bones.

[ SMS :  지은 ]02:20PM: i think i’m going in tonight.02:20PM: can you bail me out?

[ SMS :  지호 ]09:00PM: i need cigs.

[ SMS :  suga ]02:20PM: try to mess with me again.02:20PM: i’ll give you a different kind of 15 minutes of fame.

[ SMS :  scarlett ]11:15PM: isn’t the way dead bodies rot fascinating?11:18PM: except for the smell, of course.

tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

     &. ❛ i fucking hate cops. ❜ his hands are still jittery with leftover inebriation, bones feeling like lead weights — and each time he tries to recall what went down the previous night, he’s met with blinding flickers of lights (all kind, strobelight, stroboscope—) and warmth against the base of his skull (like a furling fire). ❛ do you have anything for headaches? i feel like my head’s gonna pop. ❜

[ SMS :  ben ]07:00PM: there was once a man named ‘odd’. people made fun of him because of his name so he decided to keep his gravestone blank when he died. now, when people pass by the burial site, they point and say, “that’s odd." 

[ SMS :  태현 ]05:03AM: hheyv !!05:03AM: i sjst , ? i cant find my ca05:14AM: carr* an i thignk i broke y05:15AM: my finge . cna u come get m ?

[ SMS :  차희 ]02:31AM: he’s out of jail.

[ SMS : 푸름 ]09:54PM: you’re running out of time.09:45PM: one hour to get rid of it.

[ SMS :  슬기 ]05:10PM: could you ring an ambulance?05:15PM: i’m not sure but,05:16PM: yeah, no. i was shot.