& DAWN.
❛ YOU LOVE GIRLS. but do they love you ?? ❜ note: the answer to that question is definitely yes. but she’s not going to tell him that. he doesn’t need to know that she heard a literal ( not exaggerating ) gaggle of freshman girls talking about him in bio. ❛ c e r t a i n l y not for your wit. maybe for your stick-gymnastics. ❜
❛ or MAYBE ——————————————– for my impression of a tree. ❜
allowing his arms to DROP suddenly to his sides, scott BLINKS hard, squeezing his eyelids shut. legs STUCK together, his body FORMS as much of a straight line as it can possibly MANAGE. a ghost of a smile PLAYS on his lined lips, UTTERING not a single sound for several seconds before he OPENS his eyes. LEANING his back onto the wall behind him, he LETS OUT the breath he had been holding and RELAXES his stiff muscles.
❛ ———————- that’s my FUNNIEST joke. ❜
& ELENA.
“Just so you know ––– the next time you fall asleep and start snoring while I’m trying to study I’m going to smack you in the back of the head.”
❛ BUT i didn’t ———– not fall asleep. —- I FELL ASLEEP.
———————————————————————– where’s my SHIRT ? ❜
& BLAIR.
“Are you really that dim? She doesn’t want to watch netflix she wants to bone you.”
❛ NOT to change the subject or anything but ————————————- wouldn’t i technically be the one doing the BONING ? ❜
Send “Nudge” on anon if you want to ship with my muse but you’re too shy to say it off anon
& OPEN. ( for new americana group verse members only )
❛ she just TEXTED me & ASKED if i wanted to netflix & chill ? ———————– i don’t even HAVE netflix. ❜
( after the break up aus. )
- “i’m knocking on your door 3am in the morning but you’re not my friend. but i need a beer and possibly a hug because my gf broke up with me” au.
- “i am at the club drinking my sorrows away and damn, you look good. we should dance together to get my mind off of my ex bf/gf” au.
- “taking out the garbage aka old gifts and pictures of my bf and oh god i accidentally dropped everything in front of you, but wow you’re handsome so i don’t mind this” au.
- “i don’t really like you because you remind me of my ex but there’s something about you that makes me feel like i’m at home again” au.
- “we’re nothing but fwb ( friends w/ benefits ) but damn you’re friends with my ex? i’m out” au.
- “we just started seeing each other but fuck you’re my ex’s younger/older sibling so let’s not” au.
- “i’m playing a song that reminds me of my ex but the way you sing it makes me forget about them so easily” au.
- “you’re friends with my roommate but they’re not home and how embarrassing that you’re here while i’m silently weeping over my break up but lets watch a movie and eat ice cream to pass time” au.
- “i wanted to leave one last message for my ex to tell them to fuck off but oops wrong number, didn’t mean to yell at you instead” au.
- “you’re the only friend who stuck by me for weeks/months ever since my break up and i don’t know i’m kinda falling for you” au.
Fire and the Flood — Vance Joy
fire and the flood | vance joy
on loving a wounded boy:
there will be days when his smile is so bright
that it blinds you.
do not shield your eyes from him;
instead, kiss the smile from his lips
and taste the heat there,
the love,
the ashes.
he will taste of sunshine and ruin.
let him.
there will be days when his arms
are a crime scene of his own design,
taped off and untouchable.
there will be days you come home
to find him bleeding heavily onto the bathroom floor
and he will stain the tile with every
regret
sorrow
guilt
and he will call it his own private sin.
bandage him; press your mouth
to the cotton dryness of the cloth
and feel the warmth of blood beneath.
remind yourself that this is not who he is.
remind him that he is more than the sum
of every wrong done to him.
there will be days when his mouth tastes
of saccharine
instead of sugar.
do not call him on his mistakes.
drink this bitter-sweet sorrow
down to the dregs.
there will be nights when his eyes
are the color of bruises
and his sobs will keep you awake no matter how
he tries to silence them.
pull him into your arms,
but say nothing.
if he wants to tell you, he will.
there will be mornings when he traces his fingers
up your leg
as you eat your breakfast.
he will not ask for anything more
than just the comfort of your presence in the room.
give that to him.
there will be midnights that his legs kick out
in fear
and he will sweat his nightmares out like fever.
there will be some kisses that taste like
every childhood summer you’ve ever had,
and other kisses that taste like sweat-salt
and the dampness of tears.
there will be times that he asks too much of you,
or times you give too little.
there will be times that he hisses threats between his teeth
and every word feels like a dagger.
and there will be apologies, eventually.
soft words and silences that blanket you in comfort
and the knowledge that above all else,
his love is genuine.
these moments will warm you from the inside out.
more than anything,
there will be moments when he looks at you
like you alone put the sun in the sky,
and his sigh against your lips
will be a supernova and an autumn wind
all at once.
kiss him once.
kiss him again.
kiss him until he forgets he’s broken,
and kiss him until you forget
that you’re broken
too.
