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         independent, highly-selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse blog. as penned by manu.

         independent, highly-selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse blog. as penned by manu.

         independent, highly-selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse blog. as penned by manu.

         independent, highly-selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse blog. as penned by manu.

         independent, highly-selective and mutually exclusive multi-muse blog. as penned by manu.

                      ❛    i’m  pretty  sure  this  isn’t  about  what  you  think,  but  rather,  what  I  want.  as  much  as  i’d  love  to  disregard  your  existence,  i  can’t.  so,  DISAPPEAR.          ❜ 

             “maybe  you  are  right.  but  what  i  think  should  be  taken  in  consideration  just  as  much.  so  i  am  not  going  anywhere.  feel  free  to  try  and  disregard  my  existence,  because  i  am  not  DISAPPEARING.  i  am  not  part  of  some  magic  trick.  have  been  before  and  that  was  not  nice.  but  honestly  –  has  anyone  ever  told  you  that  you  are  a  freaking  asshole?”

      “frank’s passed out beside the dumpster at the back.”

        “well,  would  you  look  at  that.  he  has  found  his  actual  family.  leave  him  there.”

         ❛     are  you  playing  me  right  now     ?     ❜     //     @wildhcarts.

      “i  don’t  know  –  does  it  look  like  i  am  playing?”

                his  eyes  follow  her   fingers  along  his  sweater.  of  course  he  had  told  her  such ,   their  situation  was  wrong  and  could  cost  him  his  job.  and  yet ,  whenever  in  her  presence ,  all  morals  slowly  sink  and  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  hold  her  once  again.  ‘  uh  huh ,   ‘  he  mentions  ,  and  he  slowly  leans  in.  ‘  how  is  this  for  mixed  signals  ?  ‘  he  asks  gently ,  as  he  presses  lips  against  her  ivory  skin.   he  trails  a  few  kisses  along  her  neck  before  pulling  back  and  looking  at  her  with  a  smile.

         caramel  eyes  fall  shut  the  moment  he  leans  in,  her  head  titling  back  to  give  him  more  space.  she  does  not  want  to  give  in,  but  she  cannot  help  it  –  any  strength  to  play  hard  to  get  GONE  the  moment  his  lips  find  her  skin.  she  wants  him  to  keep  going.  she  wants  him  to  stop.  she  doesn’t  know  what  she  wants.  pressing  glossy  pink  lips  together,  the  blonde  has  to  hold  back  a  soft  moan  –  neck  kisses  are  her  weakness  and  he  knows  that.  her  fingers  move  up  to  his  hair,  holding  onto  it  softly.  “i  hope  you  know  what  you  are  starting.”

starter // @wildhcarts

         “only  a  nose  bleed?”  she  repeats,  raising  her  eyebrows  in  surprise.  she  is  not  buying  it  --  not  being  able  to  help  just  how  fast  her  mind  goes  and  just  how  worried  she  feels.  concern  reflect  in  emerald  eyes  as  glossy  pink  lips  are  pressed  together.  “are  you  sure  you  don’t  need  more  ice?  or  pain  killers?  or,  i  don’t  know,  something?”