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Text || Evan

Diana: What do you mean it's not there? Where the hell else would it be?
Evan: It's. Not. Here.
Diana: Fuck. Does it look like the police have been there? Maybe they took it.

I hate the fucking hospital.

shanebauknight:

Don’t remember me? Met in a bar once, didn’t stay long enough to chat much though. Shane.

I meet lots of people in bars. Sorry, you don’t ring a bell.

(Source: diana-chase)

Text || Evan

Diana: Tear it to shreds. Burn it. I don't give a fuck. Just make sure the person it is addressed to never sets eyes on it.
Evan: .... It's not here.
Diana: What do you mean it's not there? Where the hell else would it be?

Text || Evan

Diana: The kind a person normally leaves when they jump off a bridge.
Evan: what the fuck am I going to do with your suicide note?
Diana: Tear it to shreds. Burn it. I don't give a fuck. Just make sure the person it is addressed to never sets eyes on it.

Text || Evan

Diana: Yes. I...left a note.
Evan: what kind of note...
Diana: The kind a person normally leaves when they jump off a bridge.

Text || Evan

Diana: A note.
Evan: A note?
Diana: Yes. I...left a note.

I hate the fucking hospital.

shanebauknight:

Kinda seems like you need it.

And who are you?

(Source: diana-chase)

I hate the fucking hospital.

Almost as much as I hate psychiatric evaluations.

Text || Evan

Diana: I left something really important at my apartment and I would appreciate if you picked it up for me...without looking it over.
Evan: ... What is it?
Diana: A note.

Text || Evan

Diana: Are you busy? I need to ask a huge favor. And I need to be able to trust you.
Evan: anything, what is it?
Diana: I left something really important at my apartment and I would appreciate if you picked it up for me...without looking it over.