i'd do me.

Palo Alto (2013) dir. Gia Coppola

                                              BRAND NEW SEASON THIS FALL !!

coraline is pretty much me

Salma Deera, “I could howl against your hair” (via writingwillows)

Fall Out Boy // Uma Thurman

                                 ( ind. CRY BABY, based on the album by MELANIE MARTINEZ. )

                                he is surprised, no, SHOCKED by her question. looking back, he’s probably never been asked that question before. his parents both KNEW very well that he’d never even been CLOSE to dating and his friends, well     —-    he didn’t have any.    “ i, i, i, i   — uhm, i, yeah.. i - yeah, i am. “ a pause.          “        —– and YOU? “

         his quitness is annoying but he's cute as a button. she admires his jaw, his body structure, his overall appearance. the stutter can be adorable if she squints both eyes. barb's glad she asked, knows where she stands at. — what are her chances. that it won't be necessary to kill a bitch to get through. but she's fine for now. body takes in the drugs and all.  ❛ i'm single too. we could hang out when this is over, don't you think? ❜

                                  CONFUSED by her sudden change of behavior, a slight frown spreads on his face. what exactly was happening right now?    “ yeah,   i-i guess so …  “    why the sudden interest? did she want him to buy CIGARETTES for her or something?           —- knowing him he’d probably cave in and actually do it. 

          ❛ cool...and are you single, dex? ❜ as spineless as she is, blurs out a question with such interest, resting elbows on her thighs. awaiting his answer eagerly. for seconds, for minutes, for hours. she is waiting, resembling a lioness waiting for its pray to move. and barb gladly waits until his answer reaches her ears.

                                 and again  —- HE WAITS until her attention is back on him. for the first time he looks up at her for longer than a few seconds, getting his FIRST good look at her since they’ve been locked in.   “  i’m eighteen.  “ for a moment dexter stops. then he nods to himself. yeah, he was actually eighteen. sometimes, it was hard for him to remember that seeing as how he COMPLETELY MISSED his birthday.    “  a-and you? “

               corners of lips tug into foxy sneer, eyes scan him from head to toe. numerous times. if she was a white man in his late 40s that look would be considered inappropriate. but she's not. ❛ i'm sixteen. ❜ barb's batting lashes flirtatiously and hops on cashier's counter. ❛ so aren't you like, an adult when you're eighteen? not in this shithole country, but in european countries... ❜ she gives a hollow shrug, tapping fingers against desk.

                  ❛  WHAT — ??  ❜  his  face  sneers,  eyes  slightly  narrowing.  he’d  glanced  at  himself  in  the  reflection  of  a  car,  seeing  the  battered  spots  of  his  features.  ❛  you  should  see  the  other  guy,  ❜  he  wasn’t  just  saying  such  words;  the  other  boy  was  in  FAR   worse  shape.                                      ———- @destructiondevoted

          ❛ nothing. just...you look so hot. ❜ she mainly refers to BLOOD on his face. glossy and red and fresh. it takes a bit, sly smile spread on plump lips with a sparkle in hazel eyes.  ❛ but i bet the other guy is FAR MORE fuckable IF he's in worse state than you. ❜

                                 honestly, dexter’s shocked by her BLUNTNESS. usually, people would treat him as if he was made out of thin glass that was bound to BREAK at any time. he prefers it that way. it makes HIM feel powerful somehow.      “ i  — that’s .. i mean, .. i-if you want to.. “      claiming that he didn’t feel like he was better than her would a lie. yes, dexter was a spineless crybaby but as much as he hated himself, in his own way he would always be somewhat of a narcissist.     “ i’m .. sorry for asking but.. uhm, .. did .. did she really say FIVE HOURS or  — were you joking?   i … couldn’t — really tell .. “

          she scoffs. takes a chair, steps on it and turns the camera away. she does the SAME all around the shop, until the last camera gawks at wall. it's only after barb has taken mood stimulation in form of white power that she clicks tongue against white pearls and gifts him with her attention. ❛ so how old are you dex ? ❜ barb's completely blunt regarding his previous question.