#runawayed

[coffinraids-blog]

@runawayed liked !!

               “why are you staring? what is it?? wait, WAIT...let me guess!! it’s my eyes...isn’t it? or is it my complexion??”

[ingeminis]

STARTER CALL || @runawayed

❝ Isn’t it a little late for you to be out on a school night? ❞

[soiiledblood]

       ❛ Was there something you needed, love ? ❜

@runawayed / ♡ !

[bledridden-blog]

REMEMBRANCE  WILL  DANGLE  OVER  ANOTHER  IN  NOVEL  FLESH,  FORMING  A  NOOSE  TO  GRIP  AT  YOUR  THROAT.                                 (   @runawayed​   ) 

           a  PREDICAMENT   (  most  redolent  )   of  yore.  bittersweet  NOSTALGIA  biting  to  plague  with  pang,  TOYING  with  her  VITAL  CORE  and  gnawing,  ENDEAVORING,  beginning  to  burgeon  CALLOUSLY.  deft  touch  TWITCHES,  her  cup:  HALF  EMPTY,  suffering  asphyxiation,  lid  POPPING  to  greet  a  spot  just  NEXT  to  the  heels  on  her  feet.  a  store  of  CONVENIENCE  once  foreign,  was  entitled  to  DELUGE  with  reminiscence.  strained  countenance  LEERS,  swallowing  thickly,  in  ABSOLUTE  awe.  cranium  TILTS  ever  so  slightly,  reflection  eclipsing  judgement,  SOFTENING  coarse  expression.  hues  thwart,  INEPT  to  effectuate  something  as  facile  as  DIVERTING  own  attention  elsewhere.  anywhere  else.  TO  NO  AVAIL,  heady  drawl  threw  a  SHIFT  in  her  stride.  roaring  decibels  BURNING  THROUGH  the  stems  of  ECHOING  VOICES,  increasing  only  to  DRIVE  her  forward.  ears  grow  DEAF  to  the sound  of  plastic  cascading,  BOUNCING  before  pooling  slush,  ice  cold  CRIMSON  hydrous  atop  checkered  flooring.  sticky  SUBSTANCE  waxed  omnipresent,  oozes  to  claim  cracks  of  laminated  TILES,  a  scene  akin  to  homely  PASTIME,  looks  of  a  CRIME  SCENE  one  may  convey.  

           cusped  and  GRADIENT,  polished  nails  GLIMMER,  shine  DANCING  in  the  spotlight  of  FLUORESCENT  LIGHTING,  meeting  the  flesh  that  CLINGS  to  bone  among  the  other’s  hand.   SLENDER  fingers  enclose  around  her’s,  snapping  back  to  EMPTY  her  hand  of  materials.  voice  MELDS  with  pseudo  saccharine  despite  SULLEN  DEMEANOR.   ❝    you’re  fucking  PATHETIC  at  this.  AVOID  the  pocket.  try  your  bra  strap.    ❞   proving  to  be  a  WHISPER  YELL  of  sorts,  she  contrives  and  ARTICULATES.  belligerence  dangling  over  PROLONGED  ENUNCIATION,  stillicide.  a  glance  made  to  TARGET  attentive  eyes  for  PRECAUTION.   ❝    if  you  think  you  can  do  it  without  FUCKING  UP,  try  wrapping  it  around  the  hem  of  your  top.    ❞   nimble  fingers  prick  LICORICE  encased  in  diaphanous  bulk,  tearing  open  with  BRIMS  RISING,  glossed  and  content.  aromatic  solidity  TWIRLS  between  index,  middle,  AND  pollex,  residing  at  the  gate  of  toxic  ROSE  PETALS.  ❝    it  SUITS  YOU,  by  the  way.  it’s  DEFINITELY  your  color.    ❞   a  simper  is  existent,  nearly  SINCERE,  stout,  BELIEVABLE  riding  to  it’s  full  DECEIT.  pearly  whites  collect  glycyrrhiza  made  entity,  GIGGLES  surpassing.