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Matt Dillon is hot and all, but he looks nothing like Dallas. Book accurate Dallas was described as being pretty ugly. I’d like to think he was good looking in the dirty-street-rat kinda way.

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_echike <3

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big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope

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https://www.instagram.com/p/B9Bk_sTJfsk

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comfort character (dead)

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harucake_ ☻

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thank you so much !! <3

[ 11:11 ] dally winston ! 🍒🌹

IT’S been a long time coming. you could’ve seen it coming; you swear, your friends saw it already from the first day you met dallas winston.

as a soc, you’re accustomed to numbing and hiding your feelings yet at the same time, you’re hyperaware of the taboo changes of your heart which you disguise so often.

so the fluttering in your heart every time you spent time with dallas winston definitely did not go unnoticed by you. you simply decided to ignore it, as you’d grown to do to any emotion other than indifference. it was only the adrenaline pumping in your blood, the nervousness from hanging around a dangerous hood for so long.

these were all lies you fed to yourself and words you never swallowed.

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[ 6:39 ] dally winston ! 🍒🌹

notes.  kinda wack i’ve been into the outsiders for a year now. and i’m still writing for dallas, huh? wild. it’s nostalgic. thanks for reading.

OF swollen lips and emotional breakdowns, dally winston will always choose you, the girl who tastes like strawberries and smoke, drifting into the air. you're not really there; no, not in the way dally wishes. but you're close enough, fading on the outskirts of town and blending in with the horizon so well that when he mentions your name, the boys give him a blank stare and a tilt of their head. you're still tangible, and that's all he needs.

the kisses are fast and cruel, teasing him and torturing him and allowing him control all at once. if you're a drug or a girl, dally will never know. he doesn't know where you came from or your name, though you sure as hell know him. you know him more than just by name, and it's a dynamic imbalance he hates. you know him as dallas, a broken boy hiding behind a shell of a mask. you know his coping mechnisms like the back of your hand, able to recite them like a wretched poem for english class. but you recite his flaws and make them something beautiful, flowers blooming in desolate sidewalk cracks. you lured him in with your kiss and now he's here to stay, crying for you and watering a garden. he hates it so goddamn much. 

you're always there for him, tending his wounds and massaging his bruises. you're there in the fire of his kisses and the flooding of his tears as they fall on the ground in an alleyway at 3 am with his head bowed. he feels he shouldn't get his hopes up, looking at you, the pretty girl who asks no questions and tells no lies. he's heard your voice once and he desperately tries to forget it, for it'll be the imminent destruction of him as if he's not slowly deteriorating already. you told him a promise he'll not ever be ready to fulfill, words overflowing with the future and revolting emotions he doesn't want to touch.

you've seen him at his worst, crying on end for hours so that his eyes barely open and his head is drunk and simultaneously hungover by the sensation of being wholly empty. you've seen his highest highs, invincible through the adrenaline running in his veins and kissing you with the fervor of one hundred stars in the darkest night sky. you're someone he wishes he could forget and keep forever all at the same time. 

he disappears under the guise of night and death, promising this time to himself that he'll find you again in a better world and reciprocate everything you've done, but not before he takes up the end of your forgotten promise and caresses it on his tongue.

it's a quiet whisper, uttered under your hooded, drowsy lids as the sun peaks out in the young awakening of dawn:

"i love you too."

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sweets

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[ 11:11 ] dally winston ! 🍒🌹

IT’S been a long time coming. you could’ve seen it coming; you swear, your friends saw it already from the first day you met dallas winston.

as a soc, you’re accustomed to numbing and hiding your feelings yet at the same time, you’re hyperaware of the taboo changes of your heart which you disguise so often.

so the fluttering in your heart every time you spent time with dallas winston definitely did not go unnoticed by you. you simply decided to ignore it, as you’d grown to do to any emotion other than indifference. it was only the adrenaline pumping in your blood, the nervousness from hanging around a dangerous hood for so long.

these were all lies you fed to yourself and words you never swallowed.

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Ophelia Mikkelson

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thinking about how dally canonically beats up kids🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️