#illvgal

“This painting signifies death, mostly. Hence the colors. They’re monotonous, they don’t really show anything in particular. Its like a void, which is essentially what I believe is what you see in the afterlife.” He pauses, “I made it for my mother... before she passed away.” 

THAT AINT HOW U EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE IN THE CALL GURL

I FUCKING D I E D

FIGHT ME HOE

     ❝  heeeey, buddy-o. so, there’s a slight problem at our apartment  &  i’m gonna need to stay with you for a bit. there’s only four spaces at lina’s eomma’s house  &  there’s 5star’s so you do the math.  ❞  she shoots a small, teeth-y smile up at the older girl.  ❝  you can say no... if you want. i’m sure there’s like... a bus shelter i can sleep in or something.  ❞

          the NIGHTMARE had taken her by surprised. she had DESPERATELY assumed the compartmentalization had been doing her justice, but now ? it was wreaking havoc on the intricacies of her mind. graphic images of all that she experienced flashed through her head, the loss of an army buddy fresh out of of RANGER school was the one that brought her to tears. unaware of how she had ended up in the kitchen, all she could gather was that REGRET and SORROW consumed her body. her name piercing the SILENCE provoked an immediate reflex, frame tightening, a stone cold expression graced her features as she turned around, her strong resolve gone as fast as it came the second she realized she was HOME and looking fayza straight in the eye. ‘ i’m fine. just a bad dream. ’ a short response as the back of her hand wiped away salty trails, unwilling to talk to the blonde, of all people about her dream.

           it was not news to know that ARYA CAMBRIDGE had numerous plots of land scattered across the world for her escape away from the royal family.  her favorite location would be the flat overlooking the beautiful mountain ranges as it was far more secluded from the prying public. dark, onyx hues surveyed her space, something a bit off with the decor, but she assumed it was just her brief EXHAUSTION and jet lag wearing away at her paranoia. as she tossed her bag onto the couch and ascended the spiral staircase, her heart lurched up into the back of her throat as her bedroom door was cracked and the lights of her sleeping space was turned on. HESITANTLY drawing to a near, the femme opened her door to see a drop dead gorgeous stranger lying across her bed. ‘ who in the BLOODY hell are you ? ’

he hated his school. he hated everything about it. from the royal blue painted walls to the staff of idiots and not to forget the irritating students. he didn’t even know why he ended up trudging to the gym for some sort of assembly when he could easily have skipped. with a deadpan expression plastered on his face, he pretended to be excited in some basketball game before someone sat a little too close to him for his  liking. “uhm... what the fuck?”