#𝘪𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 /▸✧ 𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘌 .

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❛  i  didn't  think  to  question  the  blissful  truth;  that  your  intentions  were  all  pretend  and  this  sinking  feeling's  you.  ❜   

[ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 . . . @shadowbrn // jj ]  ► glass heart — caskets

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@e1igius 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐀𝐘,  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊.  relapsing  was  a  part  of  recovery.  the  excuse  she  used  over  and  over  and  over  again,  constantly  allowing  herself  to  dive  into  a  state  of  mind  that  offered  respite.  a  vicious  cycle.  sober  for  a  few  weeks,  a  few  months,  before  a  text  would  come  in;  an  invite  to  dinner,  an  offer  to  come  home.  such  things  were  the  last  thing  sawyer  wanted.  no  contact  had  been  tossed  around  countless  times  by  concerned  friends  and  past  lovers.  it  was  for  her  own  good!  they'd  preach,  trying  to  get  through  to  her  but  never  would  it  land  upon  an  open  ear.  instead,  sawyer  remained  in  her  cycle,  comfortable  with  the  fact  that  it  was  predictable  —  at  least  she  could  count  on  that.  

the  event  that  catapolted  her  back  into  that  comfort  was  hosted  by  a  friend  she  barely  knew,  in  a  bar  that  she  was  very  familiar  with.  yet,  when  the  invitation  was  posed,  sawyer  was  incapable  of  turning  it  down.  a  phonecall  from  one  of  her  sisters  earlier  that  day  had  sent  her  into  a  frenzy,  taking  a  shot  in  the  middle  of  the  day  before  holding  off  when  she  knew  that  she'd  have  all  night  to  find  that  perfect  buzz  —  that  space  between  sober  and  completely  annihilated  that  left  her  face  as  numb  as  her  desire  to  numb  negative  emotions.  a  shot  of  tequila  taken  in  a  group,  she  knocked  it  back  with  terrifying  ease,  barely  making  a  face  afterward  before  noticing  something.  well  .  .  .  some  one.

with  no  hesitation  (  because  why  would  there  be?  ),  sawyer  made  her  way  towards  the  table  where  her  unofficial  new  friend  sat,  ❛  you  look  like  someone  whose  got  some  real  good  stories.  ❜  though  her  stature  was  small,  her  presence  was  large,  warm  and  welcoming;  perhaps  even  a  little  innocent  and  naiive.  sliding  into  a  seat  at  his  side,  she  held  out  a  hand  for  him  to  shake,  her  lips  pulled  in  a  wide,  toothy  smile,  ❛  i'm  sawyer.  what's  you're  name,  stranger?  ❜  the  thought  of  rejection  didn't  even  cross  her  mind,  acting  on  instinct  and  impulse,  as  she  did  with  most  of  her  existence.  it  worked  for  her  this  far,  didn't  it?

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❛   i hid my deepest feelings so well, i forgot where i placed them.  ❜  

𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄. // @salvatoraes + accepting.

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞  ��𝐨𝐰  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐫,  sawyer  still  didn't  feel  it  as  much  as  maybe  she  should  have.  an  aftereffect  of  how  she  abused  the  substance  so  frequently,  her  tolerance  higehr  than  most  and,  unfortunately,  that  meant  some  people  just  couldn't  keep  up.  thankfully,  sawyer  had  managed  to  find  someone  that  night  who  could,  a  stranger  quickly  becoming  friend  and  confidant  with  how  their  conversations  began  to  descend  into  the  philosophical.  sawyer  would  always  tell  people  they'd  be  surprised  how  many  friendships  she  made  on  the  curb  outside  a  random  nightclub.  this  seemed  to  be  no  different. with  her  coat  wrapped  around  her  shoulders,  sawyer  found  reprieve  in  the  cool  night  air,  seated  beside  stefan  with  the  intent  to  eventually  hail  a  cab.  where  that  cab  would  take  them,  sawyer  wasn't  sure,  but  there  was  enough  of  a  mixture  of  alcohol  and  ecstasy  for  her  to  forgo  any  sense  of  care  for  the  evening.               ❛  i  hid  my  deepest  feelings  so  well,  i  forgot  where  i  placed  them.  ❜     sawyer  paused  for  a  moment,  head  turning  towards  stefan  with  a  newfound  sense  of  comradery,  because  damn  if  that  statement  didn't  hit  home.  how  many  years  had  sawyer  been  running  from  her  own  anger,  from  her  own  despair  and  self-loathing?  when  was  the  last  time  she  truly  let  herself  feel  everything  that  she  held  within  her  small  frame?  she  didn't  know  if  she  felt  relieved  or  terrified  at  the  realization  that  she  couldn't  remember.  slowly,  her  gaze  became  distant,  sinking  into  herself  as  the  realization  began  to  hit  closer  and  closer  to  her  heart.  

only  the  sound  of  a  car  honking  brought  her  out  of  her  spiral,  head  lifting  and  meeting  stefan's  face  before  seeing  a  cab  headed  in  their  direction,  ❛  i  think  this  is  us.  ❜    

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“🔥?”

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 '🔥' 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐔𝐓𝐄. // @redhead-reporter + accepting

❛  in  the  most  platonic  way  possible,  i'd  fuck  you.  ❜  a  big,  cheesy  smile  followed  suit,  shoulders  lifting  to  her  ears  as  she  feigned  innocence,  as  if  she  didn't  say  something  completely  crude. ❛  you're  welcome.  ❜

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𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓.  hearing  how  maddy  was  seemingly  in  awe  of  her  and  her  talent,  sawyer  felt  her  heart  swell.  lips  pulled  into  a  wide  smile,  contagious  in  nature  as  maddy  brought  her  closer,    ❛  really?  ❜  all  she  wanted  in  that  moment  was  her  girlfriend's  approval,  knowing  that  she'd  done  her  proud.  the  first  kiss  was  easily  returned,  sawyer  running  her  hands  up  along  maddy's  waist.  however,  in  a  moment,  she  felt  the  kiss  deepen,  opening  her  mouth  to  allow  their  tongues  to  touch  before  diving  into  a  more  heated  kiss. gripping  maddy's  hips,  sawyer  brought  her  closer,  offering  the  smallest  whimper  against  her  lips  before  breaking  away  just  enough  to  speak,  ❛  baby...we  shouldn't  do  this  here...    ❜  she  murmured,  turning  her  head  towards  the  very  obvious  crowd  of  people  just  down  the  small  hallway.

Dear GOD -- she's amazing. Maddy feels the reverberations down through the depths of her soul -- it's... it's orgasmic. Spiritual. Maddy is in absolute awe, to say the very, very least. Maybe a bit turned on, too. "Biiiiitch -- are you fucking serious?! How'd you do??" Maddy squeaks and hops over to her, gingerly cupping her face, ignoring the beads of sweat and dew against her gorgeous porcelain complexion. "Baby, that was-- fucking ah-ma-zing!" the latina leans in and presses a soft kiss, at first, to Sawyer's lips, before the fact she'd been completely aroused by her girlfriend's display out there showcases and her passion brews up an entirely heated lip-lock, tongue eagerly dragging against hers.

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❛  are  you  happy  now  that  i'm  bleeding?  ❜   

[ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 . . . @shadowbrn // harry ]  ► red fur — veil of maya

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[ SHY ]

[ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away. // @rebelcliche + accepting .

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚  𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤  𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.  what  felt  like  months  upon  months  of  building  tension  between,  them  that  sawyer  had  questioned  multiple  times,  finally  came  to  a  head.  sitting  on  the  couch,  the  amount  of  trepidation  could  be  cut  with  a  butter  knife,  sawyer  taking  the  lead  and  slowly  leaning  in  but  only  enough  that  nancy  would  need  to  reciprocate  the  last  ten  percent.  the  first  kiss  had  been  slow,  tender  but  deep  enough  to  leave  behind  that  familiar  smack  as  they  pulled  away.

eyes  had  caught  one  another  for  a  brief  moment,  sawyer  trying  to  read  nancy's  face  before  leaning  in  to  indulge  in  another  kiss.  a  bit  more  hungry,  a  bit  more  bold,  sawyer  was  conscious  of  how  the  other  woman  reciprocated  as  one  of  her  hands  lifted  to  cup  her  face,  drawing  nancy  closer.  with  each  sign  of  enthusiastic  reciprocation,  sawyer  took  it  upon  herself  to  reward,  gently  nipping  and  tucking  on  nancy's  lower  lip,  effectively  pulling  away  completely. a  large,  toothy  grin  passed  over  the  brunette's  features,  looking  over  nancy's  face  with  a  soft  but  attraction-filled  gaze.  a  moment  of  pause,  to  check  in  and  see  how  her  counterpart  was  doing,  was  taken  and  sawyer  was  glad  she  had. seeing  nancy  lift  her  hands  to  her  face  in  embarrassement,  sawyer  immediately  let  off  a  soft,  warm  laugh,  ❛  hey  . . .  ❜  the  word  was  just  above  a  whisper,  trying  to  sooth  and  bring  a  sense  of  comfort  and  safety  to  the  other  woman  as  sawyer's  own  hands  lifted  to  pull  nancy's  from  her  face.  thankfully,  there  was  little  resistance,  eyes  meeting  once  again  as  hazel  ones  noticed  the  flush  on  nancy's  cheeks,  ❛  it's  okay.  we  can  take it  slow.  ❜

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@torncast gets a small starter.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.  sawyer  didn't  know  how  much  farther  she  could  crane  her  head  back,  but  she  attempted  to  do  so  anyways.  having  always  been  short,  she'd  often  needed  to  look  up  at  people,  but  what  she  was  experiencing  was  a  whole  other  level.  eyes  wide  and  mouth  agape,  sawyer  tried  to  gather  herself.  it  was  rude  to  stare,  she  knew,  and  it  probably  wasn't  uncommon  for  the  stunning  woman  in  front  of  her  to  be  gawked  at.  still,  the  shorter  woman  shook  her  head,  clearing  her  throat,  ❛  sorry!  sorry!  i  was  just...  ❜  tongue-tied,  sawyer  took  a  step  back,  ❛  you're  gorgeous.  ❜

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𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐀  𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.  though,  the  last  person  she  wanted  to  tell  about  her  uncontrollable  spiralling  was  mj.  sawyer  knew  well  how  understanding  mj  could  be,  but  in  all  honesty,  she  just  wasn't  in  the  mood  for  a  lecture;  maybe  tomorrow,  but  not  right  then.  besides,  her  own  feeling  of  shame  was  enough  consequence  in  sawyer's  own  eyes,  not  that  she'd  ever  fully  admit  that.  not  today.  not  when  she  was  still  in  the  thick  of  it,  feeling  the  numbing  effects  as  her  mind  would  go  quiet.  a  comfort  she  wasn't  able  to  obtain  any  other  way  that  seemed  to  hit  the  same  as  the  too  many  shots  of  tequila  she'd  downed  the  night  before  and  the  night  before  that  ...  and  the  night  before  that.  

the  small  murmur  was  noted  but  not  reacted  to,  instead  ignoring  it  completely  knowing  that  it  would  only  make  things  worse  for  both  herself  and  mj.  thus,  the  attempt  at  changing  the  conversation,  deflecting  it  back  to  mj  and  asking  about  her  own  escapades  for  the  last  few  nights.  when  the  redhead  replied,  it  only  took  a  split  second  for  sawyer  to  fully  understand  just  what  she  was  saying.  shooting  up  into  a  seated  position,  eyes  wide  with  a  cheeky  grin  plastered  alongside,  ❛  no  way!  ❜  it  was  a  playful  chide,  showing  a  newfound  giddiness  as  she  moved  to  sit  cross-legged  on  the  bed,  elbows  resting  on  her  thighs  before  resting  her  cheeks  in  her  palms,  ❛    tell  me  everything.    ❜

A knot had formed in MJ's stomach at the way Sawyer was behaving, painful and impossible to ignore. They were both strong personalities who didn't like to be told NO, so butting heads was a fairly common occurrence in their friendship. She usually didn't even think twice about it if they argued, knowing it would just blow over in an hour or so. But it was the WAY Sawyer was doing it now, visibly dismissive and obviously cagey, that made MJ's shoulders tense and her lips set in a firm frown. This ... it WAS like Sawyer to act this way, just not with her. They were the best of friends, thick as thieves; they told each other everything without fear of judgment. So the fact that she KNEW, without needing to pry, that her room mate was hiding what she'd done this weekend from her? Worry didn't even start to cover it.

"You know damn well why it matters, but I can see that arguing about it is gonna be like talking to a BRICK WALL." MJ frowned, folding her arms over her chest as she sank down onto her own bed. Part of her didn't want to give in, didn't want to REWARD this kind of behavior in Sawyer by telling her what she wanted to know, but on the other hand? MJ knew that if she didn't try to soften her friend's edges right now that she'd get cut on them the next time she tried to reach out - badly, probably deep enough to leave a scar. So she sighed, raking her long red hair out of her face and shrugged in faux innocence. "Doesn't really MATTER that you weren't here all weekend - neither was I. The graduate student apartments are MUCH nicer than the dorms, you know."

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@feralsmile 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄?  sawyer  couldn't  remember  the  last  time  she  felt  so  accomplished,  having  finished  off  a  rehersal  on  a  high  note.  the  energy,  the  vibration  of  knowing  they  had  a  show  coming  up,  there  was  nothing  quite  like  it;  it  was  the  only  thing  that  could  help  her  truly  supress  her  desire  to  fall  back  into  her  old  ways.  of  course,  it  would  never  truly  stay  that  way,  as  she  couldn't  be  rehearsing  or  performing  all  hours  of  the  day  every  day.  that  rush  certainly  had  a  limit,  much  to  sawyer's  dismay.  that  didn't  mean  she  couldn't  bask  in  the  aftermath  of  that  feeling  to  the  best  of  ability.   pulling  up  to  julie's  apartment  building,  it  didn't  take  long  for  sawyer  to  find  herself  letting  herself  into  her  friend's  apartment,    ❛  julie!  ❜    a  bubbly  tone  left  her  easily,  closing  the  door  behind  her  before  walking  towards  her  friend's  all  too  familair  living  room,  ❛    don't  get  ready  without  me!    ❜  the  fear  of  missing  out  was  always  prominent  in  sawyer's  demeanour,  walking  towards  julie's  bedroom  with  purpose.  the  moment  she  saw  her  friend  in  front  of  the  mirror,  sawyer  pulled  out  a  bag  of  make  up, ❛  what  the  hell  do  you  think  you're  doing?  i  said  i  was  doing  your  make  up  this  time!  ❜   placing  the  bag  in  front  of  julie's  face,  sawyer  moved  to  sit  on  her  knees  at  julie's  side,  ❛  you  did  mine  last  time,  remember?  ❜

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[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up // @prettybrawler

                                        ——  ❛ 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄  𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻?!  𝗺𝘆  𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀  𝗰𝗮𝗻  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗴𝗼  𝘀𝗼  𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁! ❜  sawyer  has  half  a  mind  to  𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲  how  small  they  are  but, in  all  honesty,  caed  should  know  better  by  now.  though  there's  annoyance  in  her  tone,  it's  𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆  𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱  by  the  laugh  it's  laced  in,  finding  a  giddiness  within  herself  that  she  hasn't  felt  in  ages.  they've  made  it  through  the  trail  with  no  issues (  sawyer  having  possibly  thought  them  lost  at  one  point  ),  the  beach  in  view,  and  it  seems  𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁  has  gotten  the  better  of  both  of  them.  it's  the  first  time  she's  shown  anyone  her  little  home-away-from-home,  a  secluded  sandbed  that  is  only  accessible  through  back  pathways  and  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀  𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱.  sawyer  doesn't  know  how  long  it's  been  since  she's  last  visited  but  the  mention  of  the  ocean  in  a  passing  conversation  reminded  her.

                                        sawyer  watches  as  caed  slows  down,  𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆  𝗮  𝗳𝗲𝘄  𝘆𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱  𝗵𝗶𝗺,  and  sees  him  suddenly  crouch  down.  there's  no  need  for  words,  no  need  to  ask  what  hes  doing,  especially  when  she  sees  him  peer  over  his  shoulder  towards  her,  arms  reaching  behind  himself.  lips  pull  into  a  𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲,  𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲  as  the  petite  woman  immediately  accepts  the  invitation,  wrapping  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  her  legs  around  his  waist  with  a  small  leap  of  excitement.  once  caed  is  back  on  his  feet,  his  full  height  allowing  sawyer  to  see  the  world  in  a  different  view,  she  𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀  𝗮  𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀  𝘁𝗼  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸,  nose  nuzzling  against  his  ear,  ❛ thank  yoooou! ❜  the  appreciation  is  wrapped  in  a  small  melody  before  one  more  kiss  is  pressed  behind  his  ear.  

                                        one  arms  unwinds  itself  from  his  neck,  chin  resting  on  the  opposite  shoulder  as  she  𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀  in  the  direction  they're  to  turn  next,  ❛ it's  right  down  that  path  then  a  right  at  the  fork. ❜ 

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❛  you  want  your  hands  on  my  neck,  keep   𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴  my  breath ! ❜  

@fuckthisguy | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ​🇫​​🇱​​🇴​​🇺​​🇷​​🇮​​🇩​​🇪​​🇮​​🇳​​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​​🇭​​🇦​​🇷​​🇩​​🇸​​🇪​​🇱​​🇹​​🇿​​🇪​​🇷​ - ​🇧​​🇮​​🇱​​🇲​​🇺​​🇷​​🇮​

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𝐢𝐭'𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐚  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬,  a  year  at  least.  and  for  that  reason  she  was  pleased  to  have  kat  set  up  her  room  in  such  a  way  that  was  calming,  allowing  saywer  to  just  sit  back  and  let  her  mind  ride  out  the  high  however  it  needed  to.  lids  were  heavy,  watching  the  ceiling  seem  to  move  in  weird  shapes  that  had  her  mesmorized,  long,  brunette  hair  strews  out  over  one  of  kat's  pillows.  there  were  few  thoughts  in  sawyer's  mind  outside  of  how  her  body  felt  lighter,  her  soul  brighter.  thus,  when  kat's  voice  entered  her  ears,  she  couldn't  help  but  turn  her  head  towards  her.  the  words  took  a  moment  to  register,  a  large,  bright  smile  pulling  on  her  lips.   ❛  oh  yeah?  you  think  i'm  pretty?  ❜  sawyer  rolled  onto  her  side  then,  resting  her  head  on  one  of  her  palms  while  still  flat  against  the  pillow,  ❛  well  ...  i  think  you're  pretty  too  ...  ❜

@bnchee

Laying back on the bed, Kat stares up at the ceiling as she lets out a deep breath. The only light in the room was coming from some candles, making the atmosphere calm and alluring. This was the first time she had ever done shrooms and she was having a pretty good trip, all things considered. Black Sabbath was blasting through a speaker and she swore she could feel the vibrations from the music, her heart beating in time with the song. There's a content smile on her face and she turs her head to look over at Sawyer. She just studies her for a moment, taking in her features in the candlelight. "You're so pretty," she murmurs without thinking.

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❛  hold  your  grudge,  never  a  candle;   𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄  𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲  when  you  live  in  my  shadow . ❜  

@firststab | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ​​ᴀᴋᴜᴅᴀᴍᴀ - ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴏʟꜰ

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❛ a  cheers  to  the  life  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁  𝗴𝗲𝘁  𝘁𝗼  𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲,  another  antichrist  on  the  evening  news. ❜  

@bextibellicosi | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇮​​🇫​​🇮​​🇨​​🇮​​🇦​​🇱​ ​🇸​​🇺​​🇮​​🇨​​🇮​​🇩​​🇪​ - ​🇧​​🇦​​🇩​ ​🇴​​🇲​​🇪​​🇳​​🇸​

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❛ someone  just  like  me,  took  the  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱  𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆  from  you . ❜  

@hellsrazed ( emmett ) | [ 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . ] | ​​4​🇩​ - ​🇳​​🇴​​🇷​​🇹​​🇭​​🇱​​🇦​​🇳​​🇪​