She’s built up her walls to keep people out. She’s been hurt before. But things have changed. She’s trying to tear those walls down herself. But she stops from time to time, out of fear. But with you by her side she can do it. She is still cautious, but she’s trying to give you her heart, she’s finding it hard.

abukiwi, just my late night thoughts (via wnq-writers)

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

mattyhewhealy:

“i fell in love with her a little bit”

( mad hatter | melanie martinez. ) i’m nuts, baby, i’m mad; the craziest friend that you’ve ever had. you think i’m psycho, you think i’m gone -- tell the psychiatrist something is wrong. over the bend, entirely bonkers, you like me best when i’m off my rocker. tell you a secret: i’m not alarmed. so what if i’m crazy? the best people are .

jamon & evelyn.

“I wouldn’t mind having my neck kissed by you for hours.”

jamon & alexia.

“i’ve always wondered if two damaged people could fix one another with their love. if a set of eyes that aren’t the meanness of our own could bring light to dark. if a hand to grab when we are down, if the sweetness of words could save us from pouring salt in wounds. if a love so strong, so willing to overcome the bad would lead us to the good. i know that love can’t save you, but maybe love can be the reason you’re willing to try to save yourself.”

She wraps her legs around your waist. She whispers in your ear. “Stay.” This is your cue to kiss her. Wrap your fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet beat beat beating.  She won’t always be this vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of your hand. This is your cue to pull her closer. Place a gentle thumb on her bottom lip and breathe. “Stay, stay, stay” she says. Tell her you will. Tell her: “okay.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #200 (via blossomfully)

DJ Zefron vs. DJ AK47

@jamonamari: my girl.

[posted in 2014]

adiosalexia:

Alexia rolled her eyes at the tweet she received back from Evelyn, scoffing at the words. So, she was the one who technically started the social media war, but, Evelyn didn’t need to reply. Alexia wasn’t going to take the blame for that. The latest tweet she’d sent, however, had her finger hovering over the ‘tweet’ button for a few moments before she actually posted it. Sure there were repercussions, but what were the odds of Jamon actually seeing it? (She knew they were high, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind with a whatever, he fucked me over.) Waking through the house toward the kitchen, her eyes were set on the phone when she ran full force into a body. Opening her mouth to retort, her eyes widened marginally at Jamon, but as he spoke she narrowed her eyes. Scoffing, she folded her arms across her chest, “It was a tweet, oh, my god. Get over it,” she breathed out, squaring her shoulders as she stared up at him. “Why were you even looking anyway? Not like you need an ego boost, you already have fucking enough of that.”

When they were an ‘item’, Jamon always found the way Alexia could turn anything into an argument entertaining; he reveled in watching her tear people to pieces with words, laughing quietly in the corner at how small but fearless she was, so recklessly brave -- but now it was the complete opposite. Mostly because it was directed at him. He rolled his eyes, finding her retort completely obnoxious. Naturally, she’d think it was nothing; she probably didn’t even pick up on the insult, since he assumed she sat around calling him such with her friends and family. “When someone squares up against Evelyn, I’m usually always involved, and of course I was gonna fuckin’ keep tabs when it was clear I was the topic you’re talkin’ shit about,” Jamon deadpanned, finding his need to explain completely unnecessary but he spewed it first regardless. Her comment about his ego made him snort, disbelief flickering across his expression for a moment. “You think calling me trash is an ego boost? Right, yeah, you fuckin’ would. You and the rest of you Parker’s probably think calling someone like me trash is a compliment, when I’m so obviously lower than that.”

ctrlevelyn:

evelyn’s stretched arm still reached out towards where she was previously pointing and a glum look of desperation appeared on her face. “b-but i want sex i haven’t for ages jamon,” she pleaded, a frown appearing on her face, unable to comprehend why he was saying no. of course, if she was sober, she’d know it’s because he didn’t want criminal charges but for now, she was so out of it that she’d lost all moral tracks. “w-well as long as you fuck me when i’m sober, please,” she pleaded, putting on puppy dog eyes, a hiccup erupting from her cavities once more. then, the unexpected happened once more. evelyn was an unexpected little creature when she was drunk. a teardrop fell from her ducts and she began crying uncontrollably for no reason. “i want home! home, bed, home!” she wailed, snuggling up into jamon’s chest. “i want sex!” she sobbed, once more. she was in such a mess that perhaps her pleads were where she was best off anyway. as he moved her into a cannonball position, she continued to sob onto her knees.

A crease furrowed between his brows as his eyes widened, giving away the sudden bewilderment Jamon felt at Evelyn’s reactions. He couldn’t help the breathy chuckle at her first demand, nodding slowly. “I’ll fuck you as many times as ya want when you’re sober, Evie,” A smirk twisted one corner of his mouth as he adjusted their seating on the rock, his body resting right behind hers as a support system so she didn’t fall into the sand. It was calm for a moment until her emotions did another abrupt turn and she was suddenly crying. “Jesus Christ!” Jamon exclaimed, but it was lost to the wailing of Evelyn. He reacted instantly, hushing her and speaking in soothing tones. “Okay, well I can’t take you home until you tell me where it is, so you’re going to have to deal with my bed or we’re in some shit. As for the sex, uh-- how’s this? How about we get you into bed and get some water in ya and then sex can come after you sleep some. Yeah?”

ftakira:

“Well I like it because I think it is pretty and picturesque, there’s a beach and I like to walk sometimes so you get to seem some interesting sights. But, I guess that could be seen as slightly lame when most people probably would have a more interesting reason.”

“Naaah, don’t be ridic. A lot of people think that, m’sure. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with likin’ the look of something, yeah. Do you take pictures of it or do you just... chill and admire?”

Laying in the sun with the notifications to the sudden social media war turned on seemed to be a nice way for Jamon to spend his morning, but with one tweet, the humorous serenity was ruined and he felt the easy smile droop on his expression. Clenching his jaw, he sat up from the sun lounge, swiftly moving to go inside -- because he needed a beer or some hard liquor to make this more enjoyable now -- but he ran right into the source of his suddenly discontent, the petite girl standing there with her phone in hand still. At the almost-impact and sudden presence, Jamon’s irritation and sarcasm came out in full force with his drawl. “Oh, I’m so sorry, your majesty. I didn’t mean for the trash to get in your way.”