Tatemcallisterr-blog

knoxaf:

                  For the majority of that hour Knox was busy playing Panda Pop. The night was pretty dull for the most part; until he was notified of someone coming to sleep off the alcohol in their system. Knox sighs and starts to get shit ready for another cell to be occupied. 

“You look rough– want a wet wipe or somethin’ like that?” Knox offered as he’s setting the small box of apple juice and crackers at an accessible area. “Uh, the fridge has been right fucked for the last couple days. Meaning we couldn’t refrigerate our drinks. Hence everything bein’ room temp.”

@tatemcallisterr

One would think having a very close friend that works in the police department would get him out of things like spending the night in a cell sleeping off the alcohol he had just consumed. And yet here he was, doing just that. Tossing his shoes across the cell he practically glared at the officer that was babysitting him for the night. “No, I don’t want a fucking wet wipe.” He had slept in far worse conditions than the state he was in now. Letting out a sigh Tate looked over at the provisions left for him. “Damn. I was really looking forward to my gourmet meal being nice and cold. This night is just full of disappointment.” 

✉️ | DANNIE & TATE

dannie: that is typically what people get shot with.

dannie: yup, right in the hip. then i got picked up by police and was held in a fucking psych ward for three days.

tate: fuck off, i thought maybe you made a typo or some shit.

tate: jesus fuck, dan. are you okay now? that's insane.

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

shvdykiid:

           “Fuck– I’m really sorry and hopefully it’s not broken?”                        He spoke with a sheepish tone.

[ @tatemcallisterr· ] liked this for an intro starter.

“Fucking hell --- “ Tate cursed, picking up his phone and inspecting it for damage. “The screen is broken. Piece of shit phone can’t even take one fall.”

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V  (via sumiremiu)

myhemsworth:

Independence Day: Resurgence | Portraits.

I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life (via violentwavesofemotion)

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

pearls: what’s something about your personality that surprises others?

“I don’t know, my personality isn’t very complex. It seems to surprise people when I joke — and not in my usual asshole sarcastic way. I don’t think anything about my personality is really very shocking. There aren’t many sides to me, I’m not too complicated.”