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       he’d double checked mason was alone before he’d ventured over ; he looks rough as it is, the last thing he needs is children seeing him like he is. inhaling, elwood winces, one arm wrapped around his ribs while the other knocks on mason’s door, swallowing blood.  ❛  ... -- i think the blood from m’knuckles is on your door, m’sorry.  ❜     // @pyropolar

( text ) : that you were an unfairly attractive asshole who had no clue what he was talking about( text ) : turns out only half of that was true( text ) : happy guessing ♡♡

          there’s a thousand and one thoughts running through his head, both misconceptions and things he knows as being true, and it almost frightens him how much they’re getting to him. elwood has never so much struggled with confidence, that much he’s made obvious, but lately tiny insecurities have been eating away at him and he doesn’t know why. instead, he ends up wandering to the only place he can think of, and he arrives at mason’s door, knocking just as the first drops of rain begin to fall, head low. ❛ ... are you busy? ❜      // @pyropolar

gooD AND ILY 2

rly tired honestly. how r u? c:

hi lovely!! 

YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF