to  the  main  route  once  again  with  a  few  little  words. still, she  felt  guilty  for  making  them  drop  everything  and  come  to  her  rescue. were  things  always  going  to  be  like  this?  always  the vulnerable  little  kid  who  didn’t  know  any  better  making  their appearance  every  now  and  then. it  made  her  feel  like  absolute  trash. 

@loveforum:  you  know  you  can  always  talk  to  me.

and  it  hit  her  like  a  truck. all  the  pain  contained  inside  begging to  come  out,  just  like  that. they  had  that  effect  on  her,  the  way they  always  managed  to  make  her  do  and  say  things  others couldn’t  in  a  thousand  years  even  if  they  tried. and  people  had tried,  but  they  had  not  succeeded. the  thing  is:  those  people  simply  weren’t  jester. ' i  know,  it’s  just  that…  it’s  complicated, ok? '  her  tone  was  faint  and  wavering,  like  she  was  about  to  cry at  any  given  moment. amanda  got  closer  to  jester,  who  was sitting  in  her  bed. she  made  her  way  next  to  them,  trying  to  feel  their  warmth  that  comforted  her  so  much. it  was  too much to  handle  lately. the  rising  fame,  the  pressure,  the  conflicts. to please  the  public  but  to  also  please  her  bandmates  who  hated each  other’s  guts  right  now. who  would  have  thought  that power made  people  so  greedy  and  hungry  that  quickly. like  blood thirsty  animals. the  only  peaceful  times  were  in  the  confines  of her  room,  when  she  was  back  in  town  and  out  of  prying  eyes. when  she  was  with  jester. ' you  don’t  have  to  be  my  savior every  time  (  …  )  i  know  you  must  be  tired  too,  you  got  things to  do  and…  i  told  you  i  wasn’t  gonna  be  a  distraction. '  

[popcultr-a]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @loveforum

MUSE: atticus walsh / 29 / secretary / heterosexual

"thanks for doing this with me" atticus smiles at the other, she sits down a bowl of candy on a table. she was holding a little halloween party for her son and his friends, everyone was going to be dressed up, she had lots of things planned, "it should be a fun night".

[finclgrlarchived]

@loveforum sent: [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds , from jester!

anastasia lost herself sometimes. it usually wasn't for long, and she usually didn't go very far, but she was lost all the same.

she'd been standing in the kitchen, holding a glass of water and deciding what to make for lunch. it had been a rather mundane afternoon, so to speak, until she suddenly remembered that it was kennedy's birthday. or rather, it would have been. lunch forgotten she was suddenly struck by the memory of the last birthday they spent together. they'd gotten italian food, just the two of them.

kennedy had dished on who was driving her nuts in her art history class and why she was so sure this was finally gonna be the semester she dropped out to become a model. anastasia had listened dutifully, happy to be in the company of her best friend and roommate with how often they'd been apart due to classes and other commitments. stuck in the memory, anastasia wants to scream. wants to warn kennedy about the real villain in her life. but she can't open her mouth. she can't move. all she can do is sit there and smile as kennedy speaks.

she can hear someone calling her name like a faraway whisper, startling as she realizes jester is now at her shoulder— the glass in her hand now shattered. "oh, sorry." she apologizes before she can stop herself, knows she doesn't really have to. "i um— it's nothing." nothing she says, while her hand bleeds from the cut now blossoming across her palm. she says nothing when jes carefully leads her out of the kitchen and to the bathroom, a little bit embarrassed that day to day life still kicks her ass in the most unexpected ways. sitting on the toilet seat, she does feel grateful that she at least isn't going through this alone. a breath in and out. at least there's that.

as jester takes her hand in theirs she watches them closely, committing the features to memory. the antiseptic burns but she doesn't pull her hand away, just murmurs a soft "thank you" and hopes that jes can tell how much she means it.

[hctclcalifornia]

what's the problem? i dunno, well maybe i'm in love. | @loveforum

[angelvings-archived]

« i     don't     need     you     to     protect     me     ———     i     can     take     care     of     myself     . » / @loveforum ♡ .