#unendingache

“      hey,    sorry,    i know it’s late.     i couldn’t sleep.      ”     you find yourself restless a lot these days,    worrying about what might happen if price follows through on his plans,    or if anyone finds out about the bruises beneath your clothes,     or that the bags beneath your eyes come from something far deeper than the stress of an average senior ap student.     and so you’re here,    because he’s right next door,    because you knew he’d be awake.     because being around him makes you feel at ease.      “     can i come in?     ”        /       @unendingache  for travis.

“    it won’t kill you to try it,    you know.    ”     chin is gestured lazily to the joint between your fingers,     raised toward her in offering.     she could use it;     maybe you’d be able to tolerate her better if she wasn’t a complete buzz kill.       “      you might even have fun.    i know you’ve never heard of that,     but it’s a real thing.    not a myth.     come on.     just this once.     if you’re not into it,    i won’t ask you again.      ”       /       @unendingache

i mean mood