#crushego

you know just because we were born here,   doesn’t mean we end up here.         she’d said it to ian moments before she left,   and now she thinks it again when she finds herself face - to - face with his brother,   with lip.    she almost walks past him,   whether on purpose or accidentally.    it’d sound so much fuckin’ better to claim it would’ve been by accident,   that there was a world where she walked down the street and didn’t instantly recognize him,   didn’t feel onslaught of emotions and memories and broken words fleshed into one jumbled mess.    it feels like dunking her head in cold water when he meets her gaze,   like she’s naked and vulnerable all over again,   tear - stained and fucked up as he holds her face and tells her she’s beautiful.    did he mean it ?    she’d believed him then,   but it always lingered in the back of her mind   :   he said what he needed to say at the moment.    and it didn’t   —   shouldn’t matter anymore.

@crushego​​​        ,                this  meme        ,        audrey   &    stiles

it was up to her to investigate how the accident had really happened,   since everyone else was seemed to be running head first into a brick wall. true crime was never really her thing. personally, audrey preferred her fix of   infidelity  &  intrigue   without the blood, guts and death  (  as if she didn't get enough of that already  ). unfortunately,   as the resident sniffer dog for all things macabre,   miss audrey rose could seem to catch everything but a break. something in her should have been suspicious when he picked her up during the dead of the night. the farther they drove into the trees, the more she could feel the haze come over her. though she reached a hand out to grasp his, to ground herself, she was already too far deep into the ǝpᴉs ɹǝɥʇo for him,  or anyone really,   to reach her.

@crushego​       ,                this  meme        ,        liv   &    fez

          she suddenly realised she might be alone for the rest of her life.     lighten the fuck up, liv. don’t be such a pessimist. stop drowning emotions you were too chicken shit to face with substances you couldn’t even spell the names of. truth was, the feeling shit made her uncomfortable   &    what did she do in moments of discomfort? book it. maybe she was being a pussy. maybe she was picking her battles. maybe,  she didn’t give a flying fuck.

"    well,    you  don’t  have  to  stay.    ”      the  hand  with   bottle  (   the  dark  liquid  mostly  gone  )    in  it  points  towards  the  door  without  even  looking  up  from  his  phone.   “  there’s  the  door,  you’re  more  than  welcomed  to  use  it.    i  might  even  prefer  it  if  you  did.   ”  and  this  must  be  his  rock  bottom.   he  never  thought  that  he  was  capable  of  being  mean  to  her  like that  but  he  just  doesn’t  care  anymore.