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“Being human is beautiful” -Zoë Kravitz (b. December 1, 1988)
caideniphillips·:
“Well, you’re welcome to come see the burning.” Caiden said with a shrug. “Maybe a hot shower and a steak if I can get one.” This wasn’t exactly the worst job he’d done on the ranch. It was actually fairly easy, even if it did have some heavy lifting.
“I don’t know if I should be charmed or what by that invitation, but I like it nonetheless.” Brooke smiled just thinking about it. It had been a long time since she’d been to a burning or a bonfire, and even though they were just going to be burning junk it still brought up memories of happier times.
Her smile grew when he described what he thought of as a treat after all the work he’d done. “That sounds just as equally good. Though I guess that all depends on how you like your stake. Well and if whomever cooks it is a good cook.”
xavierhalder·:
“Because some people are terrible.” Xavier said with a shrug, hands going to his pockets. “Well, as long as you don’t mind.”
“I’d love to say that weren’t true, but I’ve met my fair share of horrible people. And any of those people who leave a poor defenseless animal to defend for itself is definitely horrible.” Brooke made a motion as if to hand the puppy back to Xavier. She didn’t mind the kisses, but anymore and she’d have to go wash her face.
The Moment I Knew
I remember the day we met.
I remember everything about that day.
The way my hair was falling out of the bun I had it in.
The way my feet felt as they padded along the bare floor.
They your eyes looked when they finally locked onto mine.
It was only for a second.
But it was all I needed.
Before then I thought you were small.
Which was funny because even then you were so much bigger than me.
Then I saw your eyes and I knew everything I could ever think about you was wrong.
That was the moment I knew I wanted to get to know you.
If only I knew how big of a decision that choice really was.
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keltontavarez·:
“See, you get it.” Kel said with a wave of his hand, instead of trying to say that wasn’t what he really meant. For a long time, that had been true. Partially of his own doing. It was easier to say he didn’t have time to date than it was to say that he was still stuck on Holly, and it was easier to not think about how empty the bed was when he wasn’t sleeping in it. It had led into him filling his life up until there wasn’t any room for thoughts or things he did for himself. “I’ve been away from the ranch for a long time and I’m still getting used to the idea that I can let people help me. It’s a process.”
Kel’s neck arched to the side at her comment and he decided it was time to actually sit up. This had gone from what he knew was a ridiculous pity party to something like a real conversation, which meant he actually had to act like an adult; one of his least favorite activities. “You get left, too?” He wasn’t sure about the whole coming back part, but he figured that part would be shared next. Good. Maybe he could focus on somebody else, not think about Holly for a little while. He leaned over to turn down the music.
Brooke wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or just indulging her. A perplexed look took over her face as she stated, “That you don’t want to have a life?” Because that’s basically what she had meant. That the man didn’t want to do anything outside of his kids and was therefore supplying excuses on why he couldn’t. Brooke may not know why that was, but she couldn’t blame him. It was something she could certainly relate to. In the last three years there had been plenty of times when she made excuses for not having a life. “Processes are something I can understand.” Even now she was actually trying to have a life, she still wasn’t used to it.
A sad smile took over Brooke’s face. Nothing was happy or humorous over what she was thinking, but she wasn’t sure how else to deal with the emotions inside of her. “Left is an understatement, but yeah.” She wasn’t really inclined to share, but they were commiserating and Brooke felt in that moment of anyone might be able to understand how she felt it was the dude having a pity party for one. “My fiancé was declared dead after he went missing. Only to turn up two years later, and when I went to go pick him up he was gone again. So yeah I was left.” Brooke gave a humorless laugh at the word ‘left’ and how that hardly summed up what happened.