sign of the times.

i've been so caught in the motions forgetting right where my home is. these are the moments i'm missing. as understood by taylor. he/him/his. 19. est

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                                            BIOGRAPHY HERE.

     "  it  was  self  defense.  "    he  states  in  a   calm   tone   ,   looking  over  at  the  person  a  couple  tables  besides  him  in  the  nearly  empty  coffee  shop.  he   knows   what  they're  thinking.  he'd  noticed  they'd  been   staring   at  him  ever  since  he  entered  the  room.  unfortunately   ,   he  was   locally   famous   due  to  his  past.    "  they  told  you  i  killed  him  in  cold  blood   ,   didn't  they   ?   "    he  assumed  with  a  bitter   ,   bitter  laugh.  of  course   ,   the   real  story   never  circled  the  town.     "  if  you  wanna  go  on  thinking  that  i'm  some   dangerous   murderer   ,   by  all  means   ,   but  it's  not  true.  "

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                                           biography here. 

           it   doesn't   take  long   for   the   male   to   realize   that   the   female   across   the   room   clearly   doesn't   want   to   participate   in   the   conversation   with   the   male   in   front   of   her.   when   he   grabs   her   wrist   ,   that's   when   he   sets   his   vodka   down   and   makes   his   way   across   the   room.   putting   his   hand   on   the   males   chest   ,   he   backs   him   away   from   the   female.   he   wasn't   going   to   back   away   from   a   fight   ,   if   that's   what   it   came   to.   given   all   the   training   he's   had   from   being   in   the   military  ,   he's   never   lost   one   yet.       ”   do   we   have   a   problem  here   ?   ”      he   questions   ,   turning   his   attention   towards   the   female   while   keeping   the   males   shirt   in   his   clenched   fist.

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    i’m sorry things have been quiet on this blog for awhile. i needed a break (my mental health was not good) but i’m back and feeling well again. thanks for being patient with me. i’m gonna tackle some drafts but i realize that a lot of them are at least a few weeks old so if i reply to anything that anyone wanted to drop just hmu and we can do something else :-)

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  hey pals  ,  give this post for a lyric starter  !                      (   muses here.   )

[akanesource]

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          “  no   ,  fuck  you    !     you   handcuffed   me    !   ”

[colinford]

#ITSONUS to stop sexual harassment.

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             starter  for  @thehiddenearp     /    starter  call.

      "   i  can't  believe  that  i  agreed  to  watch  this  with  you.  "    waverly  mutters  as  her  knees  are  pulled  up  tightly  to  her  chest   ,   attempting  to   discreetly   use  them  to  block  her  view  of  the  horror  movie  playing  on  the  television.     "  you  know  what's  a  better  halloween  movie.  the  nightmare  before  christmas.  we  should  put  that  on   !   "

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                  starter  for  @nocturnalaniimals   /    starter call.

       “  come  on   ,   star   !   are  you  gonna  help  me  carve  these  pumpkins  or  not  ?  “

[alecslightwood]

The Bold Type meme: [½] Wardrobes → Jane Sloan

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                     hazedsea.

              normally  lennox  was  very  shy  ,   very  private  ,   not  one  to  stray  from  what  she  knew.  but ,  right  now  she  could  do  with  a  friend  ,   even  if  it  was  a  stranger.   her chest  felt  so  heavy  ,  almost  CRUSHED  ,  she  had  never  felt  heartbreak  quite  like  this.   “    thank  you.  my  mother  always  had  a  thing  for  weird  names.     “     lennox  wriggles  a little  against  the bench  ,  the  wood  digging  into  her  back  ever  so  slightly.     “   it’s  nice to  meet  you  ,  anna.    “     pale  girl  is  giving  the  other  a  smile   (   though it comes out as a wince.   )      “    the  worst.     “     the  words  are  leaving  her  mouth    &   meeting  the  cold  air  as  a  mumble.      “     people  are  shitty  ,  right    ?    “      she  knows  the  answer  to  the  question  ,  but  ,  she  wants  confirmation  that  she’s  not  the  only  one  who  thinks  so.

                 a   light   roll  of  her  shoulders  and  she  tilts  her  head  as  she  looks  at  the  female  besides  her.    "  i  don't  think  it's   weird.  "   not  that  she's  sure  that  it  even   matters    to  the  other  female   ,   she  still  tells  her.     "  you  too.  "    she  smiles  weakly.  lifting  a  hand  up  to  wipe  the  raindrops  off  of  her  face  before  pulling  her  hood  up  over  her  head.  hoping  to   attempt   to  keep   somewhat   dry.    "  i'm  sorry  to  hear  that.  "    she  apologizes   ,   referencing  to  her  having  a  shitty  night  as  well.    "  yeah           "    she  sniffles  ,  wiping  her  mouth  as  she  relaxes  back  into  the  bench.    "  people   suck.   but   ,   what  can  you  do   ,   you  know   ?   "     that's  one  of  the  reasons  why  she  likes  to   keep   to   herself.     "  do  you  .  .  .   wanna  talk  about  it  ?  "    she  questions   ,   looking  down  at  her  phone  that  she  pulled  out  of  her  pocket  for  a  quick  second  to  check  the  time.    "   or  maybe  we  could  go  somewhere  dry   ,   and  then  bond  further  over  our  shitty  nights  ?  there's  a  twenty  four  hour  diner  up  the  road.  "   she   hopes   that  the  small  smile  she  flashes  urges  the  female.  wanting  to  not  only  get  her  out  of  the  rain   ,   but  also  get  out  of  the  rain  herself. 

[colinford]

     cause baby it’s been three weeks and i’m goin’ out my mind.                          how does she taste ?                                is it  sweeter  than mine was?

[lahzers]

[damnthosewords]

theboldtypetv

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                      open to   m  /  f   &&.  nb !

           jane   watched   closely   while   admittedly   eavesdropping   as   the   scene   unraveled   in   front   of   her   booth   at   the   small   coffee   shop.   having   a   lunch   break    ,   she   tended  to   spend   her   time   getting   coffee.   which  ,   she   was   enjoying   until   a   couple   decided   to   have   their   break   up   right   in   the   middle   of   the   shop.   as   the   person   who   had  just  gotten   dumped   stormed   out   the   door   ,     following   after   the   other   who’d   just   dumped   them   and   was   forced   to   watch   as   they   got   in   their   car   and   drove   off   ,   she   went   up   to   the   counter   to   get   another   order   of   her   own   iced   coffee   along   with   an   extra   for   the   seemingly   heartbroken   person   outside.   making   her   way   out the   door   with   a   jingle   of   the   bell   she   handed   them   the   coffee   before   taking   a   seat   on   the   step   besides   them.      “   here   ,    have   some   caffeine.   that   looked   exhausting.   ”  

[grendael]

when you play a canon thats so minor they’re basically an oc