I’ve learned that the easiest way to approach and get to know each other is through….AIM. So that’s what I’m here for– if you have one, regardless of who you are, please either leave your username here or simply add me instead! (That’s the easiest way, really. I’m hxnniebee) I hope to see you soon. Have a good day!
I’m not new (I’ve just been gone for a long, long time), but I’m lonely and would like to make some new friends or acquaintances, whatever you’d prefer. If you could do me a favor and reblog and like this post, I’ll gladly make myself a familiar face to you. Oh, and by the way- my name’s Riley.
Imperfection at its finest. A bundle of forgotten dreams and bottled memories, he lives on borrowed time. He tattoos words and desires in lips and tongue. Inks names and places and people into bleached white pages, shelves words in his ribcage to prepare himself for the beginning to end.
He breathes in inked words and unforgiving lies, breathes out crumpled memories and lukewarm goodbyes. Closes his eyes and sees a sea of cerulean, opens them and peers through broken glass– a kaleidoscope of fragmented bridges built upon blistering sand. Drowns himself in rouged bodies and blued veins, and wonders—
☂ ⓣhe mellow ebb and flow of jazz music settles in the warmth of the atmosphere, room bathed in a pleasant glow of ambience and hushed conservations.
As you find an empty stool near the counter, a seemingly young man slides over on the other side, lips easily tugging up into a smile as his eyes flicker up to meet yours, syllables lilting and curling at the ends.
Hello, you. I don’t suppose we’ve met- or maybe we have. I’m just your average citizen of the Earth, burdened with the pains of loneliness and ennui. Perhaps you could lend a generous hand and help me out? I’d love to get to know you. I would! And I promise you won’t be disappointed (If you’re dissatisfied, I’ll treat you to a cup of coffee.) Just don’t tell my manager.
