you don’t have to say you love me

just be close at hand

you don’t have to stay forever

i will understand

believe me, believe me

i can’t help but love you

(Source: rivermanblues-blog)

* blondeslave.

     _{❝ have an OYSTER,  baby … it’s an aphrodisiac. ❞}

           ^{❝       I’LL   PASS    –––   never   been   a   big   fan   of   seafood.       ❞}

* butscrewmefirst.

          elizabeth isn’t quite sure what to expect in asking the other for such comfort, but what she gets is more painful than anticipated. donovan is a sore subject for her still, even a year later, and lips will part as the countess is rendered SPEECHLESS. her hands will squeeze the one of liz’s, and it’s all she can do to keep in control of herself, though ‘control’ is used sparingly.   ❛ —— i have not. there is no one to compare. ❜   elizabeth has realized the greatness that donovan was to her, but such a thing had come too late. meeting her dearest friend’s gaze, her own sad and lost, the countess goes on.   ❛ i try every single night, but i feel… nothing. ❜   the first few she’d taken to her room had ended up dead, but such a cycle quickly grew boring. she let’s them go now, but nothing is as fulfilling as donovan himself had been.   ❛ what do i do? ❜   leaning towards the other, it’s obvious elizabeth is desperate for guidance.

                                        ^{❝        OH,   SWEETHEART,       ❞            leaves   her   lips   in   a   whisper  :  silent   sorrow   expressed   in   blatant   sympathy,   tongue   parting   tiers   with   a   hushed   click.   arms   of   lank   stir   to   envelop   the   other   in   a   warm   embrace    –––   but   gesture   falls   short  ;  uncertainty   of   comfort   laces   fingertips   as   they   instead   rest   softly   on   the   curve   of   elizabeth’s   shoulder.   grasp   tightens   briefly,   gently,   as   hesitation   melts   away,   &   regard   for   her   friend’s   wellbeing   cements   in   the   forefront   of   her   mind.           ❝         –––   it’s   best   to   let   those   things   happen   naturally   ;   you’ll   find   someone   eventually.         ❞        while   knowledge   of   such   an   idea   is   not   concrete,   the   words   of   reassurance   enter   the   room   with   hopes   of   solacing,   but   do   so   quietly,   dancing   on   cracking   glass.          ❝         in   the   meantime,   what   about   other   forms   of   companionship ?   it’s   never   too   late   to   mend   old   wounds   –––   especially   with   eternity   on   our   hands.         ❞}

(via butscrewmefirst)

bopeep:

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

* brokenragdoll.

_{Choked, dying noises ( coming from the man imprisoned between her ass and the bed ) diverted Sally’s gaze far away from the unfortunate trespasser, whose bad timing she resented far more than the fact that her newest puppet didn’t seem to be holding up so well. Her shoulders drooped, sadness coming back to her in the form of a perfectly red and defined little pout. She wanted him to live —— long enough for her to shape him to her liking: a much desired soul mate to be her loyal companion. And Liz Taylor, with her endless babbling about explanations and other crap Sally didn’t give two shits about, was currently stealing whatever little time the two had left together. Smeared lips curving into a quiet snarl, the junkie rose her head to lock eyes with the biggest shit-don’t-stink woman she would ever know.} 

_{“You don’t wanna listen to what I have to say. Not really, you’ve been shunning me out for decades.” As she spat in her direction, Sally took it upon herself to try and soothe the agonizing man; long fingers caressed the sharpness of his cheekbone, touching him just the right way. Like a lover would. “You always forget, I can see right through you.“}

                         ^{❝       ––   OH,   PLEASE.       ❞        a   scoff,   riddled   with   the   coarse   cut   of   impatience,   bubbles   to   life,   the   harsh   rush   of   breath   roughly   ushered   out   from   between   rosy   lips.   fingers   curl   into   loosely - held   fists   that   come   to   rest   softly   upon   the   jutting   handles   of   hips   :   her   very   demeanor   challenging   sally’s   stance.   the   facade   of   diligence   crumbles   the   moment   those   words   leave   the   blonde’s   mouth   in   a   spat   ;   shoulders   lift   in   aggravation   unfamiliar   to   liz’s   posture.}

                        ^{❝        of   all   the   years   we’ve   been   here   together,   who   has   been   there   to   listen   to   you  ?    certainly   not   the   countess   or   donovan.        ❞        &   while   her   point   may   not   ring   completely   true,   the   small   pride   held   for   the   fountain   of   wisdom   &   advice   she’s   become   to   the   hotel’s   guests   is   wounded   by   such   statements.   but,   for   the   time   being,   liz   lets   it   go.      ❝         ––   what’s   this   really   about,   huh  ?         ❞}

(via brokenragdoll)

_{HOGWARTS HOUSE PERCENTAGE BREAKDOWN .
repost , don’t reblog !  take the quiz here.}

^{you are 46% hufflepuff, 22% ravenclaw, 20% slytherin, and 12% gryffindor !}

<sup>you belong in hufflepuff without question, but your ravenclaw-esque appreciation for knowledge means your many friends come to you when they need advice from someone with a level head. while you enjoy any kind of learning, working as part of a team is where you truly thrive. you are an excellent collaborator, & understand that communication with others is an essential part of learning &, more importantly, growing as a person.

your slight compatibility with slytherin house suggests a determination to succeed, though not at the expense of traits from your more dominant houses.</sup>

^{tagged by: @alderaanheir​ xoxo
tagging: anyone who wants to :’)}

(Source: moonchild30)

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