#regardingtragedy

[likesuns]

regardingtragedy !!!

send me a url & i’ll give u an onion on them

that would be the url of the lil peach herself kayla! what do i have to say about kayla well!! i’ve known her for quite awhile on the rpc and we’ve kept pretty steady ships for a very long time so i’m very grateful for her putting up with my weird shit and my muses and that she’s been able to keep up w/ me and still want to continue rping with me!! kayla’s muses are lovely and i think every one of them is really interesting and well written whenever i get a chance to rp w/ them or i see her rping on my dash!! overall, i’d say kayla is just . MY PEACH!!! :D 

[tearedrops]

                                                     @regardingtragedy / based on this.

     he hovers in the doorway to her bedroom, his body skimpily clad in nothing more than his low hanging sweats as his knuckles finally lift to rasp against the frame of her doorway. he already knew that she’d let him in, he just liked standing there. watching her as she pretended to sleep or whatever it was that she did whilst waiting for him to sneak out of her brothers room. he eases the door shut behind him, padding barefoot to her bed whilst speaking beneath his breath,      ❛     ---- sorry ‘bout that. he took longer to knock out than usual. didn’t start without me, did ya’?     ❜

[absclutions-blog]

( °▐ ░ ✶ –– SMS ! ❜

AJAX: are you still mad at me?

[likesuns]

ims » lukey.

RYAN: luke!! luke!!

RYAN: i miss you!!

[witheredflames]

regardingtragedy replied to your post:tfw u wanna make calum icons but have 160+ ….. 

u say this a lot

i want 2 icon calum a lot

[witheredflames]

text to: cal !

ben: u know what's painful ???

ben: stubbing ur toe

ben: i think it's broken

[bedofrcses]

he’s overly nervous. the last ( & only ) time he’d visited his brother’s home, he’d been accidentally introduced to a hook up of quentin’s ( while benji is still certain he’s a boyfriend ). he hoped that wouldn’t be the case again, he really just wanted to spend time with his brother, nobody else. no interruptions. rubbing his palms on his shirt, he’s glancing up at the door of his apartment. god knows how he’d remembered the exact address, the exact house after only visiting once, but he has. eventually ( after what felt like an hour of preparation time ) he’s holding a hand up to knock at the door.

[bedofrcses]

x. | imessage: quinny.

BENJI: i'm sorry for embarrassing you

BENJI: who was the guy?