#wallflowerminds

[thepluviophilelove-blog]

I'm off in my own world most of the time. Truth be told; it's better there.

[sparkedliights-blog]

-- && "Wait, what? I don't -- look, I'm up for parties and all, but spin the bottle sounds so childish, man.." Connor basically whined, refusing to go to a 'basic' party if it didn't have weed and alcohol; his vices for parties. "Do I have to go? Did we even get the band together?" He asked, officially and automatically high off his mind, just waiting for a simple answer from his friend.

[sparkedliights-blog]

--- && On Saturdays, Connor was free to do whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted or whatever. But -- hanging with the most important person really didn't apply to all of that because he could be himself when he was with the other person and that was all, honestly. They were hanging in his room; listening to music and contemplating things.. well, he was. "Hey, you think.. we'll be like stars?" He asked, his gaze at the other person in his room -- his colorful room filled with posters of his favorite bands on his wall. "It's only logic!" He added, giving a soft chuckle, awaiting their answer. Connor wasn't blitzed out on his weed or anything, he was just himself.. for once. "Think about it..." He chimed in, listening to the lyrics of Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys, his fingers tapping along to the beat.

[wallflowerminds-blog]

Patrick & Kyle// Runaways

write-on-walls

Patrick sighed as he sat in his room. Lately, he had been feeling nothing but depressed and restless. So many things had been going downhill and he just wanted to get away from it all. He wanted to pack up his bags and just start over somewhere. Patricked up is phone and shit his best friend a text.

[text]: runaway with me? We could go anywhere.

He talked like this all the time, but this time, part of him wasn't kidding. He was ready to do it, but starting over somewhere new and alone didn't sound like the best option.

[sparkedliights-blog]

{ &. wallflowerminds }

Connor was in his room, getting high off god knows what and loving it. Yes, he loved it, really. The more he did it, the more he was calm and relaxed and maybe he was a lite angry at times, but that was his own effect to getting high. Inhaling and exhaling, Connor let out a breathy laugh, waving his hand along the smoke. "Dude -- you gotta try this." He said, letting out another laugh - more like a cackle, soon putting the lit substance against his lips once more.

[vagareforwander]

wallflowerminds​

Opening the door of Wallflower Ink and walking in, Emerson pulled the folded up tattoo design he’d printed onto a piece of paper out of his back pocket and gave the man behind the counter a lazy smile. He explained that he was a walk-in, and where he wanted the tattoo placed. Nodding in understanding, he began filling out the necessary paperwork and handed the man his I.D. He’d never been to this particular tattoo studio before, but a friend had told him about it. It’d been nearly three years since Emerson had gotten a tattoo and he didn’t want to go back to the one he was used to - for good reason. “Ivy will be with you soon.” He thanked the man as he handed him back his license, and adjusted the beanie on his head. Taking a deep breath, Emerson sat down to wait. He didn’t have to wait long. Barely two minutes later, a petite blonde emerged from the back room. “Hey.” He smiled at her, offering her a hand shake. 

[the-gang-and-i]

Help ~ wallflowerminds

“Please” his voice was weak and trembling “I need help” he was currently in an alley way, leaning against the side of a building “Someone help” he cries out trying to make his voice sounds noticeable he saw a girl turning his head, but not making is able to happen. His whole body was in pain, he was bleeding, in more places than one. 

[wallflowerminds-blog]

Closed Starter//Birds Of A Feather.

Ivy had become very attached to a certain bench she found in the park not too far from her apartment. It was deeper in the park, there were trees and bushes, it almost felt like a forest if you canceled out the sounds of the city.

She would come whenever she had the chance, usually before or after work. It had become a routine of hers without her even noticing. She felt calm there. Every now and then a small animal would greet her. Sometimes it was a random cat passing by, other days it was a squirrel. She had begun to bring treats for the animals, she even did her research to see which treats certain animals perfered.

Ivy walked down the familiar path, she had her headphones in and was quietly humming along to her music. She was wearing a black skirt with a top to match. Her outfit seemed to flow in the slight breeze. As she reached her favorite spot she sat down and took out one headphone. She opened her purse and took out a bag of trail mix. It had different things that different animals could eat if they were to join her. She sang, making sure to keep her voice soft, to the song that she had been listeinng to.

"If I live to see the seven wonders I'll make a path to the rainbow's end I'll never live to match the beauty again The rainbow's end"