My bones do not taste of crown and silver

"...she was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, Dead weeds and unmated birds, And little of love could know.." Wyatt Alexander ParksNEW YORK ✈ LOS ANGELES everyone has a hollywood story

[wyattprks-blog]

The skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos.

                               pheobe ‘wyatt’ alexander parks // aesthetic

[wyattprks-blog]

annabel

Pulling her hat low over her face, Annabel browsed the aisles of the grocery store, looking for the ripest apple of the bunch. Pausing in deliberation, she checked her phone before reaching for the shiniest and brightest of them all. It wasn’t until her hand collided with another that she finally looked up, confusion dancing across her features. “I saw it first,” she blurted, unaware of how rude the words sounded until they left her lips.

“U M...” With a wary side-eye, her fingers, flecked in sunset tones and separated between smudges of graphite and paint, let’s go of the apple with only a moment of hesitation. “Okay then - chill yourself, pretty, and have the thing. It’s just an apple.”

[wyattprks-blog]

“Y O U,” balancing on her toes, with a neck craned up, Wyatt waves over the crowd of people; letting out a unsatisfied snort when the wrong person turns. “Not you,” they startle and she stifles a smile. “Honestly, does it look like I was talking to you? No? Well that’s because I wasn’t. See, see, I was talking to you - “ she points to another person who had turned at her shout, grin pulling dimples to her cheeks. “Yes the tall person to the left. Could you please help me out with this?”

[mandaloriangf]

Beauty is when you can appreciate yourself. When you love yourself, that’s when you’re most beautiful.

[wyattprks-blog]

olivia

“Look,” Olivia twirled her silky blonde curls between her fingertips as her sparkling ocean eyes pierced through the strangers, the woman was used to getting her way and if it meant pushing her tits up, she wasn’t about to hold back. “I really need twenty bucks. You can either help me out or I can go find someone to fuck and steal it from their wallet, but I don’t think a pretty face like mine should risk getting caught.” A playful frown etched into her features. “Can you help a girl out?” 

“H O L Y G O D,” Wyatt snorts a disbelieving laugh into the rim of her steaming cup, having to clamp sharp teeth over the soft swell of her bottom lip to stop the pure mirth from breaking out into giggles. “What was that? Blackmail on my morality? Why don’t you go suck off some poor fool’s dick like a corner slut - I honestly couldn’t give a damn..”

[simpleisnewluxury]

[inkskinned]

he asked why  i kept my hands closed tight together locked so that the pressure turned my skin white   how do you say: if i let go, everything i have will evaporate. i am barely holding on anyway.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[quatrewrites]

I was born with veins too small To hold the current at which My heart beats

89. I was born with blood too eager to taste the world. (e.r.)

[rosecutietyler]

[chinaofrps-deactivated20180604]

the neighbourhood // staying up

[saintjoan]