#aestheticcontest

[tongue-tide]

that’s the secret of life — knowing when to leave. 

[selwyning]

emma mcleod - because its a little easier to deal with the world’s problems when equipped with the right over-sized wool sweaters

“Do not go too far for peace and quiet do not run too far because the country can be as loud as the city too noisy in its stillness and anyway, there will always be your breath which, hard as you try, you cant do without you cant run away from. There will always be your heart beating stronger and louder the harder, the further you run.”  - Yrsa Daley-Ward

[vexdrolo]

MAGDALENA CONTESSINA RIVERA. 31. mechanic. degenerate fuckboy, angry bisexual, not the giggle at a funeral but the raucous laughter. 

[moonslaura]

SARAH ROSE SADIE SMYTHE | 31 | PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR | LOSER’S CLUB

She buried something in Fox Pass -- and it should have been picked over and scattered in the detritus by now. The old farmhouse is sealed up, the orchard overgrown, the black weasel that lived underneath the kitchen now taken roost in the attic. No, not him -- she reminds herself -- he’s long dead. Or should be. There is the littering of a past life  -- a sun-bleached barrette, broken and lost in a tangle of the rosebushes that twine with poison oak and climb to the edge of her window. A beer can rusts in the driveway, the twelve bear skulls once kept in the living room are heaped in the backyard like brittle kindling. She’s not a little girl. She will not be afraid.

It is a house -- a shell, occupant long vacated, buried in those woods of his. Worm-eaten, cold.

But she half expects to hear his voice curl clamor like brimstone from the den: “Don’t be a little bitch, starling -- come in and take your shot.”

[edgarfknramirez]

( miguel gomez ) broken boy. ex con with a heart of gold. split psyche. protector. proud latino. rage, rage against the dying of the light. lapsed catholic. father to be.

[toonazcoolforyou]

A reckoning is coming, boy.

                                      You can’t hide forever.

Emmanuel Agua. 40. Park Ranger. An outgoing shut in. Has a few skeletons in his closet -or, rather, buried deep in the forest.

[whoshotjessejames-blog]

LAUREL GARDNER // 23 // WRITER // edgy, fake bad ass, lesbian & single.

[msgolightly]

“Coming home felt like a hand wrapping around her heart, squeezing so hard that she lost the ability to breath. Her hands felt sweaty. Slick against the handle of her suitcase as she pulled it onto the porch, her foot catching the top step as she stumbled. A heaving sigh escaped her, the air of home filling her lungs. It remained unchanged. To the plants overgrown, gutters full, the windows dirty. It was like being thrown back in time, back to senior year when she stood on this porch with the very same suitcase in hand ready to leave and never come back. She wasn’t supposed to ever come back. Life was  funny like that.”

[glassiewithab]

Aesthetics Contest by loveglasses on Polyvore

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[ppascals]

( gabriel oliviera ) tragic past™. amateur poet and full-time romantic. involved in the local arts and amateur theatre scene. a five year old in a forty-four year old’s body (aka. the sweetest man you’ll ever meet).

[lauraborealisx]

Blue masquerade Strangers look on When will they learn This loneliness? Temptation heat Beats like a drum Deep in your veins I will not lie

[selwyning]

emma mcleod - thirty, beleaguered book editor. workaholic deadpan snarker, sharp but soft badass & recent fox pass returnee. loyal to a fault. emotionally constipated mom friend. 

[vexdrolo]

DOLORES GRACE WHITE. 36. horror novelist. pastel dayreams, night terrors, stephen king meets sandy olsson. 

[moonslaura]

BYRON RICHARDS | 23 | ASSOCIATE, RICHARDS, WYE, & GOETHE INSURANCE

The music is so loud that the wide-glass windows overlooking the lake thrum with energy. He sits, on a throne of his own making, ignoring the splotch of red wine that bleeds over Emily’s pristine white couch, a cigarette dangling, from his mouth, the pool lights flickering before a high pitched squeal of some girl being toppled over into the pool. He flicks the ash onto the carpet -- also white, for Emily’s suddenly modern tastes. 

He trades out the glass of wine, only half empty and dug up from his father’s private stores downstairs, for a cheap beer tucked into the breast pocket of his lopsided Trapper’s Society blazer. The party will go unnoticed, they’ve taken Georgeann to Disneyland and then shopping in Bel Air -- extravagant for a ten-year-old, but her right of passage. His feet, slightly muddy from the game of touch-football played on the immaculate yard, are propped up on a high-school yearbook that someone had pulled out and flipped through. His head settled back, swimming, the glittering chandelier spinning above his head, a bra dangling, smoke getting in his eyes.  Golden boy with a faint patina of dust. 

[edgarfknramirez]

( angharad oliviera née griffiths ) the real little mermaid. fish out of water. loving mother. adoring wife. inner fires burning in the eye of a storm. siren song. passionate artiste. gentle and kind.

[toonazcoolforyou]

You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Patrick Bell. 42. Struggling Artist. A man more captivated by what he can’t do rather than what he can. For the times he doesn’t want to think, he dips right back into the old bad habits of the past.