…my spite was sharp as broken glass.

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            ❛         if   this   person    _{means   as   much   to   you   as   you   say,    she   will   know.}          ❜            _{an   attempt   at   nonchalance   is   mustered,    however,    tone   is   sparsely   even,    eye   contact   is   limited,    &    posture   is   just   short   of   defensive.   having   been   on   the   other   end   of   this   conversation   just   a   month   before,   tristan’s   passing   unbeknownst   to   donovan,   she   now   doles   out   the   same   advice   she   was   previously   given    &    ignored.    such   is   evident   in   her   fruitless   efforts   to   remain   neutral   as   donovan   sits   in   his   perch   on   the   opposite   side   of   the   bar,    professing   his   love.}            ❛          _{she’ll   kill   you    –––    or   them,    if   only   to   make   you   suffer.    what   you   need   to   do   is   run.}          ❜       _{@recklessdevotion  didn’t  ask  for  a  starter  but  is  getting  one  anyway  <3}

nannydearest:

 _{——————— BUT  WHEN  IT  CAME  RIGHT  DOWN  TO  IT   the skin of my wrist looked so white and   DEFENSELESS   that I couldn’t do it. It was as if what     I   WANTED  TO  KILL  WASN’T   IN  THAT  SKIN.     or the thin     blue pulse      that jumped under my thumb,     but somewhere else, deeper,     more secret,      and a whole lot harder to get.} 

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hey friendly reminder liz’s birthday is next week

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Your father didn’t love you , so you assume no one else would either.

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a roanoke commercial? right in front of my salad?

She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died for him.

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