palindroned:

I know who I am.

_{( STRANGER )}

                         ❝ There’s a possibility that I could want something

                                   ;; I haven’t decided. ❞

     the point of whatever this was, was yet to be determined

               ❝  Lemme know when you
                    figure it out. In the
                    meantime, have a drink. ❞

A near empty bottle is tipped towards him,
still disinterested.

play-listings:

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons 
So crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down
I’ll never wear your broken crown
I took the road and I fucked it all away
Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?

{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition } 

narcissistic–monstrosity:

Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.

• “Am I dead?”
• “Another one?”
• “And what if I don’t?”
• “Are you afraid of God?”
• “Are you crazy?”
• "Are you lost?”
• “Are you really that shallow?”
• “Are you sure it’s okay?”
• “Are you sure there were no survivors?”
• “Can I trust you?”
• “Can we go now?”
• “Can we not fight tonight?”
• “Can’t or won’t?”
• “Do you even care about how I feel?”
• “Do you expect me to believe that?”
• “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
• “Do you love me?”
• “Do you trust me?”
• “Do you want to talk about it?”
• “How could you do this?”
• “How did you escape?”
• “How long has it been since you last slept?”
• “How long have you been there?”
• “Is that blood behind your ear?”
• “Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?”
• “Just go, alright?”
• “Mind if I sleep here tonight?”
• “Really?”
• “Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”
• “That’s the best you could come up with?”
• “Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”
• “Want to hear a secret?”
• “Was I the only one who thought that?”
• “Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”
• “What are you?”
• “What are you doing here?”
• “What do I have to say to make you understand?”
• “What do you keep writing in that notebook?”
• “What do you want with me?”
• “What happened?”
• “What if you stayed this time?”
• “What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”
• “What’s in it for me?”
• “What’s in it for you?”
• “When have I ever lied to you?”
• “Where did you go?”
• “Where did you last see it?”
• “Where’s the rest of the body?”
• “Who are you?”
• “Who did this to you?”
• “Why are you so angry?”
• “Why are you so calm about this?”
• “Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”
• “Why do you keep doing this to me?”
• “Why do you have to make everything about you?”
• “Why does it always have to be alcohol?”
• “Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”
• “Why is the truth so important to you?”
• “Why should I help you?”
• “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
• “You don’t remember me?”
• “You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”
• “You’ve been pretending all this time?”

"I destroy everybody who loves me." 

      — 6 word truths _ A.S.  (via panopticlique)

нarvard|ѕмѕ 

harvardisms:

       ❝ she’s incredibly possessive and
          tries to keep tabs on me at all times.
          she’s an accountant. faked something
          with the IRS to get me to talk to her again.❞

          maybe he should stop relying on tv to feed
          his lies.

“  why don’t ya
     just get a
     restraining
    order?  ”

( he stifles a smile and bobs his head
  as    if    he’s    concerned.    he    can’t
  remember the last time he felt
  concerned. )

нarvard|ѕмѕ 

harvardisms:

       ❝ my psycho ex-wife. tammy. ❞ 

          it’s a little embarrassing to be
          twenty-five and a damned 
          Harvard graduate and still
          rely on your dad for financial
          support.

( does this kid know which classroom
   he’s in? even with  his tired eyes,  he
   can     see    a    lie.    whatever.    and
   scratches  his  neck  with the capped
   end of his pen. )

                  “  harsh. why’s
                      she here?  ”

нarvard|ѕмѕ 

harvardisms:

       ❝ you tell, i tell.❞

         a bit of a smile as he pulls
         the chair out; he needs this
         guy right now. without him —
         without his office — he’s going
         to be subjected to a very, very
         long lecture about the
         ’irresponsibility’ of ’maxing’ his
         credit cards in ‘Vegas.’  

( sounds good to him. he scrubs a hand
  over  his  face  and  slumps  back in his
  chair. )

                “  who’re you
                    hiding from
                    again?  ”

( he asks from behind his hands, head
  lolling  back   against   the   seat.   he’s
  achingly tired and these essays on the
  pros  and  cons of  lucid dreaming  are
  just                    fucking                horrible. )

"i fell apart many times.
so.
what does that say about me
besides,
i live through
wars." 

      — brazen, nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

theyoungsir:

  no

 ^{ye s}