#nerusinat

[fatacaresimte143]

[tornbutterflies]

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[text] I am terribly, wonderfully drunk.  And at a club.  And you are not here.  And I fucking prefer it that way.

[text] I locked your kid in the bathroom so I could run next door.  She’ll be cool in there, right?

[text] Got into your stash while you’re at work.  Hope you don’t mind.

[text] You know, sometimes you irritate me so much I want to give you a lobotomy.  Maybe you’d act normal.

[text] You’re at work.  Again.  And even though you piss me off almost all the time.  I miss you.  So much.  I’m not good at saying it, and I’m sorry.

[text] Hey fucker xoxo Wanna go out when you get home?

[tornbutterflies]

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

But the world was fading and spinningand disappearing altogether faster and faster,piece by piece.  She couldn't stop it from happening.Nothing could stop it from happening.

She should have listened to Mickey in the first place.

She should have stayed home and let him handle things.

But should have's and well-meaning got her nowhere. All she had to show for anything was a small punctureat the front of her stomach and a rather larger one at herback.  Blood was pooling.  She couldn't see it, but she couldfeel it.

Funny.  Never before had Alice feared death.  But laying herein his arms, feeling her pulse lessen as more and more bloodspilled, wasn't what she had in mind for dying.

It wasn't fair.

"Mickey..."  It was faint as her heartbeat.  The spark in hereyes grew duller by the second.  "Don't let me die."

Her tears flowed freely.

[unstrungbonesarchive-blog]

Luce

latch by disclosure ft. sam smith

uma thurman by fall out boy

the crying game by nicki minaj

eye of the needle by sia 

[ofbloodandarmani-blog]

▲ (pick a muse, any muse)

Send me a ▲ and I will put our character’s names into this generatorand write a starter based on the scenario that comes up:Benji discovers Levi's terrible secret.

      I don’t need it, I don’t need it,

      Fatigued heels and long, trembling legs staggered through his bedroom door. It had been three days. Three whole days of shear clarity. Three days without the sharp sting of a needle piercing his flesh. Three days without the  M o n s t e r. He felt on top of the world; his senses more than they had been in years.

That was - until today. The medication wasn’t working and the burning in the pits of his middle had returned with a vengeance.

"I’ll be okay." He softly reassured himself, plopping down onto his bed. A limp arm lifted in a failed attempt at wiping the thick layer of sweat that coated his brow. I don’t need it. I don’t - I don’t fucking need it. Levi mused clutching onto his stomach. Cerulean eyes immediately darting toward his bedside drawer, ears perked. It was like she was calling his name, begging him to have a taste. The Monster always had a way with words.

                     ”Maybe just one more…” 

The dealer leaned forward, roughly pulling the drawer open revealing its contents: a collection of needles, silver spoons that seemed to glimmer in the fluorescent light, a small vile of water, a solid gold zippo lighter with his initials engraved across the side, and tucked in the corner - a miniature plastic bag filled with white powder. An impish grin curled up at the corners of his plush mouth and his whole body trembled with anticipation.

Anxious fingers dipped into the drawer taking out everything he’d need for the task at hand and laid them carefully in a row across the top. He had done this before - hundreds of times, in fact. But his palms burned as if it were something new. Routinely, he filled the spoon with water and with powder, flicked open the lighter, and set the flame beneath the silver; and then watched intently as the mixture bubbled, turning into liquid gold.

He was so focused - he hadn’t even noticed the figure standing in his doorway.

Levi tossed the lighter onto the carpet and went on to fill the syringe with the caramel colored liquid, tossing the spoon alongside it when he had finished. Ivory teeth sunk into his bottom lip practically drawing blood. He could feel himself salivating and his heart was pumping so loudly, he could barely hear himself think. Quickly, he ripped his belt from his pants and fastened it tightly around his inked bicep; blue veins raised with ease, contrasting brightly against his pallid epidermis.

A low, throaty moan broke past his lips before he gently pressed the needle into his forearm, thumb slowly pressing down on the plunger. Levi leaned forward, letting the syringe fall from his fingers. A warm wave of pure  e u p h o r i a  rushed over him and another, much louder, moan rumbled from his chest.  

                    “Fuuuuck.”

[unstrungbonesarchive-blog]

chucks a box of chocolate at her.

[tornbutterflies]

❤

And sometimes when Ilook in your eyes, I forgetthat anything in the worldmatters.

I don't believe inlove.  But I think what we have                      what we've madeis a little bit more than friendship.

Let's just say                    it is     what it is.

[tornbutterflies]

Don’t.

She’ll hold her breathand count to tenjust like all the other times in her lifewhen she’s told:                         no                         stop                         don’t                                            Nay-say until the very end.

"Why, Mickey?"

The fact she was higher than ever, both in spirit and mind and sheerphysical force, had nothing to do with it.  Her balance was swell on thetop of that apartment complex.  For the first time in what seemed likeforever, she felt completely free.  She was certain that if she breathedthe smoggy air deeply enough, it would surely be the last bit of oxygenshe would need to truly take flight.

     like a bird