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first time in the history of forever, but i made a new blog. hmu if you wanna be mutuals.

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"i know you're exhausted.. i just - alright fine. maybe next time." she sighs, letting her shoulders drop.

“It's not really my scene. I would rather stay home. Besides I'm exhausted” Leonardo sighed crossing his arms. “Do you really want me to go?”

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Chicken Shop Date Jack Harlow

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hey do you wanna come over and rot together

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"c'mon, we can go eat somewhere else. it ain't nothin' to just dip right now."

"  oh  don't  worry  ,  baby  ,  i  just  wanna  talk  to  her  .  go  ahead  —  sit  .  i  won't  be  long  .  " 

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"depends on what you're lookin' for. i can be talked outta anything."

⎯                 "far from it⎯i'm quite bored already, got anything to lift some spirits, romeo?"

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““I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”

— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132

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one more work day & ill get replies done

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easily manipulated by beautiful women and proud of it

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me

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when it came to nadia, especially nadia sitting on his lap - treating her placement like a throne that she was the sole reigning leader of (and really she was) blue eyes could do nothing more than lose all of their cognition. he was a goner himself, but he wouldn't let on and break the mold that was his pokerface. no, instead he would play the part that was easier for him, rehearsed. the palms of his hands find themselves resting against her hips as they got comfortable with one another - helping her get in her rightful position. the sunlight that dared to interrupt and break through the window was met with a careless whisper of the girl on top of him. brunette head of curly hair tilts against her pillows, curiously in awe of what she was implying. she didn't offer much, but it was enough for himself to run wild with his thoughts - until his feet would ache in the aftermath. her words, along with the way that her lips travel down his skin like the marauders' map, in a sense that while her marks on his flesh wouldn't be left permanently - jordan knew they were there. pearly whites sink into his own lower lip with a harshness that was enough to turn his skin white with vengeance. finally, he's brought back from the thoughts of his fantasy - to the reality of her speaking. "what do i want? - you tryin' to do some freaky shit at five in the mornin?" he laughs softly, cutting their hushed seriousness like the true jokster he was. "i could be persuaded." he arched hips up against her own, allowing her to feel what he had to offer, and to know that he'd agree to just about anything for her.

⎯                 it's always been hard to say no to jordan⎯not that she's ever wanted to. her romeo had bewitched her easily, capturing the attention of dark eyes with soft touches and poetic words. it was hard not to be consumed by him, and it was growing even harder to keep herself from getting lost in arctic eyes. as did juliet had done, nimble fingers grasping around the handle of a happy dagger, she too would plunge it into the softness of her stomach. jordan's nose presses against the shell of her ear, and fingers press themselves into a familiar placement on her hips: she melts, leaning more into the touch without any further hesitation. he was committing her to memory and nadia felt spoiled basking in his attention⎯it was only for the night, but she knew for a fortnight she'd trace the patterns left on her skin, yearning for the hands that graced it. her body is turned to face his own, and his hypnotizing gaze has the brunette falling deeper under his traps: nadia was a goner, following his lead and their own muscle memory back towards her bedroom. clothes shed as they moved, falling to the ground in small piles they'd deal with later⎯they'd decorate her hallway for now, and an undetermined amount of time into the early morning. her bedroom is dark, save for the sunlight that crept through the curtains⎯nadia could still make out the sharpness of jordan's features, and how his serpent heart hid with a flowering face. jordan falls onto the mattress first, pulling her down with him⎯she sits, comfortably, on a throne she had no real claim to, but desperately clung to as if she'd been the bastard heir to it. his curled hair sprawled against sheets they worried about through quiet implications⎯he was the moon, drawing in tidal waves and bringing forth endless howling. nadia leans forward and presses her lips against his own, soft and quick, not wanting to become distracted. "tell me what you want, baby," she whispers, her voice having been lost the moment they left her kitchen. her lips travel from his own, down the outline of his jaw, eventually making their way toward the shell of his ear. "I know what I want⎯but is it what you want?"

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Lovin On Me By Jack Harlow

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These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph, die like fire and powder which as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. Therefore, love moderately.

ROMEO + JULIET —1996, dir. Baz Luhrmann