#scandaal

[aldasart]

Watched "Too Hot To Handle" ironically, but my appreciation for the girls' outfits is anything but

[goodnessandgrief]

“september is a weary month”, Yasmin Belkhyr / “tired of me”, Karina Grace / E.E. / scandaal via Tumblr / “Loneliness”, Fanny Howe / Jenny Slate

[zambianobserver]

CAGE criminals selling land in Kasompe airstrip

CAGE criminals selling land in Kasompe airstrip

CAGE criminals selling land in Kasompe airstrip. We in the Leadership Movement strongly believe that whatever is going on now has exposed the rot in the administration of land. The Land Commissioner cannot claim innocent from this scandaal because issuance of land belonging to the military confirms the extent to which corruption in the Land administration has gone. We would like to advise the…

[homoerotisch]

misschien heel fout maar ik geniet echt van het mondkapjes scandaal

[thestoryisneverastory]

"Shaame.. I'm a fun drunk, Story's just got her ink ina twist.."

Jamie watched them leave with a snicker..

"Going to find my hooole.. Jamie hole.. Scandaal.. Heh."

Dark felt themself dragged from wherever they had been, face to face with a massive, white, nothingness.

"Dark, this is going to be the first thing I ask you to do here, okay? "

"Go find Jamie for me. She's.. " Story took a deep breath, " She's gone off into a tear in the story again. " (@thestoryisneverastory)

Dark blinked wearily. "Wait, like, right now?" They yawned. "I just woke up but... okay, I guess--? How do I let you know when I do?"

[whorethodoxy]

I'm so sorry if I'm in the wrong most of the time. I don't mean to be. I love you and I miss you.

[bd-wireroses]

“...whell....allright.”

He puts his puppet down and reaches into the mass of hair in front of his face...

“Can’t cawse a scandaal without beeing public...”

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Lucky finally decides to sit next to the kid with the puppet. Worst comes to worst he'll probably just get up and leave, she thinks. (moriohs-little-demon)

@moriohs-little-demon

Mizudoria moves his puppet to give them more space at the lunch table. It's resting on the table with its feet dangling gently - giving anybody across the lunch room an unblinking stare.

He eats a banana both without parting his hair and not revealing any face.

[sleazybabe]

i forgot how much i enjoy getting completely transfixed in stuff like this

[lovearixx]

my best friend ignores my snaps

[sleazybabe]

your hands are shaking” you tell me. i say “it’s just a little cold out is all” i don’t say my body doesn’t seem to want to let you go. you look me in the eye, touch my arm softly and say “it doesn’t have to be like this, we can work this out” i respond not making eye contact. instead settling on a massive oak tree swaying slightly in the distance. i nod and tell you “yes, it does” and “i have to go” and “i’ll see you around sometime.” i don’t say i feel my heart in between my toes or that i don’t think my lungs will be able to breathe deeply for awhile. you have to understand how badly I want to blindly follow the pounding in my ribs straight into your arms but I’ve done that one too many times by now to know that I’ll suffocate before our hearts even have the chance to beat in sync. i drag my two thousand pound feet through the concrete, tripping on our happiest memories and landed hard on the last two months. i wipe the blood from my cut up hands on my light blue jeans and finish the walk home while picking gravel from my palms. i throw the jeans into the wash and put the kettle on and swear that i’m still shaking because the cool october weather has not settled on my bones yet and take a deep breath and whisper “i am alright. we deserve a faint epilogue” i don’t say getting up for a cup of tea seems too ambitious right now. the kettle whistles in response.

autumn is such a convenient time for heartache

[allgedonic]

[ijustwannabeyourss-blog]

It's our fault

JadonsPOV: a lot has happened in the past month or so. Brad found a new group of friends and Brianna has a new boyfriend. Brandon. Saying her name hurts now. We spent every day together talking about anything and everything. The moon, the sun, do caterpillars know they're going to transform into butterflies, life. Little did she know, slowly, her golden hair was slowly becoming my sun, her lips the moon, her eyes the ocean and her tears the tide. Her skin was like snow, but her in general. She was becoming my world. As the weeks went on i heard less and less from her. She had become like a bear going into hibernation for the winter. The days have become lonely. I guess you could say it's my fault for falling for a mysterious girl with tsunami tide eyes and pale skin. BriannasPOV: I was going through my camera roll and stopped when I saw a picture of Brad,jadon,brandon,and I. We all looked so happy. I wanted it back. I craved it. It's such a bitter sweet thing, to want. Especially when you know it's something you're never going to get back. I missed brad but I couldn't take it. He'd rather her high than be with me. It hurt. The next day I met up with jadon at the park. When I got there he was sitting on the swing. I stopped before walking up to him. He looked like he had just had his heart broken. When I went up to him U could see the tears he was trying to fight back. I hugged him and suddenly I began to cry as well. Two heart broken kids with high hopes. "We should stop hoping they'll come back" I said. He looked away. "It's our fault for thinking we could fix broken hearts without getting cut"

[sleazybabe]

when you tell me you think you may be in love with me u have to understand that i was never made for this. at age 3, my mother left and took the kindness of my fathers heart with her. the giddy laughs were replaced by threatening screams and wet beds. ((i soon forgot fathers were meant to show love.)) at age 10, i finally saw my mother again. i still don’t understand how she stole my heart when her’s was no longer beating. ((“6 feet under is a good look for your mother, you should try it”)) at age 14, my sister(17) showed me that love was in fact capable of surrounding us. that even after the decade of being told we would never amount to anything, we learned that we could, at the very least, amount to a lover. however, we didn’t know what this would entail. her ribs were snapped off, one by one, leaving her exposed. the hot air from her boyfriends whispers set her heart on fire and were put out when there was nothing left but smoke and ashes. ((i lent her my lungs for a year.)) at age 15, i pretended to read lolita. i thought it would be pleasantly ironic, seeing you were inviting me into your 19 year old bones. ((i wish i had actually read the book so i would see that everyone just ends up fucked and dead.)) at age 16, i learned a new word. ((un·re·quit·ed ˌənrəˈkwīdəd/ adjective (of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded.)) and now the word love means nothing to the burns on the back of my throat that have tasted so much worse than you so don’t doubt for a second that i won’t take a bite and spit you right out.

i’ve never allowed myself to become a lover and i don’t think i ever will