#selfdcstruct

[loveisaviolence2]

 ❛   you know i love your dad.   ❜

@selfdcstruct.

[gloryspent-a]

@selfdcstruct.  ||   liked  for  trash.

                   ❛   ——– the tips of my hair are just fine as is.  ❜  

[desfunctional-a-blog]

this has got to be one of the best days of the year . emilia had been up almost all night cooking with aunt angela to carry on a tradition that , she assumes most people probably find stupid or childish but one that she genuinely enjoys . it's the one day she's allowed to be her overbearingly loving self without as many "yick"s and "bleh"s . it's unusual for her to run into parker before kit ( on account of their homerooms being closer together ) but she's glad she does 'cause she didn't wanna have to watch him watch her steer around the best-looking cupcake that's meant for parker . that sucker is a chocolate cupcake with pink buttercream frosting and heart-shaped sprinkles ; one of many individually wrapped treats , there’s a tag on this one with "PARKER" written as neatly as em could possibly manage .

❝    parker ! hey !    ❞    an attempt at a jog is made clumsy by her extra baggage but the reaches her friend easy and shoves the cupcake in her direction with the brightest grin .    ❝    happy valentine's day , parker !    ❞

@selfdcstruct / vday2k17.

[loveisaviolence2]

✨ (from parker, for kara!)

*    send me ✨ for the aesthetics / feelings my muse relates to yours. *    still accepting.

being the person who you needed when you were younger.   dusk.   snacks as bribes.  you’re made no strides in heroism,  but girls need heroes –––  and so you try.    quiet talks in the kitchen after everyone’s gone to bed.   progress.   magic.   team work.   saving her  (  sometimes her is parker,  sometimes her is your mother,  and sometimes her is you.  )    mothers    (  hers.   yours.   the ache of something maternal in your chest.  )   failing is trying.  self destruction.   the boy you’ve loved since you were seventeen.   pot  (  theirs,  not yours.  )   graveyards.  fathers   (  you don’t want her to lose hers.  )   middle fingers when life is good and rebellion isn’t a tag on someone’s toe.   family.   talks with her girlfriends when she’s not around.  breakfast on the table in the morning and dinner at night  -  little moments of normal right smack in the middle of hell.   washing the smell of cigarettes out of her clothes.   checking the oil in her car.  checking for cracks inside her heart.

[boyfluent-blog]

❝      I  KNOW  THIS  IS  GOING  TO  SOUND  crazy,      but  i  need  your  advice.      ❞   //  @selfdcstruct

[fatedtoendurearchived-blog]

selfdcstruct psa that elena gilbert is a #wine mom

parker: i am the gay tequila aunt then

❛    welcome to the #SQUAD. initiation game : get plastered and prank call your dad.   ❜

[fatedtoendurearchived-blog]

    ❛   WE ARE.   that is, if you want . . . that.  ❜    SHE’S CAREFUL NOT TO PUSH,  but persistent all the same.  she’s seen parker go home alone too many times, and a monster heart rattles within bounds of monstrous capacity; parker knows that the blood bags that go missing are in the basement below the bed she sleeps in, knows about the teeth that tear and probably about the nightmares about the villains that aren’t imagined, and that does not mean elena owes her a place, but it seems fitting all the same. she’s new to this even still, the hands that can kill and the parts of her that still yearn to heal, and sometimes knowing that parker knows these things is comforting when the days get hard and the patients look too familiar, too much like the ghosts she still talks to in the dark.  which means she does owe her something. not a place, maybe, but it’d be nice to have the added comfort of knowing there’s one more person in the house to keep her from ever truly being alone.  ❛   WHAT KAI’S DONE DOESN’T FALL ON YOU.  if you ever get lonely, the door’s open.  ❜

@selfdcstruct.  /  cont.