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"SPACE IS JUST A WORD MADE UP BY THOSE AFRAID TO GET CLOSE"

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half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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revolutionwrites:

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literally Gasps when tonianne appears on my dash.

shh.. i wasn’t here.

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so... i think i’m going to be redoing my indie and moving accounts.. i just need to find the motivation to do it. indy and gemma will be there. ave and micah as well, but they will be reserve as their muse is quite limited. i’m also thinking about a female underground fighter muse. so... 

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Don’t fall in love with things or people; things break and people disappear.

Jorge Luis Borges (via wordsnquotes)

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ofxcelestial:

the edges of his vision still slightly distorted with a blurry fog, he dug the heel of his palm into his eyes, pushing any wayward curls away from his face with his fingers. he doesn’t typically take to well to being roused from sleep but the press of indy’s lush mouth against the cut of his jaw has him rethinking his stance on the matter. he shifts, his body instinctively seeking out hers, pressing against her warmth more thoroughly. with a small grunt he slung his arm around her shoulders, his fingers curling into the silky strands of her hair. “good trip?”

    “mhm. much to long though.” she was just gone for five days, not even a whole week, but it was long enough and she hated having just his voice over the time away. she can tell when his mind and body catch up to each other, his warmth coming closer to hers and she practically purrs in contentment and relief from the contact. “missed you.” she sucks her lip into her mouth, her fingers reaching out to grip his wrist so she can guide the hand not busy with her hair closer and she presses a gentle kiss to his rough fingertips. “missed your hands.” there’s much more of a rasp to her words this time around, her hot breath fanning out over the tips of his fingers and she takes her time to kiss the tip of each. 

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ofxcelestial:

he slowly comes to, his mind still thick with hazy cobwebs, one foot planted firmly in the remnants of whatever dream his subconscious had concocted. it’s lethargic; that push through the wisps of incoherent thoughts and broken fragments of his imagination, slowly climbing towards the surface, towards the present. it’s the ultimate feeling of disorientation. he becomes increasingly aware of the weight pressed against his body and the intoxicating smell of something sweet clouding his senses. strawberries maybe? a rush of warmth washes across his cheek, distracting enough to nearly miss the faint words that follow. indy. he hums softly, cracking an eye open, her features coming into sharp focus. “hey.” his voice is nothing more then a rasp.

    her smile is lazy, but still shines as brightly as possible. it was nothing more than just being in his presence that caused the small girl to feel nothing else but purely okay. any and all stress was released with a sigh of contentment as she gets a sign of acknowledgment from his otherwise silent and not moving frame. “hey.” she’s so utterly fond it’s almost sicken. rule in this sleepy state was nothing short of perfection, a peaceful being covered in swirls of dark ink that she’s traced over time and time again. her phone is littered with images of him just as this, sheet haphazardly laying over his hips and his hair a mess of curls against the silken sheets. she’d call him beautiful any day of the week, because fuck was he. slithering impossibly closer, she peppers kisses over his defined jaw, her fingers reaching to tracing a light finger up and down the line of his spine. with the pencil skirt she wore, she’s unable to tangle her legs with his as she’d love to do so.

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@ofxcelestial

    she’s tired and she looks it as she lets herself into the flat he shares with his twin. sure, she should be heading to pick up marley first instead, but it’s early and all she wants to do right now is climb into bed beside of rule. her bag is left by the door and she’s tugging her hair down from the ponytail it was in as she crosses the living room. indy loved her job, she truly did, but with this last promotion came travel and she’d just spent two weeks away going to buy art pieces for the gallery she worked for. she leans back against the door as she moved into the bedroom, and she smiles fondly at the frame sprawled out over the bed. he was supposed to pick her up tomorrow, but she’d decided last minute to trade flights so she could come home sooner. quietly she slips off her heels and moves towards the bed, chewing on her lip as she slides onto the bed  and slips as close to him as possible. “missed you.” the small brunette murmurs so faintly, her lips at his cheek as she speaks. 

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hi.. <3

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