I swing both ways ;)
Violently. With a bat. Come get some motherfuckers.
Violently. With a bat. Come get some motherfuckers.
arms fold overtop the stone parapet, hood pulled down to shield her eyes from the light. she watches the ebb and flow of the river beneath the bridge, nothing like her friend described. it’s opaque, with dirt and debris floating to the surface and carrying downstream.
❛ … where are you, kallie ? ❜
soon, the rain slackened to welcome the rising sun, who greets her timidly at first, minutes before the skies erupt in radiant gold. sunlight kisses her face, spreading warmth against battered and bruised skin beneath layered clothing drenched in rainwater and sweat.
she feels at peace. even the presence of a man ( it’s always a man ) doesn’t grate her nerves like it would have in the real world. outside of this illusion. smoke ribbons up from the lit - end of the cigarette, one she hadn’t even known she was holding. she pulls the toxins into her mouth, breathing it into her lungs.
❛ i can’t go home. she’s still out there, waitin’ for me to find her. ‘sides ––––– how d’ you forget someone you didn’t even know ? ❜
she looks at the water. it’s smooth and clean, like glass.
William Joyce, Ollie’s Odyssey
❛ man, th’ hell you think this is ? amateur hour or somethin’ ? i’ve got this ––––– jus’ gimme some time. and quit cruisin’ ‘round here ‘fore you scare ‘em off, asswipe. ❜ bruised hands, dirty around the cuticles, pull from warm cotton pockets and slip back into worn denim. ❛ still breakfast time, ain’t it ? yo, make yourself useful ‘n get me one of them sausage mcmuffins. i’m starvin’. ❜
❛ ‘cause, he’s jus’ some ––– pussy ass, snot - nosed little bitch who’s talkin’ shit. that ain’t no reason t’ snitch. ❜ sniffs, wiping beneath her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. ❛ don’t worry ‘bout it. ❜
❛ whatever. don’t you got somewhere t’ be ? ❜ she hasn’t slept in days. became too dependent on the morphine to sleep sound, decided to quit cold - turkey, and is paying the price. it isn’t an addiction so much as a fundamental part of her routine ( but she’s digging her heels in, thinking she can tough it out like before. ) ❛ ––––– y’ ain’t gotta remind me every second. get’cha rickety ‘ole nasty ass outta here. ❜
[inspired by this]
“ actually… i just miss you. ”
“ alright, i’ll leave you alone. ”
“ and slowly… i was forgotten. ”
“ and then everything just disappears. ”
“ and where do i go? ”
“ anyone could tell from here. ”
“ are you finishing that or…? ”
“ are you stupid or stupid? ”
“ anything, just call me, okay? ”
“ bitch better have my money. ”
“ bro… that’s so… not cool… ”
“ but did you do it? ”
“ call me now. it’s urgent. ”
“ can’t you listen to me? ”
“ cross that. don’t answer that. ”
“ don’t even think about it. ”
“ don’t you dare walk away. ”
“ do it. i dare you. ”
“ did you think i forgot? ”
“ eventually… you just move on. ”
“ even if you still do. ”
“ everything will fall into place. ”
“ fight me, you attractive stranger. ”
“ for once, i need you. ”
“ for once… i was right. ”
“ for once… i was wrong. ”
“ forget i even asked you. ”
“ forget it. you fucking suck. ”
“ fuck’s sake, what’s your problem? ”
“ fuck off. i mean it. ”
“ give and take. that’s life. ”
“ great. perfect. nice. fuck this. ”
“ have you lost your mind? ”
“ hello? it’s me. i was- ”
“ hey… that wasn’t so nice. ”
“ here’s a glass of whatever. ”
“ how about a hug, hm? ”
“ how about you make me? ”
“ i haven’t forgot you yet. ”
“ i can’t be around you. ”
“ i don’t need you, really. ”
“ i don’t need this now. ”
“ is this your first time? ”
“ it’s just a cut, really. ”
“ it wasn’t me, i swear! ”
“ i said i love you. ”
“ just don’t fuck it up. ”
” just… come back alive, okay? ”
“ just make sure you’ve eaten. ”
“ kick his ass for me. ”
“ killed him? wait, what, literally? ”
“ life really sucks. feel better. ”
“ letting go hurts… a lot. ”
“ let me live, will you? ”
“ no, i don’t need you. ”
“ nothing can hurt me now. ”
“ nothing matters anymore to me. ”
“ okay it was me… so? ”
“ people lie all the time. ”
“ pipe the fuck down, asshole. ”
“ please, you can’t die now. ”
“ please don’t leave me alone. ”
“ quiet. they can hear us. ”
“ quick! give me your phone! ”
“ quicker, you freaking piece of- ”
“ quit it or i’ll bite. ”
“ quit staring! they’ll notice us! ”
“ really? do i look stupid? ”
“ real smooth, tripping over air. ”
“ rise and shine, sweet thing. ”
“ rise and fucking shine, motherfucker. ”
“ seriously? give me a break. ”
“ so… what are we now? ”
“ so… did you miss me? ”
“ so… can we go eat? ”
“ so… when’s the next flight? ”
“ so… how did everything go? ”
“ sometimes, i wish you died. ”
“ so what? you did it. ”
“ time passes slower without you. ”
“ then what do you suggest? ”
“ the fuck? who are you? ”
“ then you tell me why. ”
“ this is not working out. ”
“ this isn’t what i wanted. ”
“ this is all a fucking disaster. ”
“ when did it all happen? ”
“ who knew you’d be here? ”
“ why do i even bother? ”
“ why do i love you? ”
“ why didn’t you tell me? ”
“ you’re just… so, so stupid. ”
“ you can’t be here now. ”
“ you look like an accident. ”
“ you really need to go. ”
“ you know who to call. ”
” zero fucks given. next please. ”
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