monster.

                   ❛  I––––– Its alright.           I didnt mean to  s n a p…  ❜

         ❝       well, people have a hard time                to accept things outside their own view. ❞

        ❛  How true, how very true –––––––                            science seems to be the answer                            to    e v e r y t h i n g   nowadays.  ❜

                                       ❝ you have never heard of wrackspurts,                                                        have you ?❞

      the   expression  on   the  porcelain   features  softened       themselves  slightly as a gentle  relieved   sigh  escaped       the  lips of  the young  boy,  his  boney  fingers  allowing       the delicate  ones  of her  to  slip out of his touch gently,       before   he   would    move   them   gently    through  his       blonde hair.  he had  calmed  down   slightly  again, but       even  though  she  didnt seem like  she would  admit   it,       s  h  e    seemed   like    the   one  who   was  confused.         ❛ i must say i havent heard of them.. ❜ he replied quickly,       giving the other a gentle smile that he forced up his lips,       as  he   leaned   back   against  his  closet  door  slightly,       relaxing   for   a   moment   with   his  eyes   shut  close.       ❛ what are those anyways? some sort of... uh, insects? ❜       he  had  pushed himself  away  from  the wall again  and       rather sat  down onto the  bed  next  to the petite female       again, awkwardly  rubbing  his  hands  within each other.

                                                    ❛  are  you  s u r e ?  ❜    (  the  words  left his  bloodless  lips  so  quickly,      that  it  would  have  seemed  as if  he  bluntly      INTERRUPTED  the  mumbling of  the boy,  if      the voice wouldnt be filled with such concern      and smoothening softness. his  boney fingers      would  hover   closely   to  the  boy,  ready  to       catch him   if  he   might  loose  his   balance.  )

                  ◤                                                                                                ◥                            blog. ✘ ask. ✘ rules. ✘ about. ✘ verses. ✘ credit.                   ◣                                                                                                ◢ 

     ❝ most people don’t think about it that way. it’s           just a matter of          p e r s p e c t i v e. ❞

                         ❛  i believe thats very true,                     there  surely  more  than  we                     can realize with our senses..  ❜

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Wet (via assxmilate)

                                     feel       my       FURY     !

                           ❛  i said NO!  ❜

          skinny dipping wasn’t necessarily something Patrick had ever given mind to. it had been a topic in passing conversation, a brief thought that had since festered and plagued his mind for the entire day. oh, he’d considered it a great deal. at first it seemed stupid — what if someonesaw? what if there was an emergency. a whole lot of what ifs, that would soon vanish the closer nightfall came to.            at night, at least, he would be hardly visible. were it that the pool lights weren’t so bright, anyway. as his wife left to meet up with friends, he, spur of the moment, stepped outside, stripped down to nothing, and jumped.                              a T O W E L just so happened to conveniently slip his mind.             the water, though cold at first, only made the experience all the more exhilarating. as he rose to the surface, he pinched his nose, brushing the hair from his face. a resounding crash from next door, accompanied with a groan, had him whirl about, swimming to the edge of the pool, quite concerned — more so for his bare situation.                                                                        ❝   someone there?   ❞           a moments pause, and he decidedly pushes himself up and out of the pool, goosebumps immediately covering his skin as a hand covers his groin, an awkward hop over to the fence. he peers over, to find Martin, splayed out in the, now, crushed bushes. worry mars his features, a hesitant breath taken.                                                ❝   Martin? the hell are you doin’?  ❞

[I don’t like posting long, out-of-character things on here, but I figured this would be helpful for those of you who are affected by this confusing new update.]

Stephen King, The Body (via n0vi)