"I Lie To Myself All The Time. But I Never Belive Me. "

i <3 shitty outsiders shorts

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧

Dallas doesn’t love you.

So, when his forehead is placed on your shoulder, bloodied and busted hands gripping the fabric of your shirt— it feels contradictory.

After the rumble, you’d pulled him away and quietly tended to his wounds. There was no room for words, because Dally knew he wouldn’t be himself if he spoke. If he spoke, he’d tell you he was in love. But, he can’t— won’t— love you. Not when he’d have to lay himself before you, show the darkened corners of his tormented soul.

He lifts his head up, meeting your gaze. His eyes showcase a poorly-hidden softness, telling you love poems and epic tales. You only smile at him, and he knew then that he’d do anything to keep you looking at him like that.

Dally pulls his hands away, one reaching to grab his cigarette box from his pocket as he steps back. He murmurs a thanks, looking away from you.

No, he’d never let himself love you. Dally wasn’t made to love.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧

finally finding a masterlist with the characters ur interesed in and click in one // “None yet”

THIS IS SO ME

i love being a little freak on tumblr nobody can stop me

Definitely not me