୨୧╼ Starter Call. Who Wants A Starter When I Get Back. May Message To Plot Something Out Since

my tummy hurts after i took my night meds. gonna lay down and switch to mobile~ feel free to bother me.

FALLOUT: Season 1 Episode 2 “The Target”

(new roads)

i'm sorry, i'm not ignoring anyone. lowkey my estranged drunk father called me on a restricted number ( i thought it was my friend whose going through a hard time. ) and ur girl is a mess.

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat? kiss kiss.

୨୧╼ plotting call. who wants to chit chat?

dark romance and smut sentences. ୨୧ accepting

“You ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.” ( @2kyears )

୨୧╼  Perhaps Violet should know better than to allow herself to be entangled with another. That it was inherently selfish to interject her misfortune in someone’s life. Often, she avoided making connections. Ever since the tragedy that befell the boy she first kissed. Solemnly her head bowed as she thought of how to respond. Guilt stricken she felt a pit in her throat. 

        Slender digits formed a tight fist as Violet began to speak, “You may not be bothered – and I feel as if I cannot allow you to suffer on my behalf. Even if strangely your commitment to doing so makes me adore you as much as Thomas Edison adored stealing ideas. Or as Sir Issac Newton’s head adored apples. Even more so Thomas Stoltz Harvey adored stealing brains.” Momentarily she bashfully looked downwards, as a blush filled her well-formed cheekbones. 

        “I’m being garrulous,” Violet admits – but goodbyes were never her strong suit. A tender hand cupped Maurice’s cheek. “If I truly am such a detriment to you, I will go. Even if my heart ever so greedy, wishes to stay by your side.” Finally, she brought her gaze back to him as she perched herself on the tip of her toes. Plush lips made contact with his, as she felt tears build in the corner of her eyes.   

me casually remember that time i had an rp account for the personified mcdonald's big mac.

୨୧╼ Throughout Violet’s life a copious amount of dastardly people with villainous plans sought to end her.  Who wanted her to suffer for simply being a Baudelaire – for the actions of her parents. Before the fire that turned her world upside down, she could not deny she lived an idyllic life. Once upon a time she was naïve to the cruelty and unfairness that infected the human experience like the plague. She didn’t have time to acclimate. If she wanted her younger siblings to survive – she had to change. Become someone different, someone hard who would do anything to keep going. From her own experience, she couldn’t help but agree. “Sometimes I believe I am too aware. As if my skin is analogous to a live wire. As if I don't know how to turn my survival instinct off. I don't remember the last time I was able to relax.”

𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, @ribbonup.

❛ they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware. ❜