MOVED TO VERESUM.

you make sense here, darling. in this light, parts of you start to slot together in a way i can understand.

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i’m not up and running yet ( and won’t be fully until i’m done with essays etc ) but i’m over here now!

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i’m not up and running yet ( and won’t be fully until i’m done with essays etc ) but i’m over here now!

[veinstate]

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i’m not up and running yet ( and won’t be fully until i’m done with essays etc ) but i’m over here now!

[veinstate]

help an indecisive fuck out with a url choice ( spoiler alert: i’m the fuck )

[veinstate]

im-possiblelimits replied to your post “also i’m changing maph’s fc and u cannot tell me it isn’t a perfect...”

Okay but who is it, man??? Don't leave us in suspence!!

so you know jason from the good place,

[veinstate]

help an indecisive fuck out with a url choice ( spoiler alert: i’m the fuck )

[veinstate]

venosum replied to your post: also i’m changing maph’s fc and u cannot tell me...

it is the perfect choice can confirm

CONFIRMED

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also i’m changing maph’s fc and u cannot tell me it isn’t a perfect choice, thanks

[veinstate]

help an indecisive fuck out with a url choice ( spoiler alert: i’m the fuck )

[veinstate]

help an indecisive fuck out with a url choice ( spoiler alert: i’m the fuck )

[veinstate]

‘he’s like this seven foot tall emotional fortress with no handholds or footholds for me to climb’ that,, that’s grey

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me

[veinstate]

i’m HERE but also i’m not back properly and when i am i’m probably gonna make a new blog to start afresh, but apart from that. heyYYyyy lads hows it goin

[inloveamateursatbest]

[veinstate]

venosum‌:

starter call / @veinstate

          Finding a jimmied door with blood on the jamb after a twenty hour shift isn’t exactly what Ophelia was expecting when she came home. But the sight could only mean one thing and it only serves to further sour her already bad mood. She wipes the blood with the sleeve of her scrubs ( they’re already soiled, so it doesn’t matter much at this point ) as she pushes the door open with her toe. “There are hospitals for a reason,” she says, words directed at the lump on the sofa.

          He hates her fucking sofa. Like, really hates it-- would set it on fire at the first opportunity if he wasn’t currently laying on it. It’s just possible that this attitude has something to do with him laying on it for hours while deeply uncomfortable and waiting for her to get home, but he’s not here to get philo-fucking-sophical. Greyson hates it, and that’s the end of the matter. Whatever. “Sure there are,” he grits, and slowly raises his head, “They’re there to keep doctors in one place so I can avoid ‘em easier.”

[venosum-deactivated20200427]

                  show the world you cannot be defeated.

          multimuse written by allison.           prev. fogstate / multamusae.

[gunmetclgrey-archived]

@veinstate

There had been violent men before.

Countless screaming matches, bloody knuckles, slammed doors and half-hearted voicemails always lacking in explanation. Her type wasn’t just self destructive but explosive, it made sense after all. Why would she know anything different?

But none had been so violent in the way they cared. For all his small crimes against her, every trespass was laced with good intentions. No matter how much she wanted to fault him, Grey had given her the one thing she never truly understood; unconditional love. 

And yet they were still here anyway.

She knows how to wound before the thought leaves her fingertips, worded as precisely as her aim. He can bob and weave all he likes, there is no counter to her fire. Each careful word built to cause him unbearable pain; because despite how naturally lying cane to her, Alex knew the real damage the truth could do.

Her hands fell still for a moment, before reaching up for his cheeks with a gentle touch into reserved for things that could wound. Holding him, breathing with him, it was all a matter of waiting for the next storm brewing beneath the surface.

Grey. The perfect way to describe him.

Living in the moral in between. Brutality laced with good intentions. Beautifully imperfect, a mirror image of her flawed self. Fucking and fighting with no room for compromise.

    It’s not my fault you’re fucking impossible to care about, it’s not my fault you can’t act fucking human, or even bother to try.

It’s an exact repeat of what she’s told herself on a loop her entire life, the flaw she hates most is one they share.