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  -------❝ Really can't bring myself to appreciate                    the L O O K yer givin' me. ❞

[onemansinsanity-onecatsreality]

         "Pourtant vous ne savez pas ce que je dis?"

[pensivemercury]

"How do you live with yourself?"

" ...It's hard. "                          Holding his wrist roughly                          in his free, currently stable                          hand, his chest rising and                          falling at an alarming rate,                          he barely glances up to                           speak at her, both extremities                          seeming to duel with each                           other. Control, and lack thereof.                                                                        " I can't control it. It's at the                                                                          point where I want to cut it                                                                         ...all of it, off. But I can't.                                                                                         I'm sorry. "

[pensivemercury]

This is a tumblr butt touch. Pass this to at least 10 of your favorite blogs to show them how much you love their butt. Make sure you don't break the chain or your butt will deflate. Happy tumblr butt touching!（。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

[ You're my favvvvorite. ]

[pensivemercury]

" Wendy... "                          A box of pencil crayons felt like a lead-weight of guilt in his hands;                          like he was demeaning her by just laying them on the table. The                          box was shifted three times-- placed perfectly, ( though vainly, as                           they would surely be moved shortly ) beside a stack of pristine white                          paper that cost far more than it was worth.                                                                                 Art stores are ridiculous,                                                                                but only the best.                     He was tentative, glancing over his shoulder to the hallway, knowing she                     was either in a room nearby or just walking to him now that he'd left                     tell-tale signs he'd left his study, carefully placing another log in the fire                     before taking a seat on white cushions;                                           " Come over here, please. I have something I want                                              to talk to you about. "

[pensivemercury]

Be intimate with me (i gave in i need this. )

He never would have agreed to let Grace off to a sleepover, if it weren’t for the soft woman between his legs, head laid against his chest.It had taken a near month of begging; bombardment from both his girls— a few tantrums (mostly his, but some things are unavoidable.) two smashed tea-pots and one rose-bush with a branch of roses snipped entirely off.But, inevitably, in the midst of one of those tea-pot smashings… he’d caved. He’d agreed to let Grace go. He’d set her up with a suitcase full of things better suited to a two-week-long trip to camp; but he’d let her go. There was a cell-phone enduring a bruising grip in his fist, a poor book-lovers fingers near crushed earlier in his other hand, and a ceiling that was starting to feel violated by the sheer force of his stare as the other victims of this event.                                           ”…She hasn’t called.” It was barely seven.                                                                                              “Should I go get her?”—He’d asked that enough times that it may well have started to become white noise.