You don’t back down when things get hard. It’s always hard. And yet here you are.

Addiction starter sentences

“What happened to staying clean for me?!” “I’m supposed to believe this is you being sober? I’m not buying it.” “How many glasses have you had?!” “If you want to keep smoking, you’ll have to go outside.” “You told me you’d stop…” “You promised I wouldn’t find you like this again!” “Wanna shoot up?” “Have you been drinking? It’s not even noon!” “Let me smell your breath.” “What have you used this time?” “I see you’re still wasting away your days.” “How much did you take? Can you still hear me?!” “Are you trying to kill yourself?!” “I thought that place was going to make you better…” “You know if you go on like this, I’ll have to send you back to rehab. Is that what you want?” “Can you remember when we didn’t need this yet?” “Is the heroin really more important to you than I am?!” “Are you sure this stuff is safe?” “Right, that’s it, you’re going cold turkey.” “No, sit down! You’re having a bad trip. Let me help you.” “Have you any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this?!”

“No you’re not real you can’t be. You’re not real!”

Her heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to explode. “I can’t...I can’t-I can’t... breathe.”

“How is your extreme height even remotely fair.”

Taylor smiled softly. “Do we have any more?” She sat down. “Or better yet. Do we have cake?”

Open

“Yes, I’m eating pie for breakfast.” Mary smirked over at the other person. “And its delicious.”

“Just because you’re interested in helping me, doesn’t mean I want your help.”

“If you don’t get out of the way I WILL throw up on you.”

“I did not make a pie” Callie told them. “For three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie.” She paused.

“It’s a simple question really.” She leaned in. “Do you or do you not have the demon tablet?”

I can’t deal with my drafts rn so I’m putting this out as a tentative starter call for one liners/chat interactions, just gimme a heart of you wanna help me get back into John (OI OI)

Callie raised her eyebrows at her new acquaintence? friend? She crossed her arms in front of her chest and tilted her head slightly to the side, irritated.

“Whose fault was it then?”

{OPEN} || False Accusation

Ben furrowed his brows as he was WRONGLY blamed for what had happened, that night. He’d only recently made friends with this person, so he could forgive their SUSPICION, but that didn’t mean he had to take any SHIT.

❝Don’t give me that look! It weren’t MY fault!❞

Shit. She pressed her hand against the wound as she ran. As if trying to run away from the police right after a hunt wasn’t enough, she had also now managed to cut her arm open while climbing over a fence. 

“It’s not my blood.” She felt the need to establish that before they said anything. 

[insp.]

I bear it, so they don’t have to.

Clarke Griffin + Stars