#msashock

[undefjnedvivian]

Shock writes on her forehead: Dead Meat

*groans* Okay, who gave this one the marker? -.- K now someone write road kill somewhere else. 

[undefjnedvivian]

In Your Head || Vivian & Shock

Vivian sat underneath the willow tree she had grown fond of, writing and erasing and ripping out pages of songs she had begun. She had her hair pulled over one shoulder, wearing the flannel shirt that was quite big on her for the last time before tonight. After he had given it to her a few days ago, she may or may not have worn it a few times, causing the scent of his cologne to mix with her own scent, strawberry from her hair, vanilla from her perfume. She cocked her head slightly as she heard someone sit down to her left, eyes growing cold as she saw who it was. “Do you need something?” she asked, closing her notebook.

{ absolutely-shocking }

[undefjnedvivian]

Shock

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH no it’s not a ship and can’t be a ship unless you ship them as eternal enemies.