#brainhungr

he   watched   as   the   few   who   were   left   trickled   out   ,   even   as   he   and   Liv   retreated   .   his   cheeks   ached   ;   he’d   had   a   smile   stretched   across   it   for   so   long   that   he   swore   he’d   started   having   trouble   speaking   not   too   long   ago   .   any   longer   ,   and   his   entire   face   would   wear   out   .   they   never   warned   against   wearing   a   frown   for   too   long   for   nothing                    in   this   case   ,   the   smile   was   the   perpetrator   .   but   Adam   was   quick   ,   and   lost   not   a   second   ,   and   the   moment   everyone   had   gone   and   he   and   Liv   were   headed   away   at   each   other’s   side   ,   his   smile   dropped   .   the   facade   was   up   ,   and   he   would   hold   it   no   longer   than   was   necessary   .                                 ❝                  i   thought   that   would   never   end   .                  ❞

color     him     offended.       disbelief     etched     unto     tan     stained     flesh       ,      𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐎𝐅     𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑     𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒     in     full     swing.       this     was     the     last     time     he     ate     anything     from     that     morgue.                 ❝     𝙾𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙰     𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴       ,       do     not     take     that     tone     of     voice     with     me.        i     have     been     worried     sick     about     you     &&     this     is     the     attitude     i     get     ??        you    are     in     𝐒𝐎     𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇     trouble       ,       young     lady.     ❞

sorry   i   don’t   come   w/   a   receiptno   refunds   available

❝      𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳    𝚃𝙾    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙴      ,      don't    eat    the    brain    of    a    nudist    unless    you    WANT    to    get    banned    from    the    local    starbucks.       they    apparently    doesn't    allow    that    sort    of    dresscode.       disappointing    really      ,      it    was    a    very    freeing    experience.     ❞ 

head    shakes    as    hands    join    behind     his    back.               ❝     you    just    can't    appreciate    a    sweet    play    on    words.   ❞                 small    TSK      ,      resorts    to    browsing    the    bloodied    tray     of    medical    instruments     as    she    stores    cadaver.                 ❝     very    much    so.       there    was    one    𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶    i    wanted    to    check    up    on.       how's    that    cure    comin'    along    ??    ❞

It changes, honestly. Generally I’m a night writer but that’s mostly because that’s when I get my ass around to focusing on replies. Honestly I write whenever I feel the muse kick, but the quietness of the nights are a good excuse to really get my focus going so....yeah. 

                                         ↪ @brainhungr.

                “  no.  it’s  not  a  headache. ”      it’s  heartache.   a  thousand  mistakes  build  up  to  this  very  moment,  nearly  numbing  the  intellects  head space.    like  a  piano  in  a  grand  cathedral,   she  weeps  &  it  echos.     “ i  just           don’t  want  to  be  this  person  anymore. ”             / /  @brainhungr   angst sc.