ㅤ ᯓᡣ𐭩 YOU STAY 𝓢OFT, YOU GET BEATEN. ㅤ

ㅤ only type’a loving god is fucking someone underneath the cross. ㅤ

ㅤ hey, you. been missin’ ‘ya. ㅤ

ㅤ “ demonstrate. sounds like a whole lotta fun. “ hands fanning outwards, cupping his palms. ㅤ

ㅤ mornin’, sunshine. do me a favor .ᐣ ㅤ

ㅤ “ good thing you got me to the rescue .ᐟ what’s it stand for, anyways .ᐣ “ ㅤ

ㅤ mornin’. ㅤ

ㅤ held again between fingers as he takes another hit. everything becomes pleasantly fuzzy, leaving the gears to turn harder than they normally do. " been a long fuckin' time since i've had one. years. easier to smoke it. " ㅤ

ㅤ exhales thick smoke in a plume, carried away by the encroaching wind. a side-eye, leaning his cheek on her head. " hey, darl'. just need a few moments, yeah? " ㅤ

ㅤ " welcome. it important to you? wouldn't want 'ya to lose somethin' as cute as that. " ㅤ

ㅤ no cameras or the law lingerin' 'round, is there? ㅤ

𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦. ★ srry for lack of replies but i genuinely am super busy LOOOLLL its not because im disinterested in writing w my oomfs

ㅤ “ yeah .ᐣ ‘d like that. “ his words smooth at the edges, fall into the heavier—set of the southern accent. his mouth still stretches wide from amusement, “ pass it again .ᐣ “ ㅤ

ㅤ sitting on the curb & chain—smoking. his lungs burn & he coughs intermittently, but he’s stressed. nicotine manages to knock some of it off. ㅤ

ㅤ the high creeps in, blunts the edge of his reality. been awhile since he’s done something like this —- suddenly, laughter bubbles at the question. “ fuck yeah, it is. whose your dealer .ᐣ “ ㅤ