#beccasbastards

volatilebird​ replied to your photo “I know it’s Tuesda...” wtf are you shitting me you're so gorgeous 

thebradshawbutcher​ replied to your photo “I know it’s Tuesda...”  ( Jesus H Christ you're pretty ) 

malblake​ replied to your photo “I know it’s Tuesda...”  You're so fucking beautiful omg 

      ❝HAVEN'T YOU done enough?                              

i heard it was someone's birthday---

this is not what i had intended.

          If there is anything he misses about his childhood home, it's the view from the roof. The stars had been so vibrant, so bright against the sky, spread wide and thin, with all the consistency and permanence of spilled ink -- until morning, of course. The silence of the night had been peaceful, instead of maddening, as it'd always seemed to be in his bedroom. And God, the breeze through the trees had seemed to kiss his face and his naked chest. It was beautiful.

          The view from the roof of the loft isn't nearly as pure. The lights of downtown blur the bright stars into unfocused splotches, and the noise and the bustle drown out any hope Derek has of clearing his mind completely. The wind is often harsh and hot, or there's not much at all, and the air lies still and stale. Still, though, the moon shines full, visible as ever. It hangs over his head like a silent, benign reminder. And yes, though a bit foggier, it's still quite the view he's got above of him. The wolf sighs.

          Maybe fifteen minutes later, Derek hears vaguely familiar footsteps padding up the black spiral staircase, and he sits up, propping himself up on his elbows, eyebrows furrowed. He isn't expecting anybody, and he's sure whoever it is won't be expecting him lying out on the roof, half-naked, reclining somewhat comfortably beneath the cosmos.

                                                             "On the roof," he calls.                                                              "Close the door behind you."

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

MISSED CALLS (2)