let's grow old together and die at the same time

anonymously send me a url, and I’ll tell you what I think of them ;

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        he's in a fairly pleasant mood this evening, even though the majority had been         spent with unshed tears tracing trails within his hues, for the memories that         he succumbs to when alone is nothing if not his greatest danger. it always         has been, after all. he finds himself watching the stars silently, on his back as         delicate fingers run through cold blades of grass, humming softly.

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       another meaningless night, another nameless face, another unknown alcohol        bottle and rowan is quick to regret the actions of the night before. he inhales        sharply and runs a hand through disheveled hair, desperately awaiting a reply        on the end of the phone, the one that'll surely never come. his head is pounding        and the universe is colliding and soon enough he's floundering within the air,        breathing in shallowly as he grasps the bottle of whisky within his right hand.

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      he's been rather curious as of late, and perhaps this is a more negative thing       than anything else, but he doesn't seem to be able to form a coherent enough       response that justifies his sudden behaviour. teeth press into his bottom lip as       curls prettily pass porcelain features, and it's almost enticing how he looks at       you, as though he's focused on nothing else at all, you have his genuine       curiosity, now. do with it as you will.