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❝   CHRIST   ,      sergia.       save me the       wax poetics,        ❞     he  mutters,   cigarette  in  mouth.   ❝     you’ve  seen   far  fucking  worse  as  far  as  i’m  concerned.   if  y’needed  those  BONEHEADS  y’could’a  told  me.    ❞    

there’s  a  small  pause,    a   deep  inhale   [...]    ❝   look,  i’m  sorry.  but  you   know  a  man’s  gotta’  eat  as  good  as  anyone.    ❞    

❝   ...   ❞       there’s  no  doubt  he  is  responsible   —   he  needs  a better  method.  years  into  the  game  and  he  still hasn’t  found  a feasible  way  to  get  his   meat  from  the  crime  scene  to  the  apartment .     ❝   maybe.   ❞     

     "     𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 ,     “     it’d been a long time since heugh had been susceptible to schoolyard precedence , and the expression nonplussed will say as much ,     “     i feel like you woulda done it by now .     “     a pause .     “     son are you tryna sell me something .     “ 

 ❝       well,  you’re  no fun.    can’t  even  let  me  have a  ‘GOTCHA !’  moment.   ❞      god  ,  he  wishes  he  could  get  stoned   again  (...)  or  drunk.   3AM   hits  like  a  battering  ram  nowadays.       ❝       relax,  officer.  i  haven’t  messed  around  with  that  shit  since  the  k-hole    of     2015.    ❞

〔 ✟ 〕  i.    ↳    @embrosyn​​​​​   ,    

𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.   small towns.   big cities.   six thirty curfews.   lights that take the place of stars.   blanket nests.   light through the blinds as a wake up call.   found family.   finding a single star in the middle of new york city.   window shopping.   watching something terrible and enjoying it.   growing numb to the sight of injustice.   wilted flowers.  faded caricatures.   bright, bold colors.

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.   crickets and lightning bugs.   car engines and ac units.   a phone call to mom or dad.   laughing with friends.   jokes that are so bad you have to laugh.   the clicking of computer keys.   noise cancelling headphones.   deafening gunfire.   the sound of silence.   muffled music from another room.   drumming fingertips on a table.   clicking of pens.   listening to a clock and swearing the ticks are getting slower.   ringing in the ears.   the voice of someone you love.   pitch shifted songs.

𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷.    being held close during a long night.  fleeting reassurances.   holding hands when you’re scared.   brushing fingers through strands of hair.   freshly dried clothes.   bruises on your knuckles.   silk and satin.   your favourite pet’s fur or feather.   wringing your hands anxiously.   snuggles.   comforters in the dead of winter.   nails against skin.   cold metal.   leather in summer.

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴.    coffee in the morning.   tea in the evening.   bubblegum that has lost its flavor.   alcohol burning the back of your throat.   homemade cooking.   blood in your mouth.   stale air.   mint.   fresh vegetables.   the processed taste of citrus candy.   the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good.   foreign sweets.   fast food.   bittersweet.   sour.   spicy.   sweet.   bitter.   too much salt on fries.