#themdamnedbones

[damnedbones]

> Curl up.

> ... Kind of regret what you’d said back to Samedi, but... it’s already been said. Gender and identity talk is the last kind of thing you’d wanted to discuss before attempting sleep in the afternoon, but it happened. Sam happened.

> And he keeps happening.

> ... and you’re kind of okay with it. Either way you feel awful for this kind of thing coming up unintentionally with Sam before Bones. Bonesie. You miss him already (and hate yourself for it). Dread the seemingly swift upcoming of such a conversation with him before finally drifting off to a light, periodically interrupted sleep.

[damnedbones]

Bones I see that post you reblogged and we need to talk.

[damnedbones]

(Bonesie): Wow~ :o*

You are my:[] Acquaintance [] Friend?[] Stranger[x] Boyfriend/Girlfriend[] Love Interest[x] Best Friend[] Enemy[] Nemesis[x] Other (I’d probably wager soulmate)

I think you’re:[] Ugly[] Ok[] Pretty[x] Beautiful[x] Gorgeous[x] Sexy[x] Hot

We should:[x] Fight[x] Fuck[x] Kiss [] Make love [x] Text[x] Watch films

I:[x] Like You[] Hate You[x] Love You[x] Know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

{{ I secretly:[] Hate You[] Love You[] Like You[] Dislike You[x] Appreciate everything you do for me but feel like I’m not good enough or that nothing I do to return the sentiment matches it quite right. }}

Should you reblog this?[x] Yes[] No

[damnedbones]

Speakin a food, it reminded my ass all in an offhand way that I emptied my moneyjar a couple times so far. A brother knows how to get his motherfucking niceties on.

themdamnedbones should I count all the shit you accumulated into that motherfucker or what.

[damnedbones]

> It’s late, you’re hungry and exhausted so you opt for sleep. A week of chillin around your boyfriend’s hive and basically clinging to him whenever possible has done you so well. Lots of tangled words were jammed, pulled and ironed out to make some sense and bring relief. Sigh and curl into him as he wraps around you, keeping you safe. Fingers mingling in each other’s hair, sharing each other’s breath… it’s comfortable. You’re safe, you’re loved. You want to do more to return the sentiment. Kiss the corner of his mouth and nuzzle in.

"Pale for you boo."

> It doesnt feel like enough. Maybe you’ll treat him to breakfast.

[konidhaghanni]

themdamnedbones liked your post

Yo. :o)

[themdamnedbones-blog]

I guess I am boning skulls~

[damnedbones]

Good cuz we got the rest of the motherfuckin week.

[damnedbones]

> Type up a quick notification for the shop, briefly explaining that it'll be closed for a week due to a shortage of necessities and should be up and running thereafter. Thank them for patience with the inconvenience, sprinkle the entire thing with sickeningly polite and professional words, blah blah blah, done. Post it up on the site, link it through your social networking.

> Set out some food and water for the cat, grab a change of clothes, your paint, some drugs, Moloch's provisions, whatever, and fit them into your bag. Only take what comfortably fits. It's a bit after midday, you're wearing some scrubby ass motherfucking sweats and a tank, paintless and looking like hell but whatever. Kinda cold but you're still cute. Kiss the kitty, kiss Nicola, slip on some flipflops and just kind of shuffle onto the transportalizer with your baby bat.

> Show up at Bonesie's with tons of silent noise in your sponge. :'o)