#fcxmuldering

lockscreen: just a bunch of ghosties

homescreen: my favorite ghostie

last song listened to: raging on a sunday by bohnes

tagged by: @tuba-david

THERE ARE CHILDREN BERE

                                 ‘‘I didn’t mean to stir up drama like that,’‘ -- did she ever? No. But somehow, it always happened. ‘‘But I did mean to teach him a thing or two.’‘ And that she did. Her knuckles show bruised from dislocating the stranger’s nose, dried blood is still clutched to her skin as green eyes drop to her hand. It was supposed to hurt, but she didn’t feel a thing. For a change she felt as numb physically as she was mentally, even without the effect of painkillers or much alcohol running through her system. A habit that may or may not have turned into an addiction, something she’d never admit. Not out loud, not written down either. ‘’I’m sure we’ll get word from him,’’ ‘we’ll’ meaning the company, ‘’but I don’t fucking care. He was way out of line,’’ a male stranger saying shit to her? No big deal. But talking trash about her wife? That was a whole another thing and however she disliked her wife to the core --- she felt like she was only one with the privilege to actually trashtalk her. ‘’He got lucky, the medics told me he’s only got a broken nose. I should’ve dislocated his jaw,’’ it’s pure anger that’s still running through her fast beating heart, but it doesn’t move her from the sofa. As the gash right at her eyebrow was still discoloring the desinfected paper towels to a deep hue, she had to wait for the cut to stop bleeding. If stitches were needed, Xenia didn’t know. But damn was she longing for another drink. The back of the bar was as boring as this waiting was -- but at least there was an unopened bottle of whiskey waiting in front of her and as if it’s screaming her name, delicate fingers wrap around it. Without struggle she unscrews it with her teeth, spitting out the cap to wherever and taking a big gulp from it. ‘’I wanna fucking go home, how long do we still need to wait here --- you know what, I don’t fucking care. Let’s just go.’’

i don’t want to be a chicken D:

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