drink and cigarette

Split Lip

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre


Business was running smoothly for the first time in a long while, and the nights at the Garrison were no longer quite so fraught with tense whispers and anxious anticipation. You watched from the bar as John and Arthur each knocked back a whiskey before ordering a bottle and following Tommy into the side room. You smiled fondly at Tommy’s unusually relaxed demeanor. He deserved this break but you knew his scheming mind never rested long, and he would soon be calculating yet another expansion or other risky venture - if he wasn’t already.

You finished your drink and put out your cigarette before following the three brothers off the crowded floor.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.