BEAUTY IS TERROR.

“ paint  is  not  a  snack ! ”

“ then  again ,  i  guess i’m  just  as  happy  staying  in  on  a  rainy  day  too … ”

“ keep  getting  stronger !  i’ll  be  cheering  for  you ! ”

“ make  like  a  tree ,  and  drop  a  wasp  nest  on  my  face. ”

“ the  best  flavor  of  ice  cream  is …  all  of  them !  they’re  all  the  best ! ”

“ i  just  heard  a  rumor  going  around.  really  none  of  my  business. ”

“ that  cloud  looks  like  a  sandwich ! ”

“ i’m  gonna  fool  so  many  fish ! ”

“ thanks  for  stopping  by  to  say  hi ! ”

“ ( name ) ?  do  you  ever  feel  like  crying ? ”

“ i  fear  i  might  die  just  thinking  about  it. ”

“ but  you  can’t  run  away  from  your  troubles ! ”

“ leave  me  alone ?  please ?  thank  you ? ”

“ yikes …  i  can’t  stop  yawning  today. ”

“ what’s  it  like  being  so  cool  and  self - assured ? ”

“ you  deserve  nice  things. ”

“ did  you  know  that  no  one  can  hear  me  scream  from  my  basement ? ”

“ it  was  kind  of  painful. ”

“ i  don’t  mean  to  brag ,  but  isn’t  my  room  kind  of  fabulous ? ”

“ yo !  it’s  friday ! ”

“ what  a  coinkydink ,  running  into  you  here ! ”

“ hang  on.  i  think  i’m  having  a  moment  of  clarity. ”

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

even though he’d been in the society for ages, this was his very first charity auction. mainly because he was on the riding circuit during the spring, but actually because he just refused to turn up year after year after year. so after finally saying fuck it, antony had charmed a whole tray of macarons from the caterers and escaped out into the tuileries garden for some fresh air. and he had just bitten into one –– bespoke versace jacket abandoned on the grass, glass of champagne in the other hand, lit cigarette only just balanced his fingers –– when he heard someone coming his way. “ macaron? ” antony asked, hazy smile and all. 

“What do you think?” Esmeralda questioned as turned her head and pointed at the newly shaved side. Instead of her tradition random change of colour for an event she decided a cut would be a nice change. She couldn’t be more happier with it. “Go on, be honest. I can handle it!” 

While the bidding for a date was not of interest to her, some of the writings and books had caught her eye. Rather than bid, however, she opted to donate with no expectation of anything in return then snuck off to a presently less populated section of the museum. Here, she found a seat on a cushioned bench and took her taupe colored notebook from her bag. It had been a birthday gift from a friend, one of few things that they knew she would use and enjoy. Material possessions often fell short on her priority list.

If there was ever an event Elvyra had wanted to pass up, it was this one. Any one, really, that she couldn’t attend arm-in-arm with a handsome distraction. The invitation had been enticing enough, mysterious and demanding, and a trip to France even more-so, but she was bored by it all. A charity auction? It was too tense and stuffy, no room for a single misstep, especially not as an initiate. But she was desperate for a bit of a mischief. Near the open bar she chose a seat with a jacket already draped across it for that very purpose, despite the array of available options. Just a cavalier swipe of her hand had it slipping to the ground, freeing it up to be perched upon, which she wasted no time doing. A conspirator’s smirk turned her expression feline as she flagged down a server with a cavalier wave. “Enough champagne. Perhaps you can figure out a way to deliver me the makings of a perfect tequila shot without earning me too many scandalized glares, yeah? This is a formal function, after all.” (x)

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like the absolute bitch his past self had been, he had convinced himself to go out last night, get absolutely hammered on some top shelf absinthe that wasn’t technically legal if…you know, not abiding by the law was a crime ( enter massive eye roll here. ), and then nearly break his arse falling off his horse at practice that very morning. he was still sore. but nothing made antony feel civilised again like brunch with another society person ; someone with their shit together in the daytime so he could feel bad about himself. that and a killer selfie light ; his cheekbones deserved those good vibes.

                          ––––– “ so then somehow, i ended up with only one shoe, ” the equestrian yammered on, pausing only momentarily to scrape the gold leaf off of his crumpets. “ anyway, what were you up to before i texted? ”