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MARIO EDITS: 2 / ?

INSPO

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MARION EDITS 1/?

INSPO.

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hi i have like 12 blogs and im remaking marions icons because i deleted them all on impulse because i ended up hattttting them

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babe get ready for a night on the town, i just found an old Subway gift card and there’s still $9.45 left on it

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im gonna revamp

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*     LOSER   /   DREAMER .

since   12.7.17   /   dash   only ,     narrated   by   Leon     !

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“ Are you sleeping ? ”

     EYES FLUTTER OPEN, and fingers clutch together. Are you sleeping? No, not at all. Why aren’t you sleeping? Because you can’t. What time is is? It’s three in the morning, and Harry just got back. It’s three in the morning, it’s Saturday, and the city is still awake, it never sleeps, just like her. Sheets sift, and she’s laying on her back, eyes locking with the light. It looks like a tit. A ceiling titty, yeah a ceiling titty. It’s three in the morning, she should be asleep, and he should be laying next to her, but that’s fine, it’s all fine. Was it really? Was it? Foot twitches, and Marion lifts herself up, using her arm as support, eyes scanning the door. She’s tired, but she can’t sleep, it doesn’t seem right without him. 

     ❝ Harry ? Are you okay ? ❞ Question lingers in the air, she’s concerned, but also hopes he has something for her. She needs something, she wants to feel it. It’s been awhile since she’s had it. Please Harry, tell me you have it. 

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SHIT MY COUSIN AND HER FRIENDS SAID WHILE DRUNK MEME:

“What the fuck?”

“What are you doing?”

“Are you sleeping?”

“You good?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You’re more comfortable.”

“OOF.”

“___, how fucked up are you?”

“I don’t need a man.”

“Okay good, cause I’m here.”

“You shittin me?”

“Get your facts straight.”

“Can I shit in the kiddie toilet?”

“Well fuck you ___.”

“I gave you my pants to wear.”

“It was sexy.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m off my fucking rocker.”

“Oh shit…”

“We out here, doing the illegals.”

“What’s happening?”

“LEMME GET A HOOYAHHHH!”

“BRO!”

“YEO! There are…”

“We’re in a giant floating ball in space and nothing ever ends!”

“Dude! We’re all gonna die!”

“Dayum.”

“He’s climbing in his skin?”

“Bro, bro, oh shit… can we go horseback riding?”

“NOOOOO!”

“What am I recording?”

“It’s already pressed.”

“What’s up bro?”

“SHOTS BITCH.”

“I swear to god man, I was super spinning, how you feeling? How you feeling!”

“Vroom.”

“Can I put pizza in liquor or is that like a no?”

“DON’T COME NEAR ME I HAVE A GLASS OF WIIIIIINE!”

“Lemme see that.”

“Let me SEE THAT.”

“Don’t dip you’re pizza in there.”

“I DID!”

“Waait whaaaat?”

“Squeeze me.”

“Bro… I like uranus.”

“Ready? Ready? Ready…?”

“GO!”

“Imma helicopter!”

“Where’s ___?”

“I’m shaved… and off my period.”

“I call her sister cause she’s my frieeend.”

“I’LL BEAT THE DOG SHIT OUTTA SOMEBODY WHO FUCKS WITH YOU!”

“Hey, hey ___ did you know that… you’re like my best friend?”

“I LEFT THE BOOZE! WE NEED THE BOOZE!”

“Get in the shower.”

“I threw up four times, it’s all down the street I think I’m gonna die, it came out my nose and I smell it.”

“DON’T PISS OUTSIDE.”

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im gonna remake all my icons

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“If you ever left me I’d tear my heart out and never put it back.”

Paterson (2016) dir. Jim Jarmusch

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She got him a new scale and some dope bags for Christmas, they're in the dirty sock she duck taped onto the wall.

               ❛ ❛      Marion   ,          BABY   ,         you’re      a      lifesaver      !      ❜ ❜           erase      all      possibility      that      feeding      nasty      habits      could      KILL      him   .           pay      no      mind   ,          pay      no      mind   :         he      certainly      won’t    .                selfish     boy     !               haven’t      you      any      shame      ?             take      all      without      batting      an      eye       ––––––       not      even      a       ‘   thank      you   ’   .                bastard !   

o   ,          but      he      loves     .                a      funny      way      he’ll      show      it   ,          but      he      does      love      !                 ENOUGH      WITH      GUILT   ,         GET      OFF      MY      BACK      .                any      verbal      gratitude      expected      is      replaced      by      action      ––––––       they      were      louder      than      words       he      could      speak   .                slim      arms      are      thrown      around      her      small      frame   ,           smile      wide   .               she’s      lifted      up     off      the      ground           &           spun      in      circle   .                  a      kiss      was      as      close      to     a      thank      you      she      would      get   .

                ❛ ❛      how’d      you      do      it   ,          huh      ??          ❜ ❜               don’t      answer      that   .

     *                ask   .

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Addiction is terrifying. Love can’t even save you.

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“Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.”

Requiem for a Dream (2000) dir. Darren Aronofsky

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@tripveined || 💉

     Fingers rip open the plastic, revealing the chunk of noodles within it. Flavor package is removed as the ramen is placed into the boiling pot. Eyes are focused on the water, and there’s that urge to place her hand into it, maybe it would make her feel something.  Everything seemed off, or out of place, things went in out of focus, sweat formed on her forehead, and the back of her hand is wiping it away. Maybe it would make her feel nothing.

     Shit. He’s late, again. It’s not his fault, it’s Ty’s, or at least that’s what she hopes. He’ll be here, he’s fine, it all went as planned. Unless someone fucked it up, but nobody fucked it up, NOBODY FUCKED IT UP. It was all good, he got the dope, and they’re set. He’s going to take care of her, just like he said. Teeth bite away at her lower lip, sweat collecting on her forehead once more, again, the back of her hand wipes it away. She needs to feel something.

     Eyes find themselves locking with the drawer, the special one, with everything in it. Don’t touch it, it’s not your’s, it belongs to Harry. Fingers scratch away at her head, she’s thinking. About what? She’s not quite sure, she wants to know the answer to that question, but she can’t seem to find it. Feet find themselves walking to the bathroom, she can’t think straight, the only thing she knows is that she feels dirty. Fingers scratch her arm, nails dig into her skin, now she’s in the bathroom, shirt thrown to the floor, and her nails are digging in her chest. She feels dirty, she needs a bath. 

     Breathing is heavy, chest expands, inhale, release, inhale, release, INHALE, RELEASE. Now stop, hold your breath, stick your head under, and let yourself go completely. The door opens, her name is called, and she comes back up, hands wiping away the water, she still isn’t clean. She feels disgusting, she is DISGUSTING. She’s out there, ruining herself, all for him. THAT’S LOVE, RIGHT? She loves him, she cares about him, she’ll do ANYTHING FOR HIM. 

❝ Harry ? Can you get me a towel ? ❞

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—   YOU    ARE    MY    DREAM   .