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anonymous asked:

please omfg please elaborate more on dally! idfc what it is but anything! i love your writing so much and you just have this spectacular understanding of him ❤️ thnx christina!

(i literally just had a conversation about this the other night, so here’s my expanded analysis)

honestly, the way i picture dallas’s background, he was definitely mistreated and misguided from an early age. i’m going to assume that he lacked any amount of parental love and affection, did not have siblings, which is why johnny becomes the little brother symbol to him, and learned how to survive and take care of himself by way of the streets.

gangs were very heavily prominent and notorious in ny during the time of the book. people were crueler and harsher and not as accepting as they are today. dallas was most likely sucked into this environment at a very, very young age. pony says he spent three years on the wild side and was arrested at age ten.

from being raised by gangs in a cold and harsh environment, dallas’s initial character was shaped and formed based on the way he was treated as a person. at ten, which is gravely young, he saw the inside of a jail, which further twisted him as an individual. jail made him cold and mean, and further hardened him beyond feeling anything except for surviving.

his life in ny was the epitome of cold and ruthless.

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.

Halloween 2016

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.