#witherbelle

when ur friends understand your trash muse

              ❛ i'd complain that you’re crushing me, but you weigh like five pounds. when was the last time you ate a steak? ❜

it’s been a whole two days since he’s last seen her, even strolling around in this rain for what seemed to be hours, each second spent thinking about her; her sweet innocent amber eyes ( and how they widened the first time he touched her. ). trudging on forward he finally felt familiarity with the place, he didn’t walk her home completely, instead he followed her -- in a drunken stir, he’s drunk again but only because he felt that it would help him remember, and it did. this was her place, it was where she lived. there’s hesitation in him, the knock is light, too low for anyone to hear, and he’ll wait.

       ❛ CORINNE. ❜ she doesn’t mean for it to come out sounding so harsh, but tempers are quick to flair when she can’t be appreciated for her philanthropic activities. ❛ i’m sure there’s a PERFECTLY GOOD explanation for why he hasn’t called. auto-erotic asphyxiation is my guess. he looks like he’s into some nasty things. that, or he’s just too busy being a dickweed. in which case, good riddance. ❜

this is a test answer. yoooooo.

witherbelle here’s an accurate moodboard of our friendship

" I will stay gentle. No matter what I endure, I am so much more. "

            ❜ i love this film ! ❛ he exclaims , soundless steps foreword & a gaze old with time cannot tear themselves from the screen , ❜ i haven't seen it in a long time . . . ❛