#twack city

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I am SO unbelievably spun...bruh I be feeling like I could whole ass FLY my twacked ass across the state of Indiana a few times around and STILL have energy to spare 😊

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Yandere! Slasher! Heartslabyul Headcanons

Just a quick ramble hopefully because I saw something by @lustlovehart about serial killer Floyd and Jade and I was like: Jade Leech would make a convincing Hannibal Lector. Then I was like Deuce but Jason Voorhes. Now is the product of my brain rot. Non-Twisted Wonderland setting. Reader is gender neutral unless explicitly stated. Minor characters aged up.

Tw: yandere behavior, medical professional abuse, gore, murder, cannibalism, mentions of murder being recorded, forced cannibalism, verbal abuse, ooc Dylla mentions of some other real nasty shit

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Bros the perfect serial killer I mean he's got it all:

Perfectionist attitude, dedicated to his work, abusive mom. I mean the slasher film practically writes itself.

I'm going with Riddle becoming a doctor like his mother was and being known for being one of the most successful doctors in the city. People are waitlisted trying to visit this "miracle doctor".

By day Riddle is the strict perfectionist who cares deeply for his patients, by night Riddle is meticulously finding and sadistically torturing criminals and "rule breakers" before beheading them. At first, he is seen as a benevolent force for ridding the city of its criminals and scum. However, The Red Queen, as he is called, swings her axe indiscriminately and soon beloved public figures are on the chopping block.

You could meet Riddle a multitude of ways, for this I'll say you are a critically ill patient who is in and out of the hospital. Hearing about the "miracle doctor" lead to you pleading with the red head. Riddle was moved by the "innocence" in your eyes and your desperate tone of voice. You needed him. He agreed and started your treatment.

Riddle grows feelings because of your kind and forgiving nature. You don't hold his strict and commanding behavior against him, only seeing it as him doing his job. Finally, someone worthy of the help of the Red Queen.

The problem came when you came into the office battered and bruised one day. Riddle demanded to know who the perpetrator was, but you kept you lips sealed. Riddle grew angry at your defiance, how dare you defy your queen, your protector. He screams at you, causing you to cry and curl into a helpless ball. Riddle feels guilt at making you feel this way and apologizes before gently encouraging you to tell him who your abuser was.

Riddle felt his rage hit an insurmountable amount when you revealed your abuser was the personal nurse your family hired for you. How dare this insolent peasant lay a finger on your divine form? No matter, Riddle will look through your patient files to find information about this personal nurse. He finds out that this nurse lives with you as a live in nurse, Riddle takes this information in with a sadistic grin.

Time to pay them a visit

You heard a garbled croak as you exited your ensuite bathroom. What could be making such a terrible noise? Cautiously you peeped through the door and crept towards the source of the noise. It was coming from your living room. You pattered over to the living room in bare feet, when a strong odor hit you. Iron. TWACK something slides from the living room to your feet. It was a head, YOUR NURSE'S HEAD! You opened your mouth to scream when a gloved hand silenced you. You stiffened as you hear a familiar voice.

Quiet my patient, you don't want to be framed for murder, do you? They were breaking the rules so I must punish them. The rule being one must never harm the spouse of the Red Queen!

Trey Clover:

Yo can you imagine though?

Your sweet town baker feeding you treats he made with love and your ex-boyfriend's flesh and blood (don't worry you'll only taste it a little). All with loving golden eyes and a knowing smile.

After some time in the big city for college, Trey moved back to his hometown to take over his family bakery. He is immediately accepted by the community at large for his amiable and brotherly aura. In no time at all the bakery becomes popular to people outside of the town as well (particularly cannibals and other shady characters).

People come to the front for sweet treats and are led into the back to become the fresh ingredients. Trey mostly murders people that come from out of town and tourists, people the town folk won't miss. However sometimes he has to make do with the outsiders within the town. Anything to feed his clients and himself.

Let's say that you moved to this small town of Bakersfield (name of town) for a fresh start in life, leaving your toxic family and manipulative ex-boyfriend. You decided leaving the city would allow you to escape your problems (plus there were serial killers loose, you didn't want to be beheaded or killed on tape). You like the idea of being part of a small tight knit community that work as one big family. However, you were disappointed when the community greeted you with a cold shoulder. Already your thought new life was going to be a disaster until you met Trey.

Trey met you when you visited his bakery, he doesn't remember seeing your face around (he wonders what you would taste like). He turns on his customer service smile and greets you kindly. Your glum expression immediately turns into a cheery grin. That's strange he kind of likes making you smile. You order one of his special desserts, which he whips up fresh just for you and your beautiful smile (men have pretty smiles too male readers, if I have any).

You end up coming to the bakery pretty often, not only for the sweets but the charming baker who works the front counter. You're surprised that he's single because you think he's quite handsome and kind. You gotten a tiny crush for the man who serves you pastries with a smile, and gives you back your money claiming your presence is enough. Trey put you in such a good mood that you brought some of the extra sweets for your neighbors and actually started making connections with the town's folk.

Trey saw you becoming more welcome with the townspeople and that left a sour taste in his mouth. He had to bite his lip to the point of bleeding to prevent himself from scowling when you rambled about how nice everyone has been. He was the first person to be nice to you and this is how you treat him? Looks like he'll have to play dirty to get back into your good graces. He may or may not have found the number of your old abusive ex and revealed your location. He knows that its wrong, but he'll make it up to you by being your protector.

Soon enough you'll only depend on him

This man was sick. No person you met could look at you so lovingly while bashing your ex's head in with a crowbar. This psycho killed people and ate them and was forcing you to play a twisted form of house. The chain around your leg reminded you of this fact. Every. Single. Day. "Open up my love, you're losing weight far too much, I can't have you wasting away." You look the devil who called himself your husband in the eyes and glared weakly. "I won't eat anything you make!" Trey laughed callously at your scorn. "It's funny that you think you have a choice." A rough hand grasps your jaw while the other pushes its way inside. You knew better than to bite his fingers, pain was a cruel teacher. The spoon of stew lays in your mouth and the hand holding your jaws puts more pressure on it causing you to whimper.

"If you swallow, you won't have to stay in the cold and lonely basement. Won't that be nice, sweet pea, you'll get to sleep in our nice warm bed. Only if you're a good for me and swallow.

Cater Diamond (longest one by far)

Hoo boy, this dude also is prime slasher material.

We'll keep the backstory of overbearing sisters and constantly moving due to his dad's job. This wore on his psyche harshly and made him more shut off from the rest of his family. Of course, his family only started caring when his grades start to slip. He was diagnosed with depression and ADHD. The medication only helped him get better at faking being happy and carefree all the time. His life allowed for him to become a very good liar and mask emotions very well. When in high school and during his current adult life social media was his one safe place where he could feel happy. Everything was fake and that gave him comfort that others people's lives were probably as miserable as his. He perfected his camera work and putting on a cute face for his audience and became quite a successful instaounce model (haha I made it more American) and influencer. When Cater graduated (barely) he refused to go to college and instead focused on pursuing his dreams of becoming a full-time influencer.

While Cater may seem cute, sociable, and relatable online, he also is jealous, vindictive, and murderous offline. He sees other people who are pretty and popular as a threat to his online presence, and threats must be eradicated. Enter his other pastime on the internet, streaming himself torturing and killing popular people on social media for an eager and sadistic audience. He goes by the username Killer_Diamond 💎���♦️ and has millions globally bid to see who's suggested method of torture will be expertly carried out by Cater's creepily cheerful persona.

For this we'll say you're the cute new barista at an aesthetically pleasing cafe Cater frequents for coffee pics. You greet Cater with the same positive energy he exudes. He orders a very complicated coffee, and you create the coffee right the first time. No one in all the time he's been here has gotten his order to his high standards. Why are you so special? It almost makes him frown how flawlessly you completed his order, but your genuine smile makes the sides of his fake grin wobble. How could you so openly and freely be happy?

Let's say that you were adventurous and decided to peruse the dark web for some spooky content to sate your curiosity. When you stumble into a red room by accident. What you saw horrified you a person who you recognize as some model your friend gushes about being hot was being tortured as the live chat was filled with other horrific suggestions as what else to do to her. You felt bile come into your mouth as you saw the person in a bunny mask rip the model's eye out, causing her to scream loudly. The bunny mask turns back to the camera and chirps "Ooh a new person tuned in, say hello to them." You slam your laptop shut and lay awake in bed all night.

Cater felt like he had a new pep in his step, humming to himself a popular song he made his way to the cafe. Murdering always cleared his head and helped him destress, much more affordable than therapy. He greets you with a genuine zeal to see you, poor thing with large eyebags and a shell-shocked expression. He didn't like seeing you so disturbed. He asked you what was wrong, only for you to fake a cheery expression and ask him for his order. Cater knew you didn't trust him, so he'd have to befriend you if he wanted you to speak. Perhaps even kill the person who made you so upset.

Wait kill? Why did he care what happened to the person who upset you?

Cater offers you to sit and have a coffee with him, you try to explain that you're still on shift but Cater doesn't hear it and sits down beside you. Cater knows how to keep a conversation going and knows just the right things to say to make you more trusting of his intentions. He's a bit irritated that you still won't tell him why you're upset, but no worries he'll get you to open up.

You were losing sleep over the murder you saw take place. It had been weeks ago, but you still could see that eye on the tip of that knife. Should you call the police? No, the murderer might be able to trace it back to you. What on Earth are you going to do? Your phone pings notifying you that Cater or Cay-Cay as he prefers you to call him was messaging you.

Hey babe<3

Found this cute little hole in the wall sushi place, thought it'd be good for you to come and eat some food with Cay-Cay😘💕

Well, you'd always have Cater.

On my way Cay!

Cater has never felt love before. His family meant nothing to him, and he would never reach out to a fan in distress. However, you were perfect, so sweet and friendly. He felt like he could hide his murder stream from you and just pretend to be your normal loving boyfriend. He felt a blush come to his face at the thought of you being officially his partner. You'd take so many cute couple photos! However, you were too cute for your own good, attracting boys, girls, and others by being your sweet little self. It's not fair that you're so charming that other people want you! THIS WILL NOT STAND! Cater ramps up the murders and even ignores his chat pleading for him to drag them out longer. He just needs you to see that he's your perfect match, even if he must kill the ones, you love and isolate you.

No matter what happens Cater will have a place in your heart. Even if he gets that place by killing.

You were terrified, one night of drinking away your sorrows and now you woke up to total darkness. You tried to feel you way out, but your hands were bound behind your back. Oh god you've been kidnapped! You were going to die! A blinding light turns on revealing a luxurious room with red walls. Oh, seven this was the red room you saw! The person with the rabbit mask walks to the camera which was pointed at you. "Hello again my lovely viewers today I have a very special guest, my lovely!" You shake as tears fill your eyes; you try to scream but the tape covering your mouth prevents you. "Ah, ah, dear, wait till we get home to let out those pretty screams. My audience is not allowed to hear them." Another spotlight lands on a terrified friend of yours who you remember vanished a few days ago. They looked to be in rough shape. The rabbit figure bounced on their heels and walks very close to you with his back to the camera. "Before we start, I'd like to give my co-star a quick kiss for good luck. The figure takes the mask off and you gasp at the familiar face of you friend Cater.

"I know it's not the real thing, but I'll kiss you right on the tape. Oh, don't cry darling you'll have all of Cay-Cay later tonight. For now, we have an audience to entertain!

Deuce Spade:

Bro's literally just Jason Vorhees and Bubba Sawyer I mean come on, a puppy dog like killer who listens to the dead voice of his mother and you only.

Let's say Deuce was raised alone with his mother in the woods, his mother only leaving him to go gather supplies in the town. His mother had to raise him on her own and instilled in him a fear and hatred towards outsiders. Due to his mother raising him by herself and him never attending school, he isn't very educated and had delayed speech. His mother died when he was ten making him officially go crazy and hallucinate his mom still being with him. He's a hermit who lives off the woods and kills anyone who steps foot on his property.

You were a case worker who found a case of a woman who "abandoned" her child in the woods. Weird it's been swept under the rug for twelve or so years. Well, you weren't one to heed the warning of other case workers who begged you not to go. You weren't going to let some child continue to be neglected.

Deuce was going through the motions of his routine. Waking up, dressing, putting on his mask, kill something for breakfast, cook it, and he was currently repairing the small cabin. His mother had gone silent for some time, and it was worrying Deuce. Did his mother abandon him? A loud noise shakes Deuce out of his thoughts, as a terrifying metal monster approaches the house. Mother what do I do?

You drive your car through the woods towards the address on the file. Weird there's no official road up to the house nor any signs signifying that you are going in the right direction. Suddenly an item came hurtling towards your wind shield causing you to scream in terror. Holy shit is that an axe?! You hear a figure thunder up towards you and you scream in terror. A lanky blue haired man with a hockey mask covered in blood grabs the axe from the windshield and raises it above your head. You are prepared to ram the car into his body until he freezes.

Deuce what are you doing? A familiar feminine voice reproaches in his ear. His mother didn't want him to kill the trespasser? Mother I'm getting rid of the trespasser, like you've taught me. A ghostlike pinch formed on his cheek. Why would you try and kill your spouse that I handpicked just for you? After I put all that effort in Deucy you're still so ungrateful! Deuce grunts as he puts a hand up to his masked cheek. No mother I am grateful...they're actually quite attractive. Then stop wasting time and grab them before they drive away!

You scream as a hand breaks through your window and tries to pull you out of your car. You frantically swat at the hand that pulls you out of the driver's seat and places you over his shoulder. You kick and scream as he walks back to the cabin with you in tow, it was insulting how easy he managed to pick you up (Deuce is super strong in this, so fat readers you weigh nothing to him). You didn't want to die before finding the kid. "Hey, let me go, I need to find this kid named Deuce Spade!" The hulking figure freezes.

You are now being held off the ground and, in his arms, (if you're tall your feet are dragging) looking you dead in the eye. You try to maintain calm but who the hell would maintain calm when this muscular hermit is mouth breathing directly on you. The figure takes his mask off to reveal a handsome yet scared face of a man with blue hair, that looked a little too familiar. "Mother was right, you really are made for me." You open your mouth to protest when a pair of rough lips make contact with yours. You pound his firm chest with your fist, to no avail. The man pulls back to look at you with lovesick eyes and a heavily flushed face. "I'm Deuce Spade and mother said you are mine. How wonderful it is to have someone else in the family now!" Oh, geez what have you gotten yourself into.

Ace Trappola:

I heavily dislike Ace, like he rubbed me off the wrong way when we first met him in the game. I know everyone is supposed to be a villain but for someone who's one of our best friends he likes to insult us a little too much (more than the actual ex-bully). I'll try to do my best besides the biased (there are others who I didn't like on first meeting but grew to like).

Ace Trappola and you are childhood friends to your families. To you he's been a monster hell bent on torturing you till the day you die. He'll play the sweet golden boy next door to your parents, asking politely if you're home. Your parents sacrifice you to the demon in front of you to "play". They always blame you for the scratches and bruises you have after the "play date". He always gives you the same sadistic grin when others aren't watching.

Ace is a messed-up boy who wants to make you scared of him. He thinks it's funny when you cry in pain as he tugs your hair or punches you in the face. You're so much weaker than him and that gives him a high like no other. When puberty hit however, you grew much taller and stronger than Ace and wouldn't be pushed around anymore. When he brought a knife to school to scare you, you beat him to a bloody pulp. Something changed in him when you stood over him, once docile eyes filled with rage. It was kinda hot not gonna lie.

Ace goes from the bully to a psycho who stalks you constantly. You must have hit him too hard because instead of wanting to hurt you, he's hurting others who try and be around you. You think he's disgusting every time he groans when you hit him to get him to stop following you. Ace gets taken away to a psyche ward after the Senior Prom massacre. Let's say he didn't take to kindly to you asking someone out to the prom who wasn't him and killed almost every senior in your class including your date. You were the one who knocked him out for the cops to take away. His and your parents were distraught as they never thought an angel like Ace could do something so terrible. You were just glad you'd never have to see him again.

You moved on with your life and worked your way through college getting a degree in your dream field and meeting someone nice. Unfortunately, nothing goes your way as news broke out that an escaped mental patient had fled after a transfer to the mental institution in the town you were in. Ace knew where you planned on going to college and meticulously planned a way to get there so you can be reunited.

You were having a quiet night in, house sitting for a relative who lived nearby. You had ordered some pizza and put on some horror movies. You were watching Hallow's Eve (spoof on Halloween) when the doorbell rang. Must be the pizza guy. To your horror a familiar red head was at the front door in a blue mechanic suit holding a kitchen knife and was drenched in blood. "Hiya (Y/N) hope ya didn't miss yer boyfriend too bad? Cause I missed you a lot. You promptly slamed the door in his face. You don't have time for this.

Mwah different horror tropes hope you liked it. Now that I think about it, Ruggie and Leona or Ace and Deuce would make a pretty good Billy and Stu. Love ya bye!

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

My first fic was perceived as ok so this is pt.2 of my little Zhogan propaganda. Yayyy! 🎉

(⚠️RPF below this scroll if you don’t like it ⚠️)

this is a long ass fic, 5,098 characters

ALSO if you haven't read pt.1 go ahead as it will make sense if you read from the beginning https://www.tumblr.com/stoptakingthegoodname5/759633630758928384/just-your-regular-little-bass-pro-date?source=share

/ hope you enjoy :)

Zhou’s lines: —“these are my lines”—

Logans lines: ——“these are my lines”——

/ Guess I do like the store… like you. /

Zhou laid his feet on the dash on Logans rental car, due to the different traffic laws in the states he rather be the passenger princess. It was a small little unspoken rule for the two as Logan drove the roads in the Americas, and Zhou did the roads in Asia but funny enough they do rock paper scissors for who drives around when they’re in Europe. Of course the media finds it weird that Logan or Zhou drive’s each other around but they always play it out as “oh we’re best buddies!”— and all that bullshit.

Zhou looked at his boyfriend who is straight faced at the moment eyes on the road up north of Texas to a city called Dallas, he wasn’t really paying much attention as he huffed —“broooo how long do we have to we go to this fish shop?”— Zhou said tired of being on the road Logans laugh echoed through the truck as he smiled ——“just a little bit longer dude, we still have a hour away.”—— This made the Chinese man to groan in a tired tone —“sigh of course this state is bigger than most countries in Europe this is bullshit….”—

——“now now dude we’re almost there just enjoy the ride, plus don’t crack the windshield with your feet on the dash ok?”—— Zhou rolled his eyes as he nods as the music played on the radio many cars come and go on the highway. As for Zhou he was invested in his phone scrolling mindlessly on twitter and or Instagram.

After a hour on the road they made it close to downtown Dallas and Zhou was chuckling as he helped a stressed Logan out on the highway —"bro turn left to get off I-30 we need to eastbound what the fuck are you doing"— he said cackling at the situation as his boyfriend huffed pissed off at the situation, as Texan drivers are ruthless but the Floridian was worse ——"I'm trying babe but this jackass wont move!!"—— he honked at the car in front as he floored the truck faster to barely make it into their exit. Logan heard the other diver curse them out and in an eye roll he responded to the comment ——"yeah yeah you kiss your mother with that fucking mouth?! jackass....."——

After that incident Logan and Zhou made it to the beautiful Lake on the east side of Dallas about 17 miles off to the east driving up to the Bass Pro Shops Logan kept hyping the whole trip. Zhou hopped out the F-150 as he puts his shoes on, closing the door with a soft twack he walked around the white truck to notice Logan's appearance —"really dude you're wearing that?"— Logan shocked at his boyfriend’s harsh words as he looked at his outfit ——"what whats wrong with it?! I think I look good fwi!"—— he said a bit pained that his causal wear was being criticized the irony of it all it was by his own lover! What Logan wore was a light grey tee and some loose basketball shorts which really doesn't do him any favors, and my god Birkenstocks and white socks?! Ugh the gut wrenching horror Zhou experience with that outfit be might well pass out in this parking lot.

Logan rolled his eyes and punched Zhou's arm ——"whatever jackass lets just go in the damn store"—— he knew to not annoy him further as Zhou apologized softly and held his hand as they walk in the Bass Pro. Both men walking in Zhou was hit with a massive culture shock —"my god what the fuck Is this place?!"— he said confused and a bit overwhelmed at all the sights. —"I mean like there's camo clothing everywhere! And is this place just themes as a big log cabin?!"— Logan on the other hand chuckled at Zhou's shock to this new place as the Asian didn't like the American laughing at his expense so he punched his gut —"not funny jackass!! I'm overwhelmed aren't you going to help your "boyfriend?!"—

Logan kept cackling as he wiped a stray tear off his eye before smiling painedly ——"OW? that hurt you know you prick!"—— he kept some amusement in his voice as Zhou wasn't even overstimulated he was just pissed at his lover laughing at him ——"ok bro you had your laugh, ha ha ha!"—— he said sarcastic as he felt Logan's arms wrap around his waist as he gave him a soft kiss to the neck for comfort ——"sorry babe you were too funny to tease, didn't mean to hurt your feelings...."—— Logan said more genuine in the voice that always made Zhou's heart melt after 15 seconds he sighed heavy and leaned into his touch ——"sigh sorry for lashing out man... just the culture shock y'know?"— Logan smiles and nods ——"yes dude I know I was an ass for even joking while you were in shock... hey let me make it up to you I'll buy you anything in this store on me ok? And maybe we can go to this gas station called Buc-ee's on the way back ok?"——

Zhou smiled softly as he chuckled —"spoiling me eh? anything from this store... and Buc-ee's later? Fine fine I forgive you Logan maybe I will grab a ugly camo hoodie as my first item"— with that Logan smiles softly and kissed Zhou's cheek ——"ah you seem to be getting fond of this place already, do you like the store Zhou...."—— he blushed embarrassed as he was already a kinda liking this store after all the theatrics he did before but to keep his pride he shook his head. Looking into his boyfriends eyes he sighed knowing it wasn't even worth it to lie today and he nods —"Yes bro, Guess I do like the store... like you"—

(Second story Jesus Christ, hope you guys like it and thanks to @midnight-grandprix for the header and a small mention to @kichona-s 🩷🩷😊)

((Little game to play check to see in the story a hint for Pt. 3 oooooo 👻))

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"yeah, you know your heart's twerking" -fuckin Anthony

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My girl Kat who I met in jail and I are chillin getting twacked with one of her dude friends, well I start bitching about acid reflux right, so then Kat asks if my shot was too strong... and I forgot how to form words

[slumsofbamabelle-blog]

DOC.... crystal meth

To complete the first step of admitting would be painful completely and utterly painful but its what a lot have to do. For a long time I didn’t know what the true meaning of addiction was, you see yourself at first as just having fun doing the same thing all the other kids were doing. It soon became a crutch to make my home life not seem as shitty as you wanted to believe it was even thought it was a lot better than most. We had demons lurking in the shadows of our “happy home” waiting for us to round a corner and ruin what seemed to be a normal day with just a phone ringing or text tone. You find yourself time after time locking yourself in your room swallowing whatever new pills your friend gave you in the bathroom at school lighting that cigaretten you picked up out of your parents pack laying around or 1/2 a blunt you had to smoke with neigh or boy so you had someone to roll it for you. Inhaling that freedom you’ve grown to know and love, just for it to turn into snorting that wonderful white substance off the back of your favorite eye shadow palette because nothing else was working anymore. Before you know it you’re sitting in the bottom of your closet hiding from nothing because no one is in your room and the bedroom door is locked but you cant be too careful, you strike that bic lighter and it lights up the dark space you’ve found yourself in. clothes hanging above you, your cheerleading uniform and the ones from years past, that one lonely beauty pageant dress you kept because it was the only one you won just a sash, that Easter dress you wear every year until you outgrow it, countless shoes you never wear because you finally broke in those dark brown wallabies you got last year on your birthday and countless boxes of notes from friends you want nothing to do with anymore, pictures of places you’ll never visit again and things from your past life you want nothing from anymore. then you realize the flame from you lighter got the metal guard hotter than you realized burning the flesh from your thumb because you weren’t paying attention. You wait in the dark, teeth chattering, now the metals cooled off and you get excited, you strike that lighter one more time and the tip of the flame meets that smooth round piece of glass in your hand. It starts to shake as you see smoke but you feel badass knowing exactly when, and how fast to move your fingers and wrist to manipulate the smoke and boiling hot substance to make that perfect hit, you put your lips to the end of the glass and inhale with everything in you over and over just like the cute boy from your best friends house showed you earlier that summer. Your head spins and heart races, knowing you’re okay now or you think you are, but its ok were just having fun not knowing were hanging ourselves with our own minds being the same ropes that bind us as we were thrown over the ledge to see if we would sink or stay a float. we sunk..

[choasinthemaking]

It be like that sometimes

[t-o-r-t-u-r-e-d-p-o-e-t]

I just had to Google what time it is because I couldn't remember if it was AM or PM

[choasinthemaking]

Super feeling’ myself today! 💜