“I’d love to now” he said frankly and stood from his seat to grab his wallet.              It was odd Mordecai was so bold with suddenly asking to go out so suddenly              but flattering all the same, in the strangest most subtle way.              “I’ll pay for my own , though. Wouldn’t want to impose on you”

"Excellent." Standing from his own seat, he pulled on  the jacket which had previously been draped over the  back of his chair. Standing in the open doorway, he  turned to face him."Don't be silly, I'll take care of it.  I'm the one who asked in the first place."

Ewing watched him, wanting to keep him in the room as long as possible. It was his fault for not hurrying up and for playing games.  Not wanitng him to leave, Ewing shook his head and began undoing the buttons Mordecai had just done. “It was my fault…” he said, “I just… expected too much of this and if I hadn’t wanted it then we wouldn’t ave faught.” Ewing gave Mordecai a soft smile and placed his hnand on his cheek. A soft, meaningful kiss was placd to his lips as he trailed down his neck and murmured “please forgive me… I don’t ask for forgiveness often”

There was nothing he could do except listen to Ewing as he went on, thankful that he was choosing not to leave. “Neither do I,” he buried his fingers in the hair behind Ewing’s head and brought their mouths together for another kiss. “If I forgive you does that mean we’re even?” 

            “Well you don’t have to, honest”              Christian admitted, then as he looked to the man up from him ,              a small smile almost invisible to the eye brushed over his lips.              “If you telll me where I can meet you there. Now? Or later on?”

      "Really, I don't mind." He would have explained further         but desperation wasn't a good look on him. Had mirrored         Christian's movements despite feeling out of sorts.          "Oh. Well... We could go now if that's alright. Or I could meet           you later on. I was thinking the little          place on the corner of Lorraine?"     

         “Coffee?” Christian echoed as he sat from his hunched position at his desk.          “It all depends, will you be paying?”

"I hadn't planned on that, but now           that you mention it, sure." Truth be told he needed the company; and although he hardly knew the man, he was willing to pay if it meant there would be someone to keep his attention.

when ur crush likes someone else but u still wanna be cool and happy for them

Reblog with the face your muse makes right before they're about to disobey you.

The Great Gatsby, relevant in relation to anyone who commits suicide and their “friends” talk about them afterwards (via wrongleverkronk)

Do your best to emotionally break my character. Guilt, lost love, insecurities, just totally tear them apart.

i want a boyfriend who holds my hand in public and helps me bury dead bodies in the backyard<3

“What exactly am I misinterpretting, Mordecai Wolfsheim you tell me!”

"It's not what you think! And even then, I'm not certain why you're making such a big deal about it."

not wanting to remind someone about a reply/starter you did…

Don’t tell            { me }                  I’m not a                         m o n s t e r.                              I know the                                      { truth }