ALONE and LONELY         are not the same thing.
                 â but sometimes,                  I get CONFUSED                  about which I am.
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        ALONE and LONELY         are not the same thing.
                 â but sometimes,                  I get CONFUSED                  about which I am.

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Michiel Huisman by Inga Powilleit.
beelzebonerâ:
ask game: Is this character fuckable?
repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now
iâd top them | iâd bottom for them
iâd dom them | iâd sub for them
one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me
đŹ - armande send you pictures of her desk and is waiting for you to take the hint
rumors.
    â how is this a rumor? how are any of these rumors? sheâs sent me pictures of her desk like, eighty times. i took the hint. her office got an earful. it was all very nice and lovely. she has me trained like one of pavlovâs dogs at this point. itâs really fucked up, actually. â @revelaare
revelaareâ:
âwhatâcha doing tomorrow?â
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    â donât do this to me, succubus. thereâs only so much i can take. you know iâm weak. â
đŹ you're packing thick meat
rumors.
    â iâm sorry, i canât take this wording seriously. â

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đŹ - armande send you pictures of her desk and is waiting for you to take the hint
rumors.
    â how is this a rumor? how are any of these rumors? sheâs sent me pictures of her desk like, eighty times. i took the hint. her office got an earful. it was all very nice and lovely. she has me trained like one of pavlovâs dogs at this point. itâs really fucked up, actually. â @revelaare
đŹ - your ass is SOLID
rumors.
    â solid? like ?? solid gold? the midas touch? tight? rock hard? i do clenches at the table at work. you know, wire a jaw shut, clench the ass. drain the blood, clench the ass. flush with formaldehyde? clench the ass. i suppose itâs pretty solid. â
đŹ - you have a not so good relationship with your brother, because of your father.
rumors.
    â if by not so good you mean non-existent then ... yes. and i can blame jakob as much as i want, but at the end of the day the only one to blame is me. â
đŹ - you a simp for armande
rumors.
    â simp? no. do nice things for? yes. let control me in more personal settings? more often than you think. but simping suggests i think iâm entitled to her attention, or have false hope about that, and she gives it to me, for some reason. so simp i am not. lucky, though ... thatâs a whole other monster. â @revelaare
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tell me the tale of the lost boys with hollow eyes and aching hearts who went astray so long ago they no longer remember what home is
cursed to forever wander through a lonely world | r.h. (via jeremysknox)
   location: java addicts.    open to: @lincdawsonâ
   heâd learned, a long time ago, that ignoring a glaring problem did not make it go away. in the same vein, ira was so much less likely to do something if it was repeatedly told to him. talk to lincoln, talk to lincoln, talk to lincoln. heâd heard it so much since halloween that it could practically serve as a poor manâs mantra ---one that summoned some hideous, snarling demon that ira was not ready or willing to combat quite yet. on the best of days he only lost some words, only found himself partially tongue-tied when he read something aloud, only mildly forgot a concept instead of the entire idea and had to toe around the right phrasing to put it into reality. (in a lot of ways it felt like he was learning english again, where heâd forget the word he wanted and try to attack it from another angle, substitute the lost concept with something similar to, but not quite the same ---a throwback to thirty-five years or more prior). on the worst of days his migraines were debilitating where ira was something of a shut-in with all of the effort to stave away the ache enough to even get to the bathroom and be sick somewhere proper. all in all, he wouldnât recommend concussions to anyone who might be considering it.
   and in truth he still wasnât ready to talk to lincoln, not really, considering how much anger still roiled beneath his skin. at least he could manage that anger without it driving a sharp spike into his brain every time it flared up. so he drummed his fingers against the small table in java addicts, his coffee mostly untouched save for the one or two sips heâd taken initially, and waited. if heâd thought that reaching out to set this up was the hard part, he was sorely mistaken. arms crossed over his chest, somewhat slumped in the seat, hair mussed from tugging off his beanie on the way in, he waited. maybe he wouldnât show ---and maybe all of this could be avoided. but the bile threatening the back of his throat suggested otherwise, and as much of an idealist as ira evans could be, he new it wouldnât be so easy as that.
ft. christine lin.
âNearly?â She asked before she could stop herself, though she didnât fully expect an answer. If nothing else, it did make her wonder about her own father - a man she had never known. (God, didnât that sound like the most stereotypical start to a stripperâs life?) She wondered if she might have hated him too, if sheâd been given the chance.Â
âWell - thatâs sweet. But I think youâre too modest,â she accused, mildly, though her face split into a smile. âI just like to call it as I see it. Donât worry - Iâm not trying to replace that one hell of a woman. My boyfriend wouldnât like that, anyway.â Smirking, she sipped her coffee again and then nodded, shrugging. âNo, Iâve never left. I grew up here. Missed opportunity, maybe, but I donât have any regrets about it. Iâve had a pretty decent life. Which probably makes you wonder what I have to complain about, but - I donât know, the frequency of murder attempts can be tough.â
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    â mmn, nearly. iâd like to say that iâve grown completely and utterly heartless to the man, but a part of me will always love him because of blood. even if he was the worst human i can imagine. â even if he was only now realizing the years of mental and emotional abuse heâd endured at his fatherâs hands, in retrospect and when peering back at the instances. but that was neither here nor there, and this was not the company to expan upon or think of it. ira only chuckled softly to himself, in a sardonic sort of way. âi have my moments of being egotistical. usually when it comes to work or wearing an expensive suit. otherwise iâll stick to modesty. itâs a good policy, you know?âÂ
   he rolled his shoulders in a slow shrug, something small as not to shirk off the entire conversation. â i wasnât worried that you were. complimenting people should become more normal, without assumptions that itâs a pick-up line. itâs nice to hear when things are appreciated, you know? society is just so ... â and iraâs words trailed off, gestured with a wave of his hand to signify what he couldnât quite describe. â the crime in chicago is the very reason i hoofed it in the first place. i mean, opportunity knocked but ... iâm not happy to be back. i canât wait to leave but iâve got some things to settle out before i do. and so it goes ---stuck here, watching one bad thing happen after the next. â lips pressed into a thin line, mindlessly he shifted, drawing an invisible line across his forehead to match the very freshly healing gash that was there: pink and soft, new skin that would maybe blend in well-enough not to be seen one day.
   ââinheritance, (insp).
ft. christine lin.
Of course her eyes widened just a little bit as she blinked. She was flippant, but she wasnât heartless, and she shook her head a little bit. âShit. Iâm sorry. ThatâŠ.â She couldnât find the adequate word for the whole thing, so she just shook her head again and sighed. âThatâs tough.â She busied herself with another sip before she smiled, just a bit. âWell - theyâre a lucky someone, whoever they are.â Her smile became more genuine then. âYouâre easy on the eyes.â Biting her lip, she tipped her head to the side, satisfied. âWhere did you go? After you moved out.â
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    â donât apologize. i nearly hated him. â ira was easily dismissive of the sentiment, knowing that it wasnât needed at all. he had never gotten along with jakob evans. being sorry about it now wouldnât serve him at all. with a swallow of his coffee ira allowed himself to bask in the momentary warmth before wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue and nodding along. â no, iâm the lucky one. sheâs one hell of a woman. way better than i deserve. â and he meant it - heâd wondered, frequently, how heâd been so lucky as to stumble into such a relationship ... but something about looking gift horses in the mouth. â am i? havenât been accused of that one, yet. thanks. â and a beat passed, eyes narrowing for the reminder of his youth. â my mother divorced my father, moved to maine. she met another man shortly after and married him. lived there for a while, then moved to vermont. thatâs where i was before coming back. ---what about you? always stuck here or lucky enough to escape for a spell? â

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ft. christine lin.
âWell. At risk of pointing out the obviousâŠ.â She nodded at him as if to say youâre still here. Cup between her palms, she looked at him for a few moments, studying his face in a way that would surely get Jacques immediately on the defense. But after another moment, she glanced away again, only to snap back when he spoke again. âWhy did you come back, then? Owe someone some money?â It was something of a joke, but her curiosity was real as she tilted her head, dark eyes trained on him. âFind a girlfriend?â It was none of her business, but she had made a habit of digging into things that she knew very well werenât her business at all.
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    â hence why itâs a black hole. â and he was keen to leave it on that, nothing more to say about the reason heâd been sucked back into the void that was chicago. fuck, how he hated it here. and the scar that marred his forehead, fresh and pink and still healing from the hard collision versus the old wooden table, told a story about how heâd suffered for being here. but his companyâs question opened up a fresh wound and ira was just as beholden as the next person to answer the budding inquiry. â my father died. â his voice sounded perhaps a bit more thoughtful than he had intended on it, made it seem as if he was broken up about the passing of such a man. in reality heâd been locked into chicago because of the home, the renovations, and the need to flip it before he moved back. and the jest in the womanâs tone made him smirk, even if in slight. â and ... then yes, i started seeing someone. â