diabvlical

Oh- well, thank you for getting me back to 300. <✨3

diabvlical

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I’m drunk, I am so drunk. I am very drunk. I’m not functioning, I’m sorry if I say weird shit to you.
          
          -Admin-

agust-em

I'm okay :/ life's been ew but I'm trying
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diabvlical

@domdaddypancake 
            
            They’re both cute!
            I’ve been a train wreck, but I’m fine. How are you?
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agust-em

YES I just changed my username c: I might go back to my original cuz I love it too much. How've you beeenn
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NARCISSISTICMURDER

good evening, stranger.

NARCISSISTICMURDER

i could take you, i have a motorcycle, there always tomorrow right? /raising a brow at you, i gently pat your head; drinking before driving wouldn’t be a good idea, wouldn’t want you to get hurt, sweetheart..
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NARCISSISTICMURDER

hm.. /allowing my tongue to swipe over my lips, i stand back up to my straight posture, my eyes scanning over your features, there was no doubt that you were beautiful and breathtaking to look at, you had a small, defined figure. and your voice was soft and relaxing to listen to, i had to know more about you; myka, you look like a whiskey type of guy, could we talk more to each other over a few drinks?
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NARCISSISTICMURDER

/noticing your shy behaviour, a small smile tugs at my lips, the sign of your awkwardness almost made me feel smitten but it couldn’t be that, it had to be something else, perhaps i was hungry? but looking at you and standing in front of you gave me a indescribable feeling. bending down, i lock my eyes into yours, my fingers gently moving the hair out of your face; you’re quiet..do i scare you, little one? or is it that you don’t talk much?
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-enticingly

Dylans grin didn't last long. So short. Not sweet to his sadistic taste at all. He almost scoffed. This...boy- was all talk in the bathroom! 
          
          How incredibly underwhelming, he thought as he released his switchblade and let it rest in his coat pocket. Myka's Uncle was obviously petrified. He'd barely stumbled away and somehow managed to trip and fall. 
          
          What was this family? God. Pursuing the older man he'd just been speaking with about his made up parents and his faux career, Dylan sighed once he caught up. Putting a knee to his spine, the raven head grabbed a fist full of hair and smashed the mans head into the concrete with two- vile shatters before lifting his head- grabbing his chin and twisting his neck like a chicken. As he did so- he looked up at Myka with a glare. Everything was silent. The moon was still.
          
          The job was done. Standing up, Dylan walked away towards Myka's car  without a second glance at what they did.

diabvlical

I promised someone that I’d catch up to them on reading the new Hunger Games, so I’m going to read as much of it as I possibly can in one sitting. Then, I’m going to come back and I’m going to make all of you love (or hate) my little Myka and YUNKI. I’m excited. 

diabvlical

I’m not going to flake, but I’m not going to talk to people today either. I’m going to spend some time trying to figure out wtf to do with a strange story part I’ve been writing in Myka’s book :[
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