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She lay in the field, looking towards the stars and soaking in the moonlight, the scent of rain in the air. The chill of a summer night's breeze danced across her skin, and she smiled as the chained princess in the sky winked at her. The tenebrosity of the eventide was calming, her heartbeat in sync with the beating of the moonlight upon her face. She seals the windows to her soul and opened up the doors to her wildest dreams and until sunup fantasies ran through her mind like wildebeests.

-Confessions of a Nyctophile

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AFTER THE ACCIDENT, positivity wasn’t really on anastasia’s side. it took her quite a while to wake up from her coma and even after then, she was completely incapable. (well, not completely, but anastasia was so bitter already at this point). she couldn’t do simple tasks and that usually upset her so bad, resorting to trashing her room in frustration and breaking down helplessly. today felt like one of those days. she had gone to her locker to get some books and after several failed attempts with the combination because of her damn hand, she had opened it, only to drop her books on the floor again. that, combined with the initial frustration she felt when she found out about her grade in the last quiz, and also the fact that she hadn’t taken her medication yet made her head hurt and her hand numb uncomfortably. as she bent down to pick her books, she rubbed the side of her head, sighing heavily at her own poor coordination and cursing to herself.

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pulling her legs up to her chest, she shuffled to the back of her girlfriend’s bed. the words that her parent’s had said echoed painfully through her head, not able to focus on anything else. biting down on her lower lip, she wiped at the tears that rushed down he heated face. this was her safe place, especially when she felt as alone as she did. she hadn’t even  bothered to tell her girlfriend, who was currently at  work, that she was going to use her key and stay for a bit. biting down on her lip, she sniffled, pulling isa’s hoodie up to cover her face.

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cassie: i never knew being drunk would feel like this.

cassie: i miss you

[wakingalone]

( ❝ + ; sms. )

bradley: im out of cigarettes

bradley: buy me cigarettes

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nyctophilc ;

                         "dare i ask what sort of trouble you have brought               upon yourself, now?" she wonders, taking stock of lexa's               appearance. "or should i inquire the status   of your foe?                 -- dead, i hope."

[americanpsychcs]

* text ⇨ boo thang.

dakota: when are you going to be home :(

dakota: i can't sleep when you're gone!