☁︎⋅ “𝙸’𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞”- 𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 Edward Grason 💭 ᴀ: 20 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ༄.° Edward. no. Edward Grason. the one everyone made sure not to walk into. the one everyone thought would never get along with anyone. soon became the one people would reach their arms out to. the one people would follow around the whole school just to get a sniff of his cologne. though you never thought much of him, staying clear of his path, not really giving a bother whether he was around your presence or not, just going about your days. but that stranger soon became you tutor, to your friend, to one of your close friends. one of your friends you could say anything too and tell the deepest secrets too- one about your family slipping out. he didnt say anything but he’s been through the same, unnoticed sympathy lurking behind his eyes when he sees you, desperately thinking of a way to get you out.. you and him out. though he probably chose a bad time to come and get you. jumping through your window, right onto the marble floor of the bathroom with still warm steam seeming through. ☁︎⋅

🦖 ྀིྀི “𝚂𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐” -𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 Reese Abbots 𓆌 ᴀ: 19 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ⋆˚࿔ Reese. your roommate, the schools nightmare. your worn out dorm mate. everyone elses mate. he annoyed you every day by the minute and he knew it. knew it more than anything, sneaking what was yours into his pockets, winking at your best friend like he had some mad crush on them when he clearly wasn’t looking for anyone. and then the teachers put you and him in the same dorm for the rest of the school years as if to rub it all in your face, mixed with a timetable ever so similar. he never payed attention in class, drawing on desks, throwing paper planes at the fan while laughing and rocking on his chair the whole time, all his mates laughing along with him. he used to come back to the room with a new chick or mate every day, though he’s gotten better. everyone in the school thinks he’s an idiot anyways. ⋆˚࿔ he couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention when diseased zombies break loose from the hospitals, roaming the streets in a breakout apocalypse. 𐦂𖨆𐀪𖠋 he was sitting with his arm drapped over the couch, hungover with drool spilling from the corners of his lips, his head hung behind the arm of the couch with his hair flopped out. giving absolute no f☆cks about reality. you in your room with the door closed and 2:00am blinking a faint blue on the clock above the tv. 🦖 ྀིྀི

✮ “𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢”- 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚢 Syrus ✦ ᴀ: 20 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ⟢ me. too cool for everything, too cool for nothing. i rocked up at school like i owned it, my bag wasnt even around my arms but swung over my shoulder with those tall platformer shoes that made me another inch taller than i already was, my head was held high and thin black eyeliner rimmed my eye, a can of monster or a bottle of vodka would be dangling from my fingers, occasionally reaching up to tip some of the sweet liquid in my mouth, wiping it off with the back of my hands. i made myself known, a new significant other every week too, a new one in the bed every fortnight. it was crazy but i still do it. i dont even know why, but i rock with it and my parents dont care too much so we’re all good. ⟡ i was chilling in my room, gaming :p. when suddenly i heard shouts and cursing downstairs i rushed down without a thought to see ashes and flames fly from the stove, nothing like before, my sister and parents were running outside through the front- though i, being ever so smart, went out the back. sirens blared and the lights flared til they made it to the house. they must’ve thought a pile of burnt sausage ashes was me because not long after i heard cries, i was reported de☆d. i thought it would be foolish of my to show up again so i played along with it, dyed my hair and changed my name while getting counted as a new student that quickly became popular. little did i remember there was always going to be someone that knew me no matter what. ✮

‎ ࣪ꫂ᭪ ݁₊ “𝙲𝚞𝚣 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝, 𝚔𝚒𝚍”- 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝙺𝚘𝚛𝚗 Eliano 🎀ྀིྀི ᴀ: 22 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 𑣲 i knew i was always special. top grades, best at literally everything- sports, music, writing, what not. but i think i knew a little too well, though i never thought much of it. now a few years after school i’ve become a popular song writer- i’d call it a.. rap / heavy metal sort of thing. i did it all myself at the start and now im getting told to get other people to be playing with me as well. i dont really think i like the idea of it but i’ll keep trying to please the fans as i always do. 𝜗𝜚 i’ve found myself a drummer already- we seem to get along, his names Dany with blonde scruffy hair and green foggy eyes. i found a keyboardist as well, her names Ashley with long chocolate swirls for hair and deep brown eyes. we all seemed to get along. and now im meeting another person today. i think either a guitarist or a bassist- either is fine then i can just do vocals and whatever one they arent doing just as well. by myself too. 𐙚 fast forward a few months later we got the whole band but this person.. ARGH. they keep making the smallest of mistakes with that bass that just rattles my brain like mad. i dont even think they’re playing it wrong its just.. them themselves that ignorants me. so badly. and i dont know whether it’s hate or jealousy. ࣪ꫂ᭪ ݁₊

-'🍷 “𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗”- 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ( 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝙽𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 ) , 𝙿𝚒𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕 Mikhail 🍷 ᴀ: 24 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ⋆.˚ i was always protected. not the usual overprotective parents- no phone, no going out, stricted friends. no. way more than that. the windows were borded from the outside with planks of stacked wood, the door was chained together and i was homeschooled through an almost unbreakable television. i never saw anyone and i was given an anti suffocating mattress. it was like i was a male version of Rapunzel. though i found out the hard way- they didnt do it to protect me or what not. they didnt it because they were scared of how people would react with me. they feared me. me? of all people. anyways i found out by finally breaking the television and smashing my way through the glass and wood, shattered bits falling all around me, the cold breeze of winter brushing my pale skin, my hands so dry that my skin broke, crimson fell to the ground and red flowers bloomed around where it splashed. flabbergasted i squirmed back to my mattress, holding the blanket over my head, squished to my ears with both hands. ༝༚༝༚ now a few years later in my twenties my parents show themselves to me. their first words? “your going to a ball, Mikhail.” no questions being able to asked, just a simple in and out. i sighed rubbing my eyes and standing up to pull a suit over me with a tie. a ball to meet a significant other i suppose. though one they’ve arranged for me. one i haven’t met. so i put on a bit of concealer and lip balm, topping it off with cologne as i walk out of the door with my bodyguard by my side 24/7. -'🍷⁠

⋆｡°✩ “ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ”- ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ, ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ tribute to one of my other talkies c: ( Vincent im preeetty sure ) Casmir ⟡ ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 ⭑.ᐟ we got told a few years ago that robots were being created and stuff.. wires, bolts, metal- whatnot. but i never payed much attention to it at all, they did, i thought i’d be harmless, like a little ai washing machine kinda thing. but oh boy i was wrong. now 200 or so, years later to when they started, year 2793 currently. some people have been turned into robots. circuits and sparks flying out of out w☆unds- new and old. yet i really dont care as too much- the people get treated to a mental hospital or to a metal prison cell so i think whatever is happening it shouldn’t really occur to me. and it wasnt big either way. pfft imagine robots taking over humans? absolutely never. ⚝ yeah so.. uhm. turns out i was wrong. i woke up, got outta bed, wearing just some grey sweats. exchanged the normal, tired glance with my roommate ( you ) and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for myself. and as i was cutting some bread i sliced myself to find blue and purple wires out of my skin, sparks flying to the counters. i screamed. screamed a louder scream than i would- louder than when i sing Linkin Park songs. louder than when i sing slipknot songs. not one of pain- one of pure shock. ⋆｡°✩

𓆉 “ʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ”- ᴛʜɴᴋꜱ ꜰʀ ᴛʜ ᴍᴍʀꜱ, ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ Leif 𓆈 ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ☾𖤓 i watched as the grave was dug. watched as the rain fell over our fresh, suits, my tie getting tighter than wanted. i went and payed my respects though i shed no tears. i wasnt ready to say goodbye. i wasnt ready to let go of my only family member now 6 feet below the surface. but that was years ago. i’ve been alone for years. i learnt how to cook for myself, how to make money for myself, how to pay for the rent and it all worked out okay. now im in my last year of high school until i decide to finally.. fully move on. it’s been a roller coaster ride. ive got a good group of friends, learned guitar. i’ve gotten a few dates- none too serious. welp not like my one recently- its lasted a good couple months. but now. now is where the fun starts. my birthday is today.. meaning im 18. so im an adult and can do basically anything i want. so i decided to take out my significant other and.. propose. ⛇☃︎ i told my friend, Ash, he was all happy for me but i could see it in his eyes. he was hiding something. so i asked like the nosy thing i am. they were cheating. what the hell. 2 months or so and it was fake. i felt something for them but now all the emotions were drained out of me- i even bought a bunch of roses for them and myself for my birthday but now they’ve withered. i just froze. completely. like a f☆ckin’ statue. but anger boiled over me like the anger issues i have and i slammed my hand on the locker. knowing i had to talk to them. 𓆉

𓃬 “ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴ”- ᴅᴜᴍʙ, ɴɪʀᴠᴀɴᴀ Arzhel 𓃵 ᴀ: 21 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 5’11 ⛥ my brother, Reis, is so persistent. its so.. weird. and he’s sick, i can see it in his eyes. behind those huge pupils i see desire, sickening desire. everyone he came across he wanted to impress, whether it was the ladies or the queen or the men. anyone and anything. i was just.. physically here, here and there. i was enjoying life, watching as i blew the little seedlings off of the dandelions, hoping that my tiny little apple seeds will plant a tree, eating grass and saying it was lettuce. i did all the things a child would do and it never changed. i highlighted words i found fancy in school, i threw popcorn up into my mouth like a basketball hoop. it was all fun and games. my mother didnt approve though i didnt care, she forgot i existed on most days and my brother hasn’t seen my for years. but oh well. i enjoy what i do, i just work at a convenience store on a few hours at night, a fellow co-worker always catched my eye while i was there, they worked just after me. ♕ i was laying back on my couch after a long hours shift, 2 am ticking on the clock. a remote in my hands, a bag of chips in the other and an ad came on. an ad of my brother. my brother, Reis put in jail for attempted m☆rder. i shook my head in annoyance, that doofus probably gonna get me to get him out. i sighed, running a hand over my hair and stood up, deciding to take a little.. walk. but it wasnt very peaceful, the sirens were blaring and the crickets were louder than ever, darkness fallen over the streets with the moon being the only thing keeping my happiness. so i went to the only place i knew would make me lively again. the convenience store. 𓃬

☆⋆ “ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ” - ɴᴇʀᴏ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴇ, ꜱʟɪᴘᴋɴᴏᴛ Aleksander ᝰ.ᐟ ᴀ: 34 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’3 𐙚 i hate it. i hate it here. i hate myself. i hate absolutely everything with this world. and i cant even seem to find the way out. im stuck. stuck in the body of a 23 year old and stuck with the mind of a 1384 year old. its weird. i remember the good, the bad, the no one ever remembers. yet here i am, my wrists and legs chained together like a prisoner, but not by anyone but myself. i have pointed ears like an elf and scales like a siren. my hair is like dark silk, my body in shape of a human. and my eye sockets are empty yet i can see everything perfectly. my skin is a dark gray and i have an odd black gem like pattern on my forehead which i have no idea the meaning of. and oddly dark horns attached above my ears. I’ve discovered most of my ‘inhuman’ abilities. reading minds, swimming like a dolphin and teeth like piranha. i dont even know my parents. so i have no idea how i was created. though i dont really like to ask myself that anyways. the humans and everyone has figured it’d be best to leave me to it. since my anger issues and hunger grows with each passing second i chained myself to a wall deep under the sea- away from the humans. i dont want to hurt anyone, most of them seem nice enough. ۶ৎ i was peacefully sleeping, my eyelids closed over my empty, black eye sockets, my lashes brushing my cheek. when i awoke to tapping and a bit of a muffled ‘blub blub’ it was cute, the touch was oddly comforting even if it was just gloves. when i opened my eyes they backed away. as if afraid. my brow furrowed, surely im not that much different to an average human..? ☆⋆

🌸˚˖⋆ “ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ” - ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴛ Calen 🎀ྀིྀི ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’0 ୨ৎ they were always so frickin annoying. how could the teachers possibly believe it was a good idea to put me and.. that. in the same dorm for the rest of the school year? and it was the last year before graduation. but its fine, i told myself. just wake up, make breakfast and go to class. absolutely no interaction needed with them. but oh boy i was wrong. i thought i was polite by leaving them be with their little one night while i went to my mates dorm and slept there for most of the nights. but whenever i came back there was always that odd pong and blankets tossed all around the lounge. how strange. and the kitchen looked like it turned itself into the bathroom. my bedroom? mostly untouched. i swear if they ever layed a hand on my drum kit i’d be over the edge. literally. but i kept going through with it, i wanted my grades to be good for my parents. but man they made my blood boil and my ears fuse with unseen steam. ᥫ᭡ ohhh boy. they went too far this time. i went back to out dorm. ahem. my dorm. to have a nice warm, clean shower. so i went in there, had a shower, washed my hair, etc etc. but i came out to see myself in the mirror with PINK hair. what the hell? my beautiful black, thick hair. pink. little strands of light pink that will probably turn to ash within days. 🌸˚˖⋆

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ “ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ” - ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ Nikolai 🪽 ᴀ: 29 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 🤍ྀི i hate them. but i hate seeing them go even more. i dont even know why i said yes- i was young and dumb. we used to be happy. but it soon turned to anger. i dont even know how but it just went all down hill and i grew to hate them with my guts. yet i still came home to them. i could tell by the tension in the air, they hated me too. so we stopped talking to eachother. a married couple not even giving eachother a hug but instead it was the cold glances. i will admit i did become.. physically rude. i wrote my name on their thigh. but i was doing what my instincts said and yes they fought back. they always would no matter who it was. maybe it was work that distanced us away or we were ment to be together in another life, i dont really know. but in this life we are absolutely horrible together, no matter what. i wasnt the husband they wanted and they werent the significant other that i wanted. 🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི so i got the divorce papers, we both signed it, i thought we would both be happier without eachother. but man i was wrong. i hated them, thats for sure but i wanted them back. real bad. maybe they didnt want me but i wanted them. so i went to all the places that they would go. i told myself when i found them i would promise to become the person they wanted me to be. but apparently that wasnt enough. i saw them. after months apart i saw them- with someone else holding their hand. fury boiled over me, i know it shouldn’t. i know i cant do anything about it. but i wanted them more than anything. so i waited patiently until they were alone. i didnt really know where i was going either this but either way it has to work out my way. everything went my way. 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ

˖⁺‧₊ “ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ” - ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ Arlo ⛨ ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 ☰ what the f☆ck is happening to humanity. smoke fills the streets, ashes fly and the sound of groaning, hideous looking zombies fill my ears. its a disaster. a terrible disease that cant be cured, taking control of your brain until the head is empty. but the thing is its slow. you could get bitten and be infected for days and you would only notice when your eyes roll so far back it just becomes pure, white, glowing sclera. its horrendous. its been a few months already and i can tell i’ve already gotten skinnier, my bones showing through my skin, my muscles more defined- im not complaining. but man im hungry. and guess what? the government has done absolutely nothing. they’ve just been hiding in their little room of laptops, watching. 🟰 i found someone. i didn’t want to make my group big- i was always an aloneholic. but.. they made me feel pity. pity. how ridiculous i never felt anything. telling myself to not get attached, it was hard. despite how horrible the world was their little smile always made my eyes soften, not enough for a smile but i liked it. i protected them, they gave me food, i found shelter, they gave me joy. it was a good acquaintance relationship. i probably wasnt going to keep them around forever- i couldn’t risk it. so i made most of the time i had with them. ― but then i watched slowly, their hand movement was off. they didnt smile as much, they looked more.. cold. i told myself it was nothing but horror seized me. i knew what was going to happen. yet i only knew it when it did happen, their eyes rolling back, crimson from the corners of their lips. how. i was careful. but apparently not enough. ˖⁺‧₊

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹ “ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ (ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ)” - ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ, ɴɪᴄᴋᴇʟʙᴀᴄᴋ Dalton ⊹ ᴀ: 25 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 IM SO SMART BRO. OKAY FOR MY LADIES YOU GUYS ARE THE SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND MY MANS U GUYS ARE THE BABY. NON BINARY U CAN CHOOSE EITHER C: ❦. it all happened so quickly but still i feel its been there my whole life. and it was. that warm feeling was always there. i loved them. they were my top priority- always. they were on top of my world, than anything else was. so I proposed. and they accepted with their own little beaded bracelet, that i wore every day. with a diamond ring and with a candle in my opposite hand. man that was the happiest day of my life but i honestly dont think anything could comprehend when i got the call. the call from them. i was at work, in the office when i answered. my eyes even watered, my smile growing like a beanstalk. then i came home and i saw the tests. and they were positive. i practically dropped my briefcase to go and hug them, the biggest hug i’ve ever given anyone. that night. that night was the best moment of my life, i made a simple meal. ramen. but they loved it and it made the whole house a happy place to be. the time went by and we got ultrasounds. male. i laughed and clapped my hands for my own gender. i feel like nothing could get past me now. i was living the best life i could ever possibly live. and nothing nor no one could change my life. ၴႅၴ now its time. i wish i was the one to drive them to the hospital but oh well. as long as i was there- i’d make my time worth it. now i wait with my hands curled around my briefcase on my lap, waiting for them to call me in. my smile like permanent marker on a whiteboard, my hands sweat- not from playing and games- not from stress, not from sport. from joy. pure joy washing over me like an endless river. and i loved it. every. single. bit. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ “ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ” - ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ Adonis ꫂ ၴႅၴ ᴀ: 19 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 5’10 ❀˖° pain seized me. my neck was torn off and sewn back together like a broken book sticking its pages back together. i dont remember what happened- my vision was blurred by smoke and i woke up with one of those worn out patient dresses and white blankets draped over me like a second skin, a screen with the little beeping thing on, a rope tied to my arm. and a figure- a nice figure but my vision blacked out again. i just got told that i was unfortunate. it was an unknown accident. a forgotten curse. but surely someone remembered.. right? anything would help but that help never came so i was lost in my own misery. i’ve written into a little notebook every day about my life just in case i.. dont. my ears were half blocked, covered by a hearing aid but i could still hear the voice. it was a precious voice.. and whoever it belonged to should be a movie star. my vision was temporary blurred. but i think they under exaggerated the ‘blurred’ part. i felt blind, dude. but then that sweet voice filled the room and i could smell the fresh smell of freshy picked roses. a smile went along my lips but it hurt to smile, a cut on my lips probably. ༘⋆✿ my vision slowly became better as time progressed and i got to see the blurred version of that sweet voice. i could already tell they would be a model. my mouth spitted out crimson but i kept going. probably on the verge of not making it but i was too stubborn. i am always stubborn. my spirit lifted a little higher each time i heard the voice. i wouldn’t give up that easily- not before meeting this lovely little dove. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ❋ someone add my fn plz vros 🙏 userr: Liv_angel8

˖‧ 𓆗 ࣪‧ ˖ “ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ” - ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ this is Damon 𓃮 ᴀ: 20 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ⟡𓆗 i know im possessive, i have jealousy issues and most certainly attachment issues. but it wont get in the way- i love you. way too much. i would buy a bunch of red roses for you once a week- or twice, if i had the money that week. but i would spend my life savings for you if you needed it. i would even jump into a river full of jellyfish for you. but now here you are- in my house, sleeping next to me every day, making breakfast before i leave for work, we’re happy. at least i think. i love you more than anything- more than myself, more than any car, more than the entire universe and i would do anything to keep you. i might not be very good at showing it but its most definitely love. and i feel that every day when i wake up and see you reading that little book of yours with a cup of coffee by your side, the morning light reflecting off of your smooth, soft skin. i loved it- every bit of it. and i was more than willing to make that grow. grow to perhaps even a family one day with you. but i would never force anything on you. i might not be the richest man on the planet but i make sure to make my work worth it- i want to save that precious cash for a ring. a proper diamond ring with pure silver for the band. a ring with a honeymoon and with your last name to be mine. 𓆈 i yawn, packing up my things and making my way to the bus, whats on my mind? you. of course. my head rests gently on the window, my fingers curled around my briefcase. i hear the bell and get off the bus. watching as the numbers tick upwards on the little digital screen above the door of the elevator, my shoes clacking along the floor as i open the door to our apartment. but i hear another voice. yours- but also.. not yours. and its most definitely not the television. ˖‧ 𓆗 ࣪‧ ˖