#vellichvr

[harbiingers]

hi i just wanted 2 say ur blog is rad ok good day

i….i don’t know whether to post this but hi hello thank u omg!!!

[melcdramatics]

( * sticks and stones.

kasher felt himself get beaten up ever single night per usual, whimpering in a fetal position as his knees were pulled close to his chest. he never wanted this in the first place.. and it wasn't even his fault for anything he has done. but to his father, it was always his fault. fucking always stupid kashers fault. it was KASHERS fault for dirty dishes when he never used any. it was always HIS fault of his father not paying the bills on him. it was HIS fault for his fathers alcoholic behavior. him him him him him. the male let the beatings for on for another hour, looking down at the fresh cuts and bruises that had occupied his skin.

his shirt was pulled over his head at the end of the night, the reds from his own cuts were mixed in with the scars of his soulmates. god they were as fucked up as he was.. but their scars said different.. it was along the wrists and thighs and ankles and all places.. that were slashed with a knife like edge.. self harm was all that came to his mind and it stung. his soul mate was going through their own personal and interior pain versus kashers external ones. one day he was going to find them and protect them though everything. and there was no doubt about it.

kasher cleaned himself up when he got in the shower, sobbing hard when all he thought about was how bruised and messed up he really was. how he even let it go on for years at a time and it just — hurt so bad.. he wanted it all to stop. the hot water was bashing down on his deep cuts from the beer bottle hitting his skin. and he let it keep going until he was finished, getting out of the shower and felt— slightly relieved. but only for a second.

at the end of the shower, he went to grab his phone, texting kass at 3 in the morning. he just needed someone to talk to and kass was that person. just felt nice to have the boy around.

kasher ; kass..? are you awake?

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text to -- > bow-ty

STORMIE: today @ the club

STORMIE: this guy shoved monopoly money in my panties

STORMIE: so next time we play monopoly i'm gonna use it okay

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( @vellichvr )

“ well, baby i-i’ll take whatever you got to give. cause i-i’m calling dibs! on your lips, and k-kiss, and heart . . . and y-your time! “

[breathlcss]

@vellichvr

“ oh, no !! i’ve just remembered ---- president’s day is this weekend !! ” 

[daniellecampbclls]

+ @vellichvr​

it had been a rather relaxing day -- after leaving the recording studio around noon, elle had decided to take poppy for a walk around central park, eventually settling down near her favorite one of the duck ponds with a loaf of bread and spending a few hours feeding the feathery creatures.  it’s late evening when she finally decides to call it a night and head to a coffee shop for a bit, standing from her perch on the bench and whistling to get poppy to come-- it’s only when she’s standing and backing up from  hooking up the puppies leash that she bumps into a form that had been behind her, turning abruptly with an apologetic smile on her face. “ oh my gosh, i am so so-- oh ! hi -- wow, it’s been a while. ”

[tircdskin-archive]

         eden arrived at the field, snow drifting down onto his new ( and otherwise prestine ) car. he pulled out his phone to send a last message to his friend to announce his arrival --- or at least he was going to before he noticed the other boy already making his way to the car. rolling down the passenger side window, and leaning towards it, he called out at the other. " AYE, baby, you need a ride ?? " ( @vellichvr )

[atlasliife]

I need muke like rn pls someone give me it

[tircdskin-archive]

~whispers~ we have like 500 other things but i have a michael, muse, and a requited need for muke