ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ .

𝟎𝟏 .    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒  /  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  •     hannah!

𝟎𝟐 .    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  •     february 11th.

𝟎𝟑 .    𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍  •     aquarius.

𝟎𝟒 .    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  •     5′3″ at most -- i’m a shortstack and i kick kneecaps---

𝟎𝟓 .    𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒  •     reading, writing, watching various movies & tv shows, gaming ( i’m so hooked on ff.xiv right now - if you play it, hmu! xoxo ), boxing, playing D&D, & daydream about my muses, including stu.

𝟎𝟔 .    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑  •    black, grey, red, & rose-gold.

𝟎𝟕 .    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊  •     frankenstein by mary shelley.

𝟎𝟖 .    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆  •     norupo by heilung. 

𝟎𝟗 .    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌  /  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  •    the first addams family movie w/ my pals.

𝟏𝟎 .    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  •     music most of the time; i do need to watch classic horror/halloween movies to wake him up.

𝟏𝟏 .    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐔𝐑𝐋  •   'eyedented’ - reference to his eyes being ‘dented’ in, including his head, caused by the car accidents he was in. ( thanks murdoc )

tagged by:   @gosutm​ xoxo

“ ☾ – @eyedented​ [ sc. ]

                ❝  YOU LOOK … ROUGH.  ❞          or rather, that felt like the most polite way to put it. she hesitates a moment, uncertain if she’ll overstep a boundary with her tendency to get too familiar. decides to risk it anyway, reaches a hand out to trace the bruised flesh around the gash on his cheekbone to assess the damage. 

                       lip pursed, a small wrinkle in her nose. it might need a stitch or two. quietly moves her hand to tilt jaw, seeking out any other areas of concern.            ❝  i can fix it very easy. what happened?  ❞

MANY THINGS COULD’VE HAPPENED yet the vocalist couldn’t rely on his memory these days, especially now – out of all the times and out of all the days he’s unable to remember easily. he remained seated on the edge of the couch, the nearly-frozen bag of peas pressed against the swollen and bruised areas upon his skin. but when she moved forward to examine, stuart, slowly but surely, moved the bag away to reveal the damage.

could’ve been worse, he’d reckon; anything could happen.

you want to consume love. literally. to cut it up with a knife, then stab it with your fork and eat it and let it gather in your belly. to know what it feels like inside of your mouth. and your grandmother always showed it best - food is love is food is love. this is emotion, but represented in a way you understand. a way that you can relate to and, again, consume. it is temporary, but essential. we eat to live, and then we love, but that part can get confusing. but we eat, we all eat. and you might not be able to say 'i love you' in words, but if someone brings you a pie, you can cut yourself a slice and swallow it down and tell them that it tastes really good. you can make sure that they also share a slice. you can see them smile and know that they know that you know. that you did it right this time. i hope you know you're worth a love that exists for longer than the time it takes to eat something. you're worth the words, both said and heard.