WORLD / BURN.

                              so i've got some mischief in my blood !                               can you blame me ? i never got no love !

i don’t want to be soft anymore. i want to be bloody knuckles & glass shards & i want people to be afraid of hurting me.      x

now in my darkest hour     &     not my brightest day , i find i'm calling you & telling you, “ i should not stay! ” i'm melting in your hands, go on, make your demands - you've   got   me      slipping     through   your   fingers,                like    i'm    made    of    sand    !

             'cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent!              i could play nice, or i could be a bully --  i'm tired and angry,                                          but somebody should be.

“come on, little lady, give us a smile!” no, i ain't got nothin' to smile about.  i got no one to smile for,        i waited a while for a moment to say: 

                                         i don't owe you a goddamn thing!

so i’ll be selectively replying to drafts. if there’s a reply you really wanted to get from me, just link the thread, & we can continue it. otherwise, i’m mostly starting from scratch.

please read this for more information about the state of this account.

He loves Heather, she’s like a sister to him. But he loves messing with her even more.

[To: Green M&M] 

That’s an empty threat and we both know it

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        heather is like...   twenty point seven seconds away from driving over to the patrick-smith residence,  &  smacking erick with his own pillows.

      [ text ]   to: big dumbass energie

“I blame the table for being in my way,” he laughs. Michael sits down to take off the skates and settles down a bit. “So whatcha working on?”

             ♙       ❝       YOU’D THINK   you’d know by now that telling me    not   to question something   . .   i’m   totally   going to question what the hell you’ve done.  or about to do.  it’s just how it works.     ❞   harry replies,  giving his twin brother a look ‘fore rolling his eyes.  he can’t hold back the    SNORT   of amusement,  arms crossing as he leans back on the chair he sat in. 

❝       what,  pray tell,  are you planning huh   ??     ❞  

        “ well,  who knows  ?   maybe the THOUSANDTH time truly is the charm ? ”   harrison quips,  tone teasing,  easily so,  as he finds himself subconsciously slouching back into the chair of his own,  curling into himself to fit. 

Feeling the small gesture being reciprocated relaxed some of the anxiety he was feeling. There was a big sigh. “I.. no.. no I know you won’t.. I- it’s just.. it all just happened so fast. I’m afraid it’ll happen again..” he confides. Evan knew Harley had lost his mother and sister when he’d only lost his mother. Both were struggling but he couldn’t help but to wish he understood the pain Harley was going through more.

               ♚     THE NEWS   that the medication hadn’t done much but to make his son sleepy was   . .  unfortunate.  harold had done no better with it,  if anything he was more   IRRITABLE  than he had been before he’d gone to sleep.   he stands for a few moments,  silent ‘fore a sigh comes about,  nodding a touch.    

❝      i see.  well,  we’ll   ..   work on getting the stiffness out of your shoulder this morning.  get you a shower and work from there   ;   how does that sound,  harrison   . .    ❞  he murmured,  tone trying to be strong but it was falling flat.  he’d already been in harold’s room and had a morning.  

        harrison feels overwhelmingly tired lately.   &  it’s truly the tell for how much the illness has affected him,  has turned him from the normal ball of energy he usually is to something more complacent,  stilted.   he hates this feeling if he’s honest,  one of the things he hates the most about his illness,  really.   it’s just a sickening reminder that things really aren’t okay.