╰ // - blunt force trauma.

before it all becomes the same old song

         “  what seems to be the problem?  ”  brows pull together in CURIOUSITY and concern. the morning has barely begun and already it seems there is excitement, and maybe not the GOOD kind, brewing in the air. if anything, growing up in her father’s shop has taught her to deal well with conflict. or at least not let it bother her as much as it might otherwise. angry customers and all. — @bonecut //  s.c. 

so, he’s covered in blood. don’t worry about it. all he knows is that he needs somewhere to chill, at least for a while, to keep the rectifiers from finding him. who would have thought that traveling back three hundred years throughout time would land him in a place that STILL held people within institutions & deemed them as hospitals. bullshit. all of it. he scoffs & clears his throat. might be limping a bit. “just uh-- was lookin’ for a job,” he feigns, nodding & clearing his throat.

🕊  *          @bonecut     liked .

                                          “depends.” toothpick removed from lips. a smirk. “whats in it for me?”

Paulo Coelho (via kristensnotebook)

I will persevere and try my best to not live in fear of others wronging me in a similar way you did. (via mimosaleewrites)

                                 @bonecut     ♡ ’d

      he just takes a forlorn dragged gulp from his whiskey bottle ; metal gaze fixed-- dry paint ( so mesmerizing ).

@bonecut 

     “...” he’s not impressed. “run along, little girl.”