#worst starter ever

[hcstage]

❛ es el mejor vino que he probado en un tiempo. ❜ responde cuando deja la copa sobre la mesa, ofreciendo una sonrisa a su acompañante. ❛ ¿qué cosecha dices que es? ❜ @stanrock-start​

[noahpuckerdale-blog]

Too bad blowing shit up isn’t the theme of every day. I miss the 4th already. What’s everybody up to? Ya boy is bored.

[hfrtveit]

Before I played Christian I never been the man to think that there is such a thing as love at first sight. I am with someone right now, I know I am very happy, I know I want to be with them. Happiness is the key to love and life. When I am ready to tell the person I love them I will, but for the most party I have been using song lyrics. I love you to the till the end of time, singing out this song and I will be by your side is song lyrics. Hasn’t everyone seen Moulin Rouge?  I think honestly just had to rant about this I am sorry. If someone wants to help me with my little rant please do, I would love to bounce thoughts off each other.

[bloodsoakedfangs]

Riley dialed Mari’s number. As it rang he contemplated what to say. It had been a little while since they saw each other and he wanted to see her again.  He couldn’t help but think about her.  “Are you doing anything tonight, Mari?”

@thefailingthief

[irafuckingwesley]

     After a long day of pretending to be someone else, reading line after line.   Lie after lie. Wes allowed his half asleep self to be guided into a bar located in the outskirts of mid-town Manhattan. Paying no attention to whether or whether not anyone had noticed him as either the character he portrayed or the ‘big time actor’ Ira Wesley persona his manager developed for him. He just wanted a drink, possibly two, three, or twelve. He just really wanted food (and someone to spend the night with but food was preferred.) Eagerly, he had turned in his seat, scanning the bar for a friendly or familiar face. Once he stumbled upon their glaze, Wes made his way towards them.  Drink in hand, the male stood there and asked, “Do you know where I can get a fucking burger right now?”

[bethsfletcher-blog]

          Although she rarely brought her tools home, Bethany always seemed to be losing her Phillip’s head screwdriver. The smaller tool was always getting misplaced, probably because it was so small. She searched her desk one more time before looking through the drawers for the third time. Muttering under her breath as she did so, Bethany’s eyes scanned the entire room after she didn’t find the driver in the drawers. Maybe it was on the floor? Her office was a mess and it was times like this that she knew she should probably have some sort of organizational system instead of the thousands of different of wires everywhere and extra computer parts all over the room. Crouching down on the floor, she looked to see if it had fallen on the floor and promptly bumped her head on the under side of the desk. “Ouch!” she exclaimed, but spotted the screwdriver and reached for it. “There you are.” Bethany grabbed the tool and sat on the floor for a moment, clutching the screwdriver in one hand and holding the top of her head with the other hand. 

[blvckbirdx-blog1]

( DÍA DE MUERTOS )

                                                             + Clan Komorebi.

Todos los camposantos abarrotados por familias que llevan comida a sus muertos, cirios y veladoras que iluminan el camino hecho de flores para aquellos que vendrán. A Fernanda le encantaba todo el significado de aquella tradición, siempre siendo de las primeras en colocar una ofrenda en su casa y disfrutando el aroma del incienso que tan característico era en esos días. Pero este año era diferente, dos muertes se sumaban a la lista de seres queridos que habían fallecido y una de ellas aún estaba demasiado reciente, el dolor era palpable como una herida recién hecha.

Decide ir a Pátzcuaro de manera independiente, porque no le parece mala idea poder ver de cuerpo presente a aquellos con los que está conectada y significan tanto para ella, ignorando cualquier tipo de invitación proveniente por los causantes de todas sus desgracias. Se encuentra en uno de los panteones más emblemáticos de Pátzcuaro, ayudando a decorar aquellas tumbas de quienes sus familiares se han olvidado. Flores de Cempasúchil y Moco de Pavo regadas por todo su alrededor, mientras ella se ocupa realizando una cruz con los pétalos de las mismas.

— ¿Podrías pasarme esos cirios, por favor? — Habla sin saber exactamente a quién se dirige, simplemente apunta a sus espaldas al lugar donde deberían de estar dichos objetos.

[goin-ansolo-blog]

The last couple have days have been amazing, I honestly forgot it was possible to be so happy. The whole thing makes me nervous that bad is on the way but I guess until then I am going to enjoy feeling like a giddy, love-stricken idiot while watching Death Note on Netflix. Life is good y'all. How is everyone else?