Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did.

danirobbinhood:

           ^{❝  ————  so   what   are   we   now,   noah?   the   lakewood   four?
                                       or   I   guess  —   five,   if   you   count   stavo.  ❞}

^{words   spill   out   of   ruby   lips   hoping   to   light   up   the   mood,   it’s   a   question   that   is   wrapped   in   a   blanket   of   genuine   wonder  /  though   there   is   vile   truths   that   hide   within.   one   member   was   dead   &   another   left   to   rot   with   his   own   thoughts,   but   it’s   the   remaining   souls   that   are   truly   agonized.   the   one’s   who   have   nothing   to   do   but   sit   in   puddles   of   grief,   questioning   just   what   exactly   they’ve   done   to   be   struck   with   such   affliction.}

—— MORGUSTIC.

— (via itsnothawkingbird) —

i will always have nightmares of that day.
no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember.
the nightmares will never allow me to forget.
i will never allow myself to forget.

_{fingers   glide   down   a   slightly   wet   glass,   her   visage  ;  lost   in   a   dazed   complexion.   daddy   is   dead, mother   is   nowhere   to   be   seen.   (  not   that   she   wants   her   to   be  )  —————  so   friends   were   a must   for   the   tragedy  -  struck   damsel.   small   gatherings  /  limited   to   the   lakewood   six.   four?   five?  she   had   trouble   keeping   up.   but   thoughts   are   interrupted   as   optics   slide   to   the   boy   across   from   her.   teeth   slightly   gnawing   on   rose   petals,   her   mind   floods   with   wonders   of   just   how   he   feels   after   the   captivation   of   the   lakewood   slasher’s   accomplice.   a   slim   frame   leans   in,   brows   ascending.}

          _{❝  stavo,   i’m..   i’m   sorry  you   got   wrapped   into   all   of   this  —  all   of   the   lakewood   six’s   bs.  ❞}

—— MURDERCOMICS.

iii.  ᵉ⋅ ᵈᵘᵛᵃᶫ⋅  

                    _{❝ i’m ——– i’m sorry i kinda got you stabbed. ❞ it’s quiet, and her eyes are cast down on the floor ( she doesn’t want to see any ANGER in brooke’s eyes if it’s there ) while she fiddles with her fingers. ❝ i was so worried you weren’t gonna ———— ❞ // @girlsorrowed // x.}

_{anguish   has   set   its   path   through   their   withered   hearts,  ruby   petals   plucking   at   the   tone   of   emma’s   despondent   words.   they’re   wrapped   in   sorrow,   the   once  -  vapid   duo.   &   how   could   they   not   be?   they   have   been   stripped   of   their   facades  /   an   eternal   bareness.   GRIEF,   once   again,   has   seeped   its   way   through   the   crevices   of   a   numbing   sadness  ——  flooding   out   onto   a   porcelain   visage.}

          _{❝  em,  —— you   know  that   was   not   your   fault.  ❞}

_{dejection   falls   from   warm   hues,   doe  -  eyes   almost   unable   to   stay   focused   on   her   friend.   they   have   survived,  though   they   have   not   been   SPARED.   no,   they’ll   never   be   spared.   &   her   plasma   stained   mind   is   aware,   stuck   in   her   very   own   past   traumas   ;   but   one   particular   stood   out   as   of   recently.   one   she   has   refrained   from   bringing   up   until   (  the   bullish   demise  )   of   the   second   lakewood   slasher.  ————  KIERAN   WILCOX   IS   CAUGHT,   hollow   hearts   suffering   from   the revelation.   &   while   tranquility   lingers   for   now,   she’s   afraid   there’s   one   left   with   blood   on   their   hands.}

                   _{❝  ——  I..  I   think   we   need   to   talk.   ❞}

—— FINALGUILT.