𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶,

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙮.

[wrightedgar]

[townfated]

bobby doesn’t deserve rights.

[studyblr]

me: very soft, tries very hard, worries a lot, sleepy, big dreams and aspirations

[shellyjohnson]

[ragefelt-a]

                                    ‘  𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆  !  ’  Yeah,  he’s  read  the  local  paper,  he’s  been  in  town  long  enough  to  acquire  a  room  at  Red  Diamond  City  Motel.  The  kind  of  motel  that  one  doesn’t  LIKE  to  admit  that  they’ve  stayed  at,  the  kind  of  motel  that  had  a  certain  reputation.  Rumored  to  be  one  of  MANY  hotels  that  Laura  Palmer  had  frequented  before  her  untimely  end.  Charming,  Twin  Peaks  they’re  all  the  same.  One  would’ve  thought  Jackson  would’ve  warmed  to  the  small  town;  hell  they  had  enough  flannel.  ‘  𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒚’𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏’ 𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒐 … 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆.  ’

                                      Jackson  won’t  touch  Ben  Horne  not  for  all  the  money  in  the  world,  the  guy  couldn’t  be  trusted,  and  now  ? It  appeared  that  the  guy  was  almost  certifiably  insane. ‘  𝑪’𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚                     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕.  ’  He  sets  the  paper  aside  as  he  shakes  head,  and  deeply  inhales.  ‘  𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏’ 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏’ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒚’𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏’ 𝒈𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒌. 𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒔.  ’  

            starter       .       /      @shellyjohnnson

[townfated]

          DAMP  CLOTH  IN  ONE  HAND,   SHE  TURNS  HER  HEAD  TOWARDS  THE  SOUND  OF  HIS  VOICE.     there’s  a  particularly  stubborn  stain  upon  the  tabletop,    just  a  few  down  from  jax’s  own,    his  voice  carrying  through  the  nearly  -   empty  diner.    there’s  a  few  truckers  that  take  their  time  with  finishing  their  breakfast,    forks  scraping  plates,    sticky  with  warm  syrup  and  bacon  fat.    and  then  there’s  jax,    who  has  his  own  private  booth  at  this  point,    instinctively  yearning  to  sit  alone  and  near  the  window,    and  shelly  is  always  happy  to  accommodate.    

         she  finds  herself  trailing  towards  his  booth,    lips  pressing  up,   smile  growing  ample  at  her  cheeks,   blush  -  warm  and  amused.    spray  -  bottle  hangs  off  the  lip  of  her  apron,   falteringly  close  to  slipping  but  never  does.     she  makes  a  show  of  waving  her  hand  dismissively,    a  roll  of  crystal   -   blues.     ❝     i   don’t  know  why  you  read  that,   it  only  riles  you  up.     ❞     her  mouth  sets  after  awhile,    smile  falling  from  playful  disposition.     thin  arms  cross  over  her  bust,   rag   tucked  into  her  hand.    pink  tongue  swipes  at  the  edge  of  her  mouth  in  thought,   vague  shake  of  her  head  that  only  causes   caramel  curls  to  fall  forward.    ❝     you   really  think  so?    this  town’s  full  of  men  like  him,   step  on  people  just  to  get  a  little  higher.   it’s  in  the  water,    i  think.    ❞

[townfated]

skyhaunts‌.

he breathes out a laugh. the huff through his nose almost sounds too loud in the autumn night, but so does everything else. the crunch of gravel under his tires, the soughing sound from the trees beyond them, the rap of knuckles against the door—each still ringing in his ears. the cicadas are gone, and in their place, alarming self-awareness. hands shoved into the pockets of a worn leather jacket, timothy manages a smile, a slight curve of his lips that doesn’t betray the nerves humming under his skin. just for a second.

        “yeah,” comes the reply before he’s quickly adding, “only if you don’t mind. wouldn’t want to impose or anythin’.”

           DISPOSITION  WARM,     SLEEP  -  DRAWN  VOICE.    soft,    tentative  touch  as  she  reaches  for  him,    takes  a  hold  of  his  forearm,    pulling.     and  she  smiles,     pink  -  blushed  lips   dark  against   the  pale  image  of  her  face.     shelly  tugs  again,    seemingly  silent  in  her  invitation  until   she  says    :     ❝     why   would   i  mind?    ❞     the  leather  of  his  jacket  is  cool   to  the  touch,    and  she’s  ever  so  mindful  of  the  dwindling  weather  just  outside.     bare  feet  slide  backward,   leading  him  inside  of  her  home,    furnace  set  high,   the  smell  of  brewing  coffee  sunken  into  the  panels  of  the  walls and  carpet.     ❝     c’mon,    it’s   cold,    timothy.    i’ll   make  you  something  to  drink.    ❞

[townfated]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂    /   𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙲!

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 :   bonfires,   competitiveness,   hand veins,   loud laughs,  messy hair,   sneaking out at 2am,   abandoned beaches,   stray dogs,  candle lights,   body language,  creaking floorboards,   ouija boards,   having no regrets,   karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 :   house plants,  oversized sweaters,  soft hands,  fuzzy socks,   visiting big cities,  snoozing your alarm clock,  the color yellow,   vanilla-scented candles,  aloe vera,  fruit smoothies,  baking cookies,  the mom friend,   loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 :   femme fatale movies,   in love with female villains,  sharp eyeliner,  quick-witted,   does things out of spite,  do no harm but take no shit,   in love with dogs,  probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it,  easily excited,   ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 :   mermaids,  easily infatuated by love,   smelling flowers,   picnics in open fields,   gets sad when thinking about the past,   impressed easily,  daydreaming in class,   plucking fresh fruit,   loves fashion,   would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 :   confident in what they do,   kill them with kindness,  high ponytails,   probably wants to visit paris once,   not afraid to tell the truth,   in love with cute animals,  the one to lift others up,  good at teamwork,  the warm feeling of summer,   dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 :   pastel markers,  the smell of lavender,   has a welcoming vibe around them,  actually organized,  scrunchies,  neat notes,  loves going to museums,  probably into photography, neutral colors,   handwritten letters,   stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 :   soft blankets,  cuddling the ones you love,  always standing up for your friends, hopeless spurned romantic,   can be very distant,   can be a little dramatic,  pretty hair,  dresses nicely,  tries to be popular on social media,  optimistic,   humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 :   cottages in the woods,  in love with greek mythology,   vintage t-shirts,  really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know,  determined,   moonlight,   pretty handwriting,  into the retro aesthetic,  rainy days,  doesn’t judge people,  cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 :   always ready for an adventure,  street smart,   wants to travel the world someday,   doesn’t easily trust people,   alcohol,   paintbrushes,  can’t sit still,  untied shoelaces,   tangled up earphones,  blasting music at midnight,   eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 :   cold aura,   coffee is what keeps them going,  probably hasn’t slept in two days,   actually a big softie,  high-waisted jeans,   cute pet videos,   small apartments,  has too many notebooks,  often goes to the library,  writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 :   loves to paint & do any kind of art,   wants to live at the seaside,  knows a lot of random facts,  shares food,  messy notes,   bullshits an entire essay,   graffiti,  has their own distinct style,  wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 :   old teddy bears,  unsent love letters,  mom-jeans,   loves to sing,   feels at home by the ocean,  writes poetry,  hard-workers,  always up for deep conversations,  probably did the stupid thing,  open curtains,   a soft breeze.

tagged  by  :   @blckaiser​ loml tagging  :   @skyhaunts​ / @roadtaster​ / @robertbriggs​ / @leftlimp​ / @farmorepersonal​ 

[madchenamicksource]

[townfated]

skyhaunts‌.

his eyes drift to the mug placed in front of him. that ugly little ache in his chest dulls the slightest bit, and he wonders how she does it — makes everything a little easier. he wonders if she’s even aware of it.

calloused digits reach out and skim the edge of the napkin.

        “yeah,” timothy croaks out before clearing his throat. it’s well into the morning, almost noon, but he’d only woken up an hour ago. shot right out of bed and headed straight to the diner. he still has the remnants of sleep clogging up his throat and clouding his gaze, even as he speaks and hums and rubs his eyes until he’s seeing spots in his peripherals. it comes back and back again, stubbornly reminding him of the rest he’d so quickly given up, as if his body is afraid he’ll spend another forty-plus hours wide awake. and he knows, as he picks up the cup of coffee in front of him, that he very likely will. “—creepy,” his mumble is clearer this time, aided by a sip of caffeine.

somewhere behind him is the hum of an open door, sounds of birds and cars and life pour inside before being shut away with the entrance of another hungry patron. there’s the vague realization that he should’ve picked a better time to stop and chat. then the vaguer realization that he shouldn’t be doing this in the first place—stopping by, unburdening himself, monopolizing her time. he wonders if she ever gets tired of his whining, if she’s struck with weariness the second she sees him. he knows she’s too kind to ever say anything. and he’s too selfish to ever ask.

        “i guess it does seem… impossible.” but the fact of the matter is, it happened. something happened. and now the ranch is five cattle short and timothy is no closer to feeling like his house is actually a home. impossible should be right, but it isn’t. his hands curl around the mug, searching for something to ground him. “i don’t know, i just— i wish it made sense. i just wanna slap a practical explanation on it and stop thinking about it.”

         THE  SMELL  OF  COFFEE  AND  FRESHLY  BAKED  PASTRIES.     windows  have  fogged  from  the  cool  morning  air,     vaguely   she’s  reminded  every  time  the  bell  rings  and  the  door  opens,   welcoming  another  patron.     delicate  fingers  tighten  around  the  handle  of  the  coffee  pot,    setting  it  to  the  side  when  the  trucker’s  cup  in  front  of  her  is  filled  to  the  brim.      it’s  awhile  before  she  has  time  to  settle  once  more  in  front  of  timothy,    as  she’s  swept  into  the  chaos  of  the DOUBLE  -  R,    apologetic  glances  thrown  over  her  shoulder  towards  him  in  dismay,     always  the  girl  who  does  her  best  to  make  time  for  him,   even  when  she  may  not  have  any  for  herself.

        shelly  is  flagged  down  to  another  table,    next  the  booths  against  the  wall,   curiously  taking  a  risky  glimpse  at  the  clock  above  the  main  door   -    how  much  longer  until   norma  comes  in?        she’s  back  to  timothy  before  she  knows  it,   briefly  touching  his  shoulder,   half  -  hearted  smile  given.    just   a  moment,   just  a  sense  of  comfort.    back  around  the  main  counter,    tips  shuffled  into  the  pockets  of  her  apron.    the  girl  has  to  laugh  at  jokes  that  aren’t  really  funny,    allow  unwelcome  glances  in  her  direction,    deal   with  a  fussy  baby  or  a  demanding  grandmother.    no   room  to  really  complain  about  it  all. 

        when  she’s  given  a  small  moment  of  peace,   the  pace  wearing  down  as  tables  eat  and  leave,   shelly’s  attention  diverts  to  timothy  once  again.    his  voice  is  easy  to  pick  out  of  many  others,    she  pulls  just  a  slight  face  -   eyebrows  arching,   head  cocking,    most  of  her  weight  leans  towards  him.    as  if  he  has  his  own  orbit,    she’s  inclined  to  grow  as  close  as  possible.    ❝    no,    it  get  it,  timothy.    i  do.    ❞    but  shelly  also  doesn’t,   spoken  with  clear  hesitance  and  uncertainty,   the  need  to  be  some  type  of  reasoning  anchor  in  his  long  line  of  questions.    ❝    just   -   just,    you  look  tired,   you  know  that?   if  we’re  going  to  talk,   can  you  at  least  eat?    tell  me  what  you  want  and  i’ll  put  the  order  in,   no  charge.     ❞

        with  her  free  hand,    she  reaches  across  the  countertop   and  brushes  her  fingers  along  his,    folding  her  palm  over  his  knuckles,   noting  the  callous  feel  of  his  skin,   the  little  nicks  and  scars  that  comes  with  his  work.    and  she  tries  to  smile  again,    blush  -  worn  lips  curling  at  the  edges.    ❝    please?    ❞

[townfated]

roadtaster‌.

❛    i  was  visitin’  my  brother.     ❜  sentence  short,  dismissive,  &  not  wholly  untrue.  mike  accepts  the  coffee  gratefully,  taking  a  long  swallow  before  placing  it  neatly  back  on  the  table.  his  foot’s  propped  up  next  to  him  -  he  had  it  up  on  the  table  earlier,  until  he  was  SCOLDED  for  his  lack  of  manners  -,  &  he  pulls  a  face.    ❛     TCHK,    ❜  tongue  clicks,  hand  wrapped  around  the  mug,  keeping  him  warm.   ❛     if  you’re  just  gonna  make  fun  of  me,  shelly,  forget  about  it.    ❜

           SHE  PICKS  UP  ON  THE  TONE  WITH  EASE,    EYEBROWS  QUIRKING.    notepad  is  tucked  away  into  her  apron,    pen  clicked  several  times  before  shelly  smiles,   dimples  flashing  in  the  ample  curves  of  her  cheeks.    ❝     i’m  not.    i  worry  about  you,   you  know.    you  up  and  leave  without  saying  anything.    ❞     goodnaturedly,   the  waitress  swats  at  his  foot  upon  the  surface  of  the  table,   lips  setting  into  a  line  across  her  face.     ❝     fine,   fine.   be  a  baby  about  it.    but  you’re  still  not  paying  for  the  food.    ❞

[altmode]

[townfated]

skyhaunts‌.

despite taking note of its vacancy when he arrived, his eyes still dart around the diner, checking that they’re alone. somewhere among the commotion there had been an apology for the fright, a stuttered “sorry” as he laughed with her, but now he’s the one caught off guard. eyebrows raised and grin intact, he looks at her before shaking his head.

        “i don’t know if you wanna dance with me,” he breathes out with another laugh. even as he says it, he’s reaching for her hands. the first upbeat note from the jukebox makes him wrinkle his nose, and he has two left feet with a list of high school gym partners willing to vouch for him, yet timothy can’t bring himself to say no. so he holds her hands, and doesn’t move while his gaze flickers to them, hesitating. “i don’t know what the hell i’m doing. how do you even dance to this?”

         ❛    𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙺𝙰𝚈, 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝙺𝙰𝚈!     ❜     laughter tastes sweet on her tongue,  lights up her eyes.   and she looks at him,  really and truly looks at him,  fingers intertwining when he takes her hands in his.   stretches her arms out to hold him away from her,  only to pull him back in gently,  chest-to-chest.   a soft sway to the music,  no matter how fast-paced it is,  laid thick on the guitar and drums.   ❛    𝙷𝙼, 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚃? 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝚃?    ❜     cheeks are pink with a visible flush,  playful girl,  smiling at him,  white of her teeth revealed past the cherry-blush of her lips.   

            𝘖𝘏, 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘓𝘌𝘛 𝘔𝘌 𝘎𝘖. 𝘖𝘏, 𝘐 𝘎𝘖𝘛 𝘈 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘋 𝘖𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜!     maybe he’s a little too nice to her,  norma would’ve already grown tired of it all,  the jukebox was kept to very precise music selections.   but she’s tossing curls over her shoulder,  frizzy and damp from the sweat of a long work day,   breath heavy with her laugh,  lifting her chin higher to meet his eyes again.   her eyebrows pick up in interest,  dimples flashing.   ❛    𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 ---    ❜    𝘖𝘏, 𝘖𝘏 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘐𝘊!     ❛    𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶?    ❜

[madchenamicksource]

[townfated]

“Nothing… I just came to say goodnight.”

         ❛    𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻. 𝙸'𝙼 𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳.    ❜     she’s smiling, dimples in her cheeks and eyes alight.   just to play up the act, shelly holds a hand to her chest, fake swooning, smile only growing a fraction when she meets his gaze with her own.  the temperature is cooler tonight, the beginnings of autumn, fallen leaves and dreary clouds.  voice softer now, her weight leans against her door, hum comes gentle from parted lips.    ❛     …  𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙽?  𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴?  𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳.    ❜          /          @skyhaunts   +   euphoria !

[townfated]

you have another nightmare?

           ❛    𝙸 𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃.    ❜     is her downcast response, her gaze hasn’t moved from the steaming coffee mug in front of her, smoothing past the rim with the tip of her thumb.   the quiet seems deafening when she is alone, his presence a beacon that she yearns for.   tentative and uncertain eyes lift to his face, voice soft when she speaks.     ❛     𝚂𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴? 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴?     ❜         /         @robertbriggs  +  sentence meme !

[kristina100000]

sorry for being so sexy i dont know whats wrong with me

[melamemea]

euphoria. episode two.

sentences drawn from the series ‘euphoria’ on HBO. trigger warnings apply; drug use, sex, rough language. viewer discretion is advised. 

“Sometimes, when I get really high, I think I’m a psychic.”

“Every video was basically the same.”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You’re a strong man.”

“You have an… iron will… drive… determination.”

“I always admired that in you.”

“No one in this world will ever root for you.”

“The farther you go, the sharper the blade.”

“Alright, let’s fucking go.”

“He loved the crowds, the cheers and the feeling of winning.”

“Bu the hated being in the locker room.”

“He hated how casual his teammates were about being naked.”

“He’d always make sure to remain eye contact.”

“They had a good relationship.”

“He didn’t like his mother either.”

“He made a long mental checklist about what he liked and didn’t like.”

“There was nothing more he hated on earth than body hair.”

“It made him feel good that he was there to protect her.”

“If anyone ever tried to hurt you, I’d kill them.”

“(name) could be a real bitch.”

“He had anger issues, but so did every other guy.”

“It was just… who he was and who he’d always be.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing… I just came to say goodnight.”

“I was feeling good about the world.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Wanna get high?”

“What is it?”

“Didn’t you just get out of rehab.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“I feel like this isn’t a good idea.”

“Do you feel anything?”

“I know you’re not allowed to say it… but drugs are kind of cool.”

“I mean, they’re cool before they wreck your skin… and your family.”

“It’s actually a very narrow window of cool.”

“This is embarrassing. I feel like everyone knows.”

“I just… I don’t wanna deal with all the fucking questions.”

“Wait… You’re alive?”

“Why does everyone think we fucked?”

“Alcohol is not good for me.”

“Honestly, I think I blacked out.”

“What’s your reddit username?”

“Please don’t do this to me.”

“Tell me a five minute story about your summer.”

“Just… relax your body. Release the tension.”

“Just breathe.”

“So… this… this summer?”

“I’m having… trouble remembering something.”

“I remember listening to this song with my mother and… sister…”

“I know you know this song.”

“Are you doing drugs in my house?”

“What are you doing ?”

“I’m not joking.”

“Dad’s so fucking proud.”

“Get off of me.”

“Back the fuck up and let me out of this fucking house.”

“I’m sorry but I — I can’t think of anything.”

“Do I have to do this?”

“You’re being fucking rude.”

“Are you okay?”

“You are so fucking stupid.”

“I don’t — I don’t want you to fucking check me.

“You gonna fucking help me?”

“Give me a fucking break. This does not means we are best friends.”

“Sorry if I miss the old you.”

“Yeah I slept like shit too.”

“Miss you.”

“I speak to them whenever I can.”

“He was too out of to notice that I was high.”

“Do you mind!?”

“Hey, uh, I’m gonna need you to do a big favor.”

“Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

“Uh, I’m gonna be right back.”

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“She never admitted it, and no one could ever prove it.”

“Everyone knew it was her.”

“It probably felt like we all knew.”

“That’s the weird thing about the internet.”

“We need to talk.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You know what? Fuck it.”

“Delete the video off your own.”

“I heard a disturbing rumor.”

“Frankly, it’s… offensive.”

“Is it because I’m fat?”

“Well I’m — I’m — I can’t apologize enough.”

“You guys pumped?”

“I, 100 percent, do not feel safe right now.”

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m over it.”

“Breathing is clearly not a priority for you.”

“Fuck.”

“You wanna come over for dinner tonight?”

“I’m gonna binge watch some Madoka Magica.”

“Maybe you could come over… later?”

“Are you talking about me to your mom?”

“I’m such a loser.”

“I just want to say that I’m sorry.”

“So, what’s in store for friday night, hm?”

“Yeah, she’s a pretty cool girl.”

“I tell ya, it’s not easy to hold her attention.”

“She’s a good girl. She’s got a good heart. Handle with care.”

“Stop talking to him!”

“Ooh, you look so pretty.”

“Hey… wanna watch a movie?”

“Why don’t you let me take you out tonight?”

“I don’t know. Text me.”

“No cell phones during dinner.”

“I don’t think I have an attention span for real life anymore.”

“Hey, open the door!”

“What do you want?”

“Open the fucking door.”

“Too late, bitch.”

“I can’t help you right now.”

“Yo, I ain’t playing with you.”

“I’m fucking drenched.”

“I don’t got shit for you.”

“This is dead serious.”

“I could fucking kill you right now.”

“Look, I’m serious.”

“These dudes ain’t fucking around.”

“Like I haven’t earned my due.”

“Look at my stats.”

“Shit pisses me off.”

“You want to kill him?”

“Let’s fucking kill him.”

“It’s not funny. This motherfucker really pisses me off.”

“I though about you all week. I’m dying to fuck you.”

“Why you gotta make everything so sexual?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to have a real-ass conversation with you.”

“I’m — I’m sorry.”

“It’s cool. It’s alright.”

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.”

“You know that feeling when you come so hard you can’t feel or hear shit?”

“Dear god, I know I’ve been a cunt, but please —”

“What the fuck, man?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Who the fuck are you, man?”

“I was the one who was saying no.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“Don’t do this, please.”

“Get on your knees.”

“Hey, get on your knees, come on.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I’m gonna ask you a question —”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings today.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“I really love spending time with you.”

“Are you in bed? can I see?”

“You are so beautiful”

“Oh shit.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s under the covers?”

“Nudes? Please, I’m so horny.”

“I got you a present.”

“Ew.”

txt: are you awake?

txt: look who it is

txt: i know…

txt: is it weird that i missed talking to you today?

txt: u give me butterflies

txt: i just realized i don’t even know your name