Was an untied lace, forcing you on your knees, exposing your ass to people you passed on the street with your head held high any less a #betrayal then having the cells in your body split, expand, merge, spread, poison, kill until your life is just a series of untied laces?#vss365
What golden hour was to artists, #twilight was to paramours - the encroaching darkness sheltering their illicitness in a forgiving embrace while the atmosphere still illuminated by the dying remnants of sunlight gave them just enough to imagine an answer to “what if?” #vss365
Since we have killed God, churches were replaced by #bars as the principal place where the most forsaken of us, those spending their days in the engulfing embrace of loneliness, could soothe their souls shrieking yearning with a quick fix of superficial familiarity. #vss365#bar
The only observable manifestation of Julia's complete absence, which was the only way she could endure the touch of his undeserving, greedy hands on her thighs, was the #burn on her youthful skin being made by the cigarette limply hanging between her fingers.#vss365
@WonderboyMMA You should consider rebranding yourself as Even Stephen because everbody feels like an #evenstephen sometimes. We loved watching you bleed your way to victory tonight ❤
If Ann was a flower, she would be a #hydrangea. Her personality both diluted and excessive, mediocrity oozing from her every pore, her beauty vulgarised and made worthless by it's sheer loudness attacking all of your senses. You fuck hydrangeas, you don't marry them. #vss365
She tried to pinpoint the moment when things became #muddled, observing their relationship like a mere mathematical problem, subtracting the Tuesday when his keys jangled at 3AM from the Sunday when his hand, gently draped around her waist, wouldn't let her leave the bed. #vss365
He could live with the "exclusively bred goldendoodle" and he even stopped insisting that the sound of his budgeting app was funeral march compressed into a second long beep, but the + sign on the ammonia reeking stick was a herald of someone coming to #consume his life. #vss365
Some men preferred the experienced whores with perfectly timed moans and artificial #fire in their eyes, ignited not by lust but money - the lack of authenticity made it easier both to believe and to lie that it never happened. Ian always browsed the "newcomers" section. #vss365
Fear behind the bedroom eyes and the treacherous shake of her hand as she lit her fifth cigarette, revealed insecurity masquerading as #mystery-the only thing he could see as he observed her was a little girl dragging her feet in her mothers heels, drowning in her blouse. #vss365
Steel pole reflected the dance of dimmed blue and violet lights onto her porcelain skin, engulfing her #fragile form in a waltz of coldness and warmth, illuminating her face for just enough time to make him sure that she was the most sensational woman he has ever seen. #vss365
There it was, the Truth with capital T, covered in dust left by all the lies that crumbled upon her but still unscathed, waiting #beneath the self help bullshit that I’ve tried to internalise and make it my own – and the truth was that you can't be happy without love. #vss365
"You look nice" made her heart sink. For a person that was used to having her specific features praised in detail from a young age, be it her once radiant skin or petit ear lobes, the #sting of a blanket compliment was far greater than silence that leaves you wondering. #vss365
It wasn’t hard for him to sustain his addiction, not with the battalions of one percenters biweekly weeping on his designer couch only so they could recommend a psychiatrist during an overpaid Sunday brunch and make their #psyche appear not as shallow as their lives were. #vss365
The tiniest fraction of Marina's amber hair has wiggled it’s way out of the crown #braid and was now dangling right in front of her emerald iris, creating a contrast only gods could paint - the same gods he was cursing for not making him the only one basking in her gaze. #vss365
Between the phone that was always silent, vacations with no pictures and a growing numbness in her eyes, even the most clueless of the gang started seeing her marital bliss for what it was – a well constructed #mythos, a delusion in service of self preservation. #vss365#vss365a
He didn't leave when he caught her cheating or when she became a #mood-killing, joy-stealing, shine-taming personification of an abyss. He left when the part of her back, just below the shoulder, where he would often rest his head stopped smelling like her. #vss365#vss365a
The cold #iron of the street lamp pressed against her hot skin snapped her back to reality for a mere second - enough to make her hear the mermaid song of the club, luring her in with it's promises of temporary affection usually forgotten with the first rays of light. #vss365