#pulitzerlost

[entwiistle-blog]

"Were you at that one party?"

FIRST MEETING STARTERS.

      HE HAD TO THINK ON THIS ONE.  had  he  been  to  any  parties  where  he’d  left  the  place  sober  ?  and  if  so,  would  he  have  remembered  a  face  like  hers  ?  surely.  she  had  one  of  those  sombre  and  detached  jean  luc  godard  faces  —  if  you  had  the  chance  to  look  directly  into  her  eyes,  you’d  either  get  a  glare  or  a  glaze.  playing  it  safe,  he  decided  to  take  on  the  role  of  the  honest  abe.  

      in  a  surprisingly  low  tone,  which  was  roughened  further  by  his  accent,  he  gave  his  answer:  ❛❛  been  to  a  fair  share  ov  par’ies,  so  you’ll  ‘ave  to  be  a  bit  more  specific..  ❜❜  he  punctuated  it  with  a  little  twitch  of  his  brow,  all  the  while  purposely  avoiding  the  pierce  of  her  stare  beneath  the  hood  of  his  eyelids. 

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[bestvictima]

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LISTEN IT’S YOUR TURN THE GEMINIS HAVE HAD ENOUGH NOW YOU KNOW HOW WE FEEL!!!

AY MAN DON’T PLEASE I BEG YOU

[badclown]

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stay safe!

Thanks guys!! I love you all so much. There’s a chance Irma will go up the gulf coast instead or straight up the middle of Florida, so it’s possible it won’t be that bad east coast-- but we’re planning for the worst, just in case. It’s not scheduled to hit until Sunday so we’ve got some time, and we’re taking preparation very seriously. 

[afraidofchange]

@pulitzerlost

  “Your cat’s name is.. Mr. Sexual Healing?” And here she thought she had been creative with Diesel (after the fact he snores like a diesel engine). Jamie might just be beat here. 

[vicemirrored-a]

pulitzerlost replied to your post: honestly hyde shoving his fingers under nick’s...

why was he in. the mummy film

they. actually didn’t rly explain that part.

[mediaeyed-blog]

talk 2 me abt jfk. is she a grassy knoll gal or a govt coverup kind gal??

ask me things to answer verbally

this has a wild ending

[tensleepshrike]

you’re about to die.

     there was a time this would have frightened her. when she was still new to the world and so in love with life that the thought of dying would paralyze her in the darkest hours of the night and leave her weeping on the dirty floor of the barn, prostrating herself over and over, begging for mercy. millie exhales jets of smoke from her nostrils. 

     but she is not the girl she was when she was new to the world. nor will she ever be again.

     she stares blankly through joan, seeing all, seeing nothing. her cigarette hisses as it splashes into the last dregs of her tea. it’s nothing personal, her leaving. and it’s odd because she hopes joan knows that. but hers is one stillborn prophecy too many, and millie is too exhausted to entertain the thought of dying again from someone who can’t die correctly, herself. staying would be worse. it always is.

     “ thanks for the tea. ” she tugs zipper of her jacket up to her throat. warmest chokehold she’s ever been in. “ we’ll talk soon. ”

NYT MINUS CONTEXT SENTENCE STARTERS | NO LONGER ACCEPTING.

[bindsofisaac-blog]

 ‘  I  like  to  talk  about  god  and  my  religion  -  it  helps  comfort  me when  I  feel  hopeless  ,  ’  Isaac  whispers  gently  ,  letting  his  delicate  digits  play  nervously  with  each  other.  //  @pulitzerlost

[badclown]

“Perhaps. As you have already noticed, my mouth tends to run away from me at times.”

          The clown has always historically been inclined towards outspoken women, given that they’re respectful and don’t annoy the shit out of her; however, given their present circumstances, it was possible that her physical safety might statistically increase given the option to shut the fuck up. It isn’t up to the Joker, though, and perhaps interaction with Joan’s surroundings is what allows to her to immerse herself in setting. Could she write a book on the Trobriand Islanders of Papua, New Guinea without a grass skirt and some yams?? Doubtful. 

          Tattooed smile on the back of her hand masks her mouth for a moment– it makes her further unreadable, a stoicism that Joker much prefers. “If ya got QUESTIONS, Bukowski, ask away.” Anything Joker didn’t want to answer, she simply wouldn’t. The writer should know by now what sorts of things were off limits. The kind of business better left unspoken. 

[vicemirrored-a]

CONTINUED.      /      @pulitzerlost.

with a sigh, the doctor leaned forward, set his elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands. “ i won’t lie, ” he said, “ keeping the child is... a rather larger risk, for both the pregnancy and beyond. you’ll require medicine, vitamins, extra food, longer periods of rest --- and that’s to say nothing of when the baby comes, when it’ll require milk and diapers and a proper crib. the choice, ultimately, is in your hands, but a baby will be a burden on the rest of the group, as well as on you yourself. you ought to consider that. ”

[syngt-blog1]

@pulitzerlost

      “i’ve always been in love with music since i was a kid, you know. i used to dance hip-hop. i was in a music video at 12. not mine, but-- yeah.” it’s not that complex, but aaron has to make his career sound so great to an author. “anyways, i think music nowadays is making a comeback. we had a real shit period for a while.” 

[rcsario]

         saccharine sweet,   she pools in springtime. ‘  have you ever thought of quitting ? ‘    smoking,   she means.   she wasn’t going to remind her that it was bad for her,   and that it could potentially kill her. . .  moka’s sure she’s heard all that already,    but she still subtly speaks to it with the way moka shields her nose from second hand.   /  @pulitzerlost

[hiddensteel]

starter call   ||   @pulitzerlost.

        the embarrassment was written clearly on her face; eyes sheepish and cheeks bright red. she waited for the s c o l d i n g that would surely come. except it didn’t. the silence stretched on until sansa raised her eyes ever so slightly. SURPRISE mingled with embarrassment when she noticed that the other woman appeared more confused at sansa’s reaction instead of angry at her.          ❝  my... my PRIDE is bruised. ❞

song   ||   as if it’s your last  -  blackpink

[footloosemcn-blog]

this starter thing  -- @pulitzerlost

      ❛ my ex is fucking a man my mother introduced to her. you didn’t need to hear that, but i needed to say something because if i didn’t i’d write about it and she’d threaten to sue me again. ❜

           lanky fingers wiggle in the warmth of his worn jean pockets, feeling at the wedding band he was going to pawn later today. metal made him break out if he wore it too long, or if it rubbed against his thigh for hours, so he put it there, knowing he’d have to, knowing if he didn’t he’d have a red, irritated patch to remind him he’d not followed his own rules. it’d been two years, she’d moved on, he’d asked her for the divorce; there was no sense in carrying around emptying objects that represented nothing more than failure. there was no sense in telling random women about who they belonged to, either, but he’d felt compelled. 

     hatred was impolite, so he used disdain instead, justifying that the red-head he’d thought he loved deserved it. she had been so meek, so willing; one would think a man--or any human, for that matter--would enjoy that sort of submissiveness, but hers always came with a quiet, subtle passive aggressiveness. she’d taken years from him, and now she took minutes; he couldn’t find ways to escape her quick enough. 

           ❛ she treats me like i fucked her sister, and honest to god, it was only over the clothes groping. ❜ jesus fucking christ, he spoke inwardly, his own humor and bluntness stunning himself.  ❛ i’m sorry, i’m not a prick, i promise. i didn’t do anything with her sister. i’ve been drinking. ❜