#steppedin

[mafiotso-blog]

         “The smell of your smoke,” he starts, turning his wrist in circles to signify wafting. “Is ruining the taste of my scampi.”

@steppedin.  —  sc.

[bloodcountry-blog]

❤ The,

( bolding all that apply | accepting )

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. •I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[teleportia]

@steppedin

      miles is two beers in, a pleasant buzz settling in his brain when he spots a handsome man a few stools down. feeling brave ( it’s the booze, not him, he’ll say, if asked ), the giant sends the bartender down with a shot for the stranger, and then tries to be coy about it, finger idly playing with the napkin under his own untaken shot.