#walshiisms

[castilo]

                    ❝   wes  and  i  decided  to  throw  a  small  valentine’s  day  dinner  at  my  place  tonight. . .    d’you  wanna  come?    you  can  bring  oliver  if  you  want.    or  not ,  you  know. . .   your  choice.   ❞            /            @walshiisms :      VIA.

[closetofmuses-a-blog]

@walshiisms​ ♥ for a starter

“ so, how did it happen? “ it’s obvious what she’s talking about from the look of pity clear on porcelain features. it’s odd, thinking about connor as a single man. even though he acted like that throughout their friendship, it was always like connor & oliver were just a pair. it seemed easier for them. oliver wasn’t supposed to be caught up in this disgusting mess that was what their lives had become. he was supposed to be shielded away from it ( like asher before ).

[beingannalise-blog]

starter for @walshiisms

So, if you smoke and drink away the pain Face reality again and kill that sorrow Watch the world die slow when you're full of sorrow Sorrow - Copywrite

      ❰    ━   ♛  ━━   A.K.    ❱

                After everyone else leave, Annalise is forced to face the looming darkness and silence that swallows her entire house. The loneliness emerges from the shadows and makes it’s home in her bones. Each night she faces the morning that will come and bring it’s problem, she must face her empty bed and the responsibility that is dropped onto her plate so everyone else can ‘go on with their lives.’ 

Annalise feared the darkness more now than she ever had. It brought back the memories. The blood that should’ve stained her hardwood floors, but after hours of scrubbing - it didn’t. The looped voices that bounced around her brain, in one form or another, an attack on her sanity. ‘I knew you’d put out’ ‘No one will ever love you like that.’ ‘It should have been you.’ ‘It’s your fault.’ The voices never ceased. But over the years, Annalise knew how to quiet them in the absence of other people, especially since Sam’s death.

Most nights ended like this one, all the office lights on to combat the darkness that hung on the borders of the room, fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, other hand repeatedly tipping the contents of a glass down her throat, phone face-down in front of her (she didn’t need to know who was calling - or wasn’t. ) The numbness replacing the quiet.

Frank and Bonnie always exchanged knowing looks when they saw a bottle sitting on the table the following morning - Annalise pretended she didn’t notice in the aftermath of her bender. But she always did. They judged her; even if they’d never openly admit it.

Usually Annalise stopped herself long before this point, but tonight the hatred that had stemmed out from Bonnie’s explosion pushed Annalise further into a valley of sorrow and hatred.

[carmineink-a-blog]

“My sexual preference is often.”

suggestive | @walshiisms

                “ Guess we both have that in common, huh? ”

[carmineink-a-blog]

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i’ll text you | @walshiisms

[ draft: to Connor ] I was kinda wondering if you wanted to come over and have dinner tonight? Maybe stay over? Maybe nothing.

[oliverhxmpton-blog]

@walshiisms

                              " I've been waiting to do that all day. “ [ He grabs Connor and pulls him in for another hard kiss. There’s a rough nip to Connor’s lip and Oliver is pulling back. ]                      “ Please tell me you don’t have to work early tomorrow? “

[oliverhxmpton-blog]

@walshiisms​ said: 

// shush don’t be sorry <3 just get some rest and take care of you xx feel better & if you need anything, you know how to get me okay? [ ooc ]: thanks bb. i love you. <3 i just feel so bad about everything. idk. it’s been a night and i’m probably not going to sleep any time soon. i’m a mess. but thank you for the love and understanding. i really appreciate it. *hugs* 

[vvaitlist-blog]

walshiisms replied to your post “screams all of the actresses i can find with similar facial features...”

// ur lowkey makin me wanna find a fc for a female connor but IDK

gimme all the ladies