stydia or stalia
R e m e m b e r ?” he asks. “This is where you kissed me.” So the heavy dose of morphling administered after the whipping wasn’t enough to erase that from his consciousness. “I didn’t think you’d remember that,” I say. “Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then,” he tells me. "Maybe I’ll be like that man in ‘The Hanging Tree’. Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It’s a surprising flavour for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. “I knew you’d kiss me.” “How?” I say. Because I didn’t know myself. “Because I’m in pain,” he says. “That’s the only way I get your attention.”
you and your friends try to protect everyone. have you been doing this the whole time? i mean, how are you all still alive?
not all of us are.
we looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’. (x)
the truth for me is that we—my kind—are violent creatures, who eventually will not be able to control their violent impulses.
I’m open to all the elements, I’m definitely ready to take anything on. But I don’t want to jump too far into the deep end.
Crystal Reed photographed by Amanda Elkins (2013)
If you going through hell, k
making up for low grades with high calories
when u win an argument against someone who thinks they know everything