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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

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Sᴏɴɢ ʟʏʀɪᴄs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs I

“If they asked me I could write a book.”

“And the simple secret of the plot, is just to tell them that I love you a lot.”

“The world discovers, as my book ends, how to make two lovers of friends.”

“You are the girl whose eyes met mine, passing the river shore.”

“You are the girl whose laugh I heard, silver and soft and bright.”

“This I know of you, nothing more.”

“It may embarrass you to hear me say it. But say it I must…”

“I hear the sound of good solid judgement whenever you talk.”

“I’ve but to feel your hand grasping mine and I take heart.”

“If you could see her through my eyes, you wouldn’t wonder at all.”

“When we’re in public together, I hear society moan.”

“I’m mostly scared, I am mostly unprepared, I’m a mess.”

“I’ve bought up all my dreams and sold off most my heart.”

“I’d been lying to myself just to bury all my thoughts.”

“I’ve lost most of my self as the waves came crashing down I’m a wreck.”  

“It’s love’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know love at all.”

“Well something’s lost, but something’s gained in living every day.”

“I’m only human, can’t you see? I made a mistake.”

“Please just look me in my face tell me everything’s okay.”

“Stop looking at me with those eyes, like I could disappear and you wouldn’t care why.”

“I’m falling on my knees. Forgive me, I’m a fucking fool.”  

“It’s okay to be alive. Let’s live like we are out of time.”

“Who cares if we are wrong or right. Let’s live like we are out of time.”

“You’re always talking, but you’re not playing. It doesn’t match your face.”

“Gotta find my way, away from this place. Can you take me now?”

“ Do you feel that I can see your soul?”

“Somedays I’m built of metal, I can’t be broken. But not when I’m with you.”  

“Where is the love, the kind we dream of? The kind that makes us young.”  

“I don’t pretend to know the thoughts in your head. It’s easy when your eyes are always speaking.”  

“If I’m not alright, will we be alright?”

“I don’t want to be right, I just want you.”  

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Born with a warm heart, a twinkle in their eye Glitter in their words, perfume in their breaths Souls of sunshine and lilac pastel skies You will find no such shimmering in here Oh, there’s a wish for some that’s shoveled down by fear               Am I happy or just hopeful? Confident or boastful?

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Go follow my new oc over at @petalscfwax !!! I mean, if you want to

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my new oc is under construction!!

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Ha ha... what if I were to.... you know... tell you..... that I'm making another account ... ha ha... 😅

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why do I have so many ocs that I want to bring to tumblr tf someone stop me

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Just a little apology in advance

My phone is a piece of shit so if I accidentally like, reblog or just post random keyboard smashes or whatever, it isn't intentional. My phone's been doing this thing where it seems to be controlling itself, even if it's not even in my hand. I am looking into getting a new one I swear!

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Hit that ♡ for a starter from my thieving little trash boy, Max Maguire

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Hit that  ♡ for a starter from my “I`m baby” bin boy, Frankie Maguire

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Hit that  ♡ for a starter from my trashy trash paramedic, Sam Maguire

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Hit that ♡  for a starter from my disaster wreck of a tech wiz, Charlie Maguire

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

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hey lets play how hot is that character

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@outlawsaviour // continued from X

Water probably would have been a better option last night; not the several pints of whiskey he downed in half an hour, maybe less - the cause of the seemingly constant pounding in his head. But Charlie wasn`t drinking to take care of his body, nor was he getting drunk to spend the night singing "Dancing Queen", or "Waterloo" - though honestly, he would never object to a bit of ABBA, even when sober.

No, Charlie was drinking to counter a week of working a job that he hated for a boss who hated him with a bunch of colleagues that he couldn`t give less a shit about. Though he wasn`t going to get into that topic - it was boring, and it annoyed him to no extent.

He perked up at the mention of coffee, however. He was a huge fan of coffee, but when Charlie made it himself, it always just tasted like hot water. Dirty, muddy, hot water. So to have someone else offer to make it? Well, how could he refuse?

"Real coffee? You`re not going to dump a shaker of salt down the bottom, are you? My younger brother, Max, he did that when he was little. Though hardly surprising, he`s a nightmare now." Rambling. Shit. Not a good sign. He was definitely hungover.

"Ignore me. What I meant was; Coffee would be great. Thank you."

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@iclearupyourshit // Continued from X

What sort of question was that? It must have been rhetorical, of course, because obviously Sam pitied those people. No sense of ambition, no impulse, just boring and droll. They probably had the same routine, every single day. Placed the same coffee order on their way to work, clung to the walls at parties, wouldn`t cross the street without a crosswalk. 

Laughable. That`s what Sam thought. Laughable to stay inside such a box, laughable to worry when you`ve only got one damn life - so why not make the most of it?

He would have expressed all this - probably in one breath, too, for Sam had never learned to pace himself when talking - but another question was asked of him. Perhaps this time it wasn`t rhetorical. Perhaps the other man was genuinely curious... or perhaps Sam just wanted to speak, and so offered an answer in any case.

"Yes! Exactly. Living on the edge is far better - better by far. When you die, do you really want your life to flash before your eyes and see the same old routine, those risks you didn`t take? Or do you want to see the phenomenal life you led by ignoring that pesky little voice in your head?"

Folding his arms across his chest and allowing a smirk to take over the bottom half of his face, Sam added;

"I sure know what my answer would be."

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@lovesgctham // Continued from X

What was keeping Max up? Well, let`s see. Was it the constant blare of police sirens outside his window? The papers he had due? The fact that he had to sleep with one eye open in this damn city? Perhaps all three. Perhaps it also had something to do with that irritating little habit he had picked up - the thieving one. Still, he wasn`t going to get into that. Not now. Maybe not ever.

So instead, he offered the redhead a shrug of his shoulders, and a short laugh. Almost a huff, really. One would be able to tell it was intended as a laugh though, as the corners of his mouth perked up, before answering the girl. "I seriously doubt it."

Max would have left it at that, but realised how rude he must have came across - not that he necessarily cared, but his older siblings had always called him out on his lack of people skills - and so he added a soft; "But thanks, anyway."

This time, he let out an actual laugh. A small chuckle, barely audible, but definitely a laugh. 

"Sleeping`s overrated. Why sleep when you could spend your time doing far more valuable things, like discussing how you`re basically an insomniac?"