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from quantic dreams's dbh.
very heavily headcanon / divergent influenced.

POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT / HEAVY MATERIAL.


written by mo.
est: 21/6/18
refurb: 24/12/18 UPDATES.

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β€œ well, shit. ”

unhurried  in  repetitive  breath  does  he ,  lay  down   languid  movement         he  huffs ,  chest  PANTING  &  EXPANDING .   hands  to  knee ,   crimson  colorings  against  his  PALE  LIP .    it  is  then  when  he  takes  A  LUNGFUL  BREATH ,   blown  out  into  a  sigh .  ❝     well shit is right .   ❞    he  repeats .  directly  after .    pushes  off ,   there  to  full  attention  once  more .  

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pitter-patter  of  rain  in  a  back  alley .  midnight’s  soft  collective .    (   A THRILL OF A JEST ! IT’S WOVEN IN CAUSALITY.      ━━━          ) .       ❝     fucker  got  away    !     ❞       eyes  shift  over  surroundings  ,   evident  in   EXASPERATION    &     further  frustration .     ❝     fowler’s  gonna  have  a  goddamn  field  day .     ❞

misc starters.    ;    @addicktcop

misc sentence starters

leneemusing:

  i wish i knew how to talk about it.    
  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”  
  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”  
  i wish i could hate you.  ” 
  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. 
  i need you to trust me.    
“  i missed/miss you.   
  she/he won’t listen to me. 
  let me do this for you. please.  ”  
  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ”
  tell me something happy.  ”  
  promise me. 
  i just want/wanted to help.  ”  
  let me explain.  ”
“  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.   
“  i’m on your side. 
“  i’ve got your back, okay? ”
  please, tell me you have a plan. 
  stay with me tonight. 
  don’t go. please.  ”  
  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”  
“  talk to me.    
“  i did what i had to do. 
  we can’t keep going on like this. 
“  i’m just tired.  ”
“  i’m scared.  ”
“  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ”
“  it’s better to expect disappointment. 
“  hope is dangerous.  ”
  i like seeing you smile.   
“  you look beautiful.  ”  
“  be patient with her/him. they’re trying.   
“  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough.
  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.    
  have a drink with me. 
“ 
she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. 
  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ”
“  can i help you?  ”
“  i thought you’d like this. 
  do you wanna get out of here?  ”
  walk with me?  ”
  well, shit. 

not really a river at all !  but a handshake between two great lakes, huron stretching to embrace erie in its green-gray grasp. you stitch the liquid boundary of a city dismantling itself, bricks unmortared, spires sagging, burnt out structures razed to open field. prairies returning here, foxtails and chicory, queen anne’s lace sways; tumbleweeds amble down woodward avenue, blow past fire hydrants, storefronts and rusted cadillacs.         we hope for better things. 

independent hank anderson🍺