smirking revenge.

                                    No man, for any considerable period,                       can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude                     without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

PLOTTING CALL!! please give this a like if you’re interested in plotting something with brian finn from keeping the faith —— a Cool Priest™ who’s lifelong best friend is a Cool Rabbi™

“ uh no. weed ?? yeah. party pills ?? yeah. but no pharmaceuticals. fuck that shit. i don’t care what you’re trying to use it for. i’d rather pull out my own teeth then fork out   xans.   shit’s fucked, ” fallon’s brow crumpled. how’d this dude even get referred to her ?? she usually ran in the college circles,   h o p p e d   up nyu kids who needed an upper or a downer ( or both ) and had the cash to pay. maybe she had a few outliers, but he was certainly different. she gripped the edge of her door, shaking her head. “ try someone else, my dude. ”        &&. @methodictor ( sc. ) 

           how did he end up here? it hadn’t been as instantaneous as it felt. he’d been on a long, slow crawl towards desperation for a while now. nothing off the shelves works, doctors refuse to listen. surprising that they didn’t want to write out a quick fix for him, let him stuff his money into the pockets of big pharma. the lack of rest had started to become excruciating. there’s gaps in what lead him here exactly, exhausted blanks in his memory along a string of people directing him elsewhere, but he’s ready to try nearly anything if it means a normal night’s sleep.