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#devilish IOU

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You think I can’t tame that? I always come home. Always. Ravenous. Loaded. You know better than anybody: I’m bigger than God.

Jeanann Verlee, from “The Mania Speaks,” Muzzle (via lifeinpoetry)

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GHOST ///// HALSEY

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Do you mind if I take my new car for a ride?

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Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.

Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight  (via heifa)

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I liked Hell, / I liked to go there alone / relieved to lie in the wreckage, ruined, physically undone.

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Magdalene: The Addict,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I taught you- You taught me not to feel.

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Bill Skarsgård at Tom Ford/NYFW

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vistamont is proving to be the BORE he had suspected it would be; calm, pastel and family-fucking-friendly. not exactly julian’s preferred blend of tea ( hell, even his metaphorical TEA CUP seems to fit oddly between his fingers ), but he promised himself he’d put up with the horrors of NORMAL LIVING for the sake of his own sanity. the change of pace from a bustling new york is certainly something he feels in his bones; an uninviting and HOLLOW shiver down his spine. he realizes for the first time as he walks in the park that this is, perhaps, the first time in his life he pays penance for ANYTHING. and what a punishment this is. albeit, self-inflicted and done by choice. that doesn’t mean he LIKES it, though. he counts down days with shaky fingers and something that resembles abstinence -- from his NORMAL existence, no doubt. and that’s what he’s doing, really: strolling down the park and passing the time until he can consider it healthy enough for him to return. that is, he was trying to before a stupid toy interrupted. he’s half inclined to just step on it and break the chopper before he reminds himself that he’s trying to CONTROL his anger. what a great start. he doesn’t jump, however -- being startled is not in his nature and as he turns towards the bearer of the warning, he looks put together. “ you do realize that ‘ incoming ‘ won’t save you from a law suit, don’t you? “ give the lawyer an excuse and he’ll build a solid case.

         the blonde’s eyes were glued to the bright yellow rc helicopter she insisted on taking for a test flight at the park. she’d found the old hunk of junk at her favorite thrift shop and honestly–for how old it appeared to be, it was in pretty good condition. the best five dollars she’d ever spent. leaning back on the bench she was sat on, she blew a large bubble with her gum, letting it pop obnoxiously without a care. her gaze lifted higher and higher, head tilting upwards as she lifted the helicopter up into the sky, just to see how far it would go. the moment it went out of range, she was no longer able to control the toy, leaving lula to watch helplessly as it came crashing to the ground, just a few feet away from an innocent bystander passing by. “ –incoming, ” she called out monotonously, though her reaction was delayed; the helicopter already in pieces on the pavement. 

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he frequents TRX on an almost RELIGIOUS basis. ( give julian a place buzzing with piercing, tacky noise, strong drinks and mindless strangers and he’s a happy man -- or whatever the equivalent of happy is for the lawyer. ) he’s finishing another glass of expensive whiskey when he sees the fiery locks that accompany the PECULIAR -- and quite frankly, boring -- order. a snicker is only SLIGHTLY concealed between his lips; incredulous and curious, he raises his voice above the music and points out the obvious ( as any man with his profession is bound to ). “ if that’s the highest level of FUN you’re capable of, red, i might just indulge you. “

the bar was bustling and arabella had never felt more out of place. alcohol seemed to stream heavily through the blood of everyone surrounding her; making them loud and obnoxious. “a water.” she addressed the barman, grabbing a straw and twirling it around in her fingers. “someone kill me now.” she groaned as some drunken idiot ran into her, knocking her drink down her pristine white blouse. 

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ayoooo !! i’d make a full on intro post as any good, decent rper would but alas i’m a lazy piece of crap and am still working on it don’t hold your breath but !! hello everyone !! the name’s luna and i’m here to fill your lives with angst and terrible muses ( is happy a thing i am capable of writing? who knows ). i’ve been a little off the grid for the past months because i went on a three month trip and between hostels, couchsurfing and whatnot getting online was a hassle so bear with me while i get back into the swing of things. so this turd right here is julian, he’s teddy’s wanted connection ( the ex boyfriend yikes ) and an all around a-hole, rich kid lawyer dipped in all kinds of dirty business. he’s pretty full of himself and not exactly a person you want to cross but eyyy holla @ your girl if you want some less than nice plots because i am down for anything. i will get down to replying starters soon !! let me go for a walk first my dudes

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bill skarsgård ‒ hemlock grove. 2x05 (2014)

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