#obviousdanger

ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ  ᴘᴇᴇʀs  ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ  ᴛʜᴇ  ʙᴏᴜɢʜs  ᴏғ  ᴀ  ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ  ᴛʀᴇᴇ,    over   the   moss    &&    fungi   to   the   ever   so   lost   man  .    its   not   the   first   time   they’ve   run   parallel   to   each   other  .    but   they’ve   never   met  .    as   close   as   he’s   gotten  ,    evan   hasn’t   died  .

this   time  ,    however  ,    she   chances   speaking   to   him  .    she   can’t   offer   the    COMFORT    she   ought   to  ;    but   she   can   grant   him   this   much  .

👁️▐ ･｡ﾟ   ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ   → @obviousdanger

WE  ALL  HAVE  OUR  SECRETS  .    like  all  other  times  you  can  remember  ,    distinct  choices  lay  out  before  you  .    you  can  leave  evan    alone    in  the  dark  ,    &&  go  your  own  way  to  get  something  from  mcdonalds  &&  then  spend  the  night  in  a  shitty  motel  .    or  ,    you  can  try  &&  talk  to  him  .

you  opt  for  the  latter  .    cold  mcdonalds  is  gross  .    pulling  out  your  phone    (  a  coping  mechanism  for  your  acute  silence  )  .    the  screen  illuminates  the  dark  like  a  spotlight  .    you  hope  he  doesn’t  have  bugs  .

“There are disturbing things in this house.” hes talking abt stella probably idk

* HAUNTED HISTORY //  AN AVERAGE JOE. 

“Yeah.” Yeah to the Budweiser can crammed into a girl’s throat  while wearing some thick Versace sunglasses to obscure the fact her eyes bulged from her skull.

Yeah to the fact babies cover the ground of the upstairs bedroom. Dead or alive, He could still feel the skulls as his heels caved them in. 

Yeah to the fact there was a dead guy flayed and splayed across the dinning room table like a fucking turkey for a family dinner. 

Dare he not forget the fact no doors led to the right places and figures danced in his peripheral or that fact Frank Sinatra serenaded him from every Tupperware in the kitchen or the fact there was a naked and hairless man walking on all fours in the yard.   

OLD MEME | EXCEPT YOU GET TO MEET ANOTHER EVAN INSTEAD OF DEALING WITH HABIT. 

   “…..Yeah?” Tell me about it.

Stress sagged the skin around his eyes. Angry as all hell red rings were a product of sleepless nights with that thing fucking another man’s life with his fucking face! The knots in his stomach were the constant churning fear of Fuck Face and his Hairless Bitch slicing up his family like a goddamn five star dinner. 

Every waking morning was a goddamn reminder they were utterly and totally FUCKED. 

That no matter what they did, they could never leave. Just a cog in a well oiled machine. 

And yet, this bitch had the fucking audacity to tell him about the lack of happiness? 

THE BABY