#rip matty

[yourcasualfangirl]

paris paloma is so inej coded it’s INSANE

labour, the fruits, as good a reason like COMMON

[tenracoonsinacrisis]

I did not just find this in an old note.

💀💀💀

[sky-neverending]

Hi i wrote a thing!! spoilers for crooked kingdom under the cut lol also this is angsty

Nina was dreaming again. Dreaming of him.

The dreams were no different than any other night. Rough, vivid images that left her lying awake, clinging to consciousness just so she wouldn’t have to see them again.

They always started the same. Her, in a field, hand in hand with him. Walking through the tall grass, laughing and talking and smiling, being hopelessly in love. Without a care in the world, no worries at all.

It was after that when things got bad. When the images turned dark and twisted, bloody and bruised, and he was ripped away from her.

And then he was gone, and she’d wake up covered in sweat, calling out his name.

No one ever responded.

It had been almost a year. Almost a year since that day, that awful, terrible day. And she still clung to the hope something miraculous would happen. That he would come back.

But all she was left with was the empty halls of the small house she had bought. The empty halls that echoed her steps back at her, that seemed to laugh at her pain. The rooms that always seemed a little bit too empty, like something wasn’t quite there.

She swore she could feel him sometimes. Hear his laugh, see his icy blue eyes, reach out and touch his hand. But none of it was real.

He was gone. And there was nothing she could do. So at night, when the sun would go down and those images would press into her vision without missing a beat, she would cling to her sheets.

And she would dream. Dream of him.

Hoping someday the dreams would have a happy ending.

But they never did.

They never did.

[beforethepoison]

2 weeks without matty <3 i love you matty forever

[wydmariana]

𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ☀︎ 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯

        it was a normal day for mariana, she woke up, made some breakfast and basically spent the entire day in her home studio fucking around with tracks, as she did mostly every day for the past couple months. this was one of the biggest ways she kept herself sober, burying herself in her music. she was interrupted when her phone started ringing, she tried to ignore it at first until it kept ringing, the brunette stepped out of the booth. “hello?” she answered. “yes, this is she,” the girl answered before the person on the other line began explaining a situation to her, telling her she was needed at the police station but not giving a reason why despite how many times she asked them. 

once she finally agreed and hung up the phone, so many possibilities raced through her mind, one of them being if it was about matthew. part of her hoped it was, so that it would give her an answer, and most of her hoped it wasn’t because she preferred to wonder rather than face the possible truths of where he could be. she figured it was probably just something with either lido or her brother matteo where one of them needed to be bailed out.

the raven-haired girl made her way into her g wagon, playing loud music to distract her from her thoughts as she kept trying to tell herself it wasn’t anything serious as she drove to the police station. 

after sitting in the waiting room for thirty minutes, her leg shaking uncontrollably as she grew more nervous every second that past, an officer finally walked towards her and she stood up immediately, crossing her arms over her chest. “can you please tell me what’s going on? i’ve been sitting her for thirty minutes with no idea why i’m here. is it my brother? can you just let me talk..--” she was interrupted by the officer. “it’s not your brother, ms. cavello. there was a body found and we need you identify it. do you know anybody by the name matthew wright?” her heart immediately fell into her stomach and the only reaction she could form was a nod. she didn’t even notice the tears streaming down her face or the sobs leaving her mouth until the officer led her into another room, sitting her down and attempting to comfort her. “there’s no way,” were the only words she could muster out.

after about an hour and a half passed of her sitting in that room, she finally was able to catch her breath enough to calm herself down. they had explained to her that he had been dead for at least a month before the body was recovered. they told her that he had been shot and buried. whatever was happening right now couldn’t have been real. there was absolutely no way this was happening today, or ever. it wasn’t. she refused to believe it.

suddenly, another forty five minutes pasted and all she could do was sit there in silence. the officer finally entered the room again and asked if she was ready to say goodbye. mariana nodded after a few moments and he helped her up, leading her towards wherever they kept the bodies. she’d never stepped foot in a police station before this moment. the raven haired girl followed him into the room, where she looked up to see the body lying beneath a white curtain. slowly, she entered the room and walked up next to the table before watching as the coroner removed the sheet to reveal his face. she shut her eyes tightly when she saw his face. the love of her life laying dead on a table. this was not how it was supposed to end. mariana found herself leaning down to place a soft kiss on his cold forehead, running her fingers through his hair, watching as the tears dripped from her face onto his solid skin. “it’s him,” she whispered before excusing herself and walking out of the room. 

mariana went home to her empty house, sitting down on the couch. she didn’t feel anything anymore. this was it for her. she pulled the bag of cocaine out of her back pocket and poured the entire thing onto the table, finding herself inhaling the magical powder that made her feel so alive once upon a time. it did nothing anymore but numb the pain, and that was all she needed right now. she felt her eyes flutter shut as she fell asleep, that being the only place she wanted to be.

[dylan-alvarez]

Hollywood Undead V + Lockscreens

[femmenickmiller]

Finally got my grubby hands on Matthew’s book!

You can tell he wrote this. His humor (even in the parts you shouldn’t be laughing at) jumps right out of the pages.

[withoutxfear]

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