#mattryr

i still have a lot of salt ★ ( accepting! )

ZOE.      i’m usually someone to like most people and try to make friends with as many people as i can. although, i’ve heard stories and experienced hostility from others in rpcs like anyone else. and i tend to get salty and hold grudges soooo i don’t see myself trying to be friends with rude people. tbh if anyone is curious just pm me because i will not call anyone out unless someone has done something unforgivable.

Send ‘Flashback’ for a scenario of my muses past {CLOSED}>>>>>>>>>> 13

It hurts.

The sky is a far away photograph thats fraying at the edges, all dark blue and black. Her fingers are red and shaking, one hand pressed to the jagged hole against her ribs and the other curled in once - brown curls.

What had gone wrong?

It doesn’t matter.

The world is fading and distantly, it comes to her. She is dying. They are all dying, and she realises that in the silence of the world ending she cannot hear their breathing. They were all beside her, she knows, there is a weight on her legs that could be their corpses or could be Death coming to take her home.

In the moments when her eyes slid closed she grieves for them, the sadness hurts more than her failing body. The coldness of death is welcome, but -

There are hands on her skin, burning as bright as the sun once had. She wants to scream, but there is no breath in her lungs to breathe. Nobody had ever said death would hurt like this, like there are stars climbing inside her skin to live amongst her blood. There are whispers, there are hands, this is not death, this is not -

how have u not changed ur ooc to embulance yet

flowers

Iris — “Your friendship means so much to me”

spooks

       ❝Considering how fast the line is─❞ They moved an inch ten minutes ago. 

sybil why do u do this to urself

it was easy for serena  to become lost in her thoughts ; walking upon dark clouds with the grace of someone who’d received the worst news of their life . that’s an exaggeration , but her routine check up was never one that she enjoyed -- scientists and doctors in the most private room , prodding their fingers under her skin and taking note of every flinch and abnormality of her body . it was invasive .

her fingers barely brush against the door before it’s opened before her   (   magic ?!   )   and her pretty eyes widen in surprise . not magic , but a beautiful person who’s expression renders her tongue - tied ; let alone the words he uses . serena’s head turns to the side to avoid staring directly at him , and twirls a golden ringlet around her index finger .