wendybird.

& the way wendy  knew was this. one day when she was two years old, she was playing  in  a  garden,   and  she  plucked another flower and ran with it to her mot-her.   i suppose she must've looked rather delightful,    because mrs. darling put her hand to her hand to her chest & cried, oh, why can't you remain this way for ever!

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  she had always been the careful one.   intrepid, careful, and so  very  aware   of her movements  and  her    words;   not because neena was awkward or   afraid  of  what  she  might  do,   but   because she was  cautious  of  what   she could do. could she start talking   to alissa day again, and awaken the   ache in her veins? could she bite her   tongue and smile, pretend the pining   playlist was’t still saved in her ipod?   could she study with her, aware of the   her way her fingers t w i t c h e d with   longing? YES, yes, she could.

             ” he told me, actually. said               you really helped him out. “

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        alissa blinks before she realizes just how hard she must be blushing.         oh no, oh no, OH NO.   gary talked to neena and talked to her about         being queer.  it wasn't just gary that had come out, it was her; alissa         swallowed. she flicked her eyes back and forth up neena, then back         down to her paper.   she could hear him still in her head, asking how         she had figured it out. neena, she'd whispered. neena.

        she waited for neena to say it.  to say that he said that she said that         there was no one who made her more sure than neena.  nobody.  if         he'd told, oh god, if he'd told     

                                     ❝ ... what exactly did he say? ❞

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paniisms:

≪ ♛ ≫           isaac can barely keep his eyes open, &&           he manages to notice she is wearing his           old sweater. he lifts the E D G E S of his           lips as he     attempts to think of a story.                                ❝ tell me your story. ❞

          it's much too big on her to begin with but it smells           so much like him. she's worn it to bed every night           for the two weeks without fail, picking the sleeves           and almost unravelling them.   alissa smiles at the           request.  HER story.  she'd much rather hear HIS.

                                 ❝      well, it was boring. it's always           pretty boring without you around. ❞ she bites her           lip and focuses for a moment on the wound; he's           smart to distract her, because alissa wants to tell           him off but she's got more important things now.

                                 ❝ you don't mean the whole thing,            right?   i thought you knew it already.   the whole           PRINCESS thing and all. ❞

[grumblygardensarchive]

My muse isn't going to make the night. While trying to make them comfortable, what are your last words to them?

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         she bites her lip while she writes; bad habits,          OLD habits, die hard.  alissa's nervous.   her          back is straight,  eyes staring at her paper &          trying to study. neena florez is over just as a          study partner, as a friend, but alissa blushes.

         she pulls her hair up in a bun, GLANCING at          the girl sitting on the other side of her bed. it          doesn't make sense, how long alissa waited          to talk to her again. but now neena was here          and CATCHING UP was in order.

                              ❝ did i tell you gary came out? ❞

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If I get 12 'SING' s The Mun Shall Record Themselves Singing

Suggest songs to them, and whatever they want to pick, they will sing.

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( * &. silly man ):

        ENGLISH TUTORING. alissa wasn't sure how         much carter was actually learning;   everytime         she would ask him a question,   there he'd be,         staring  with  a  goofy  half-smile on his face &         a goofy half-smile on his face.

                                 ❝ are you paying attention? ❞

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 ( * &. the boy. ):

≪ ♛ ≫         he tries to ignore the sticky copper that flows         out of his nose as he looks to alissa, her own         eyes F O C U S E D       solely on his wounds.          it’s a routine, one that alissa and isaac know         too well.      he H A T E S the bite in her tone.                 ❝ alright, fine, tell me a story. ❞

         she paused. alissa had offered but wasn't sure;          she had a million stories.  which was she supp-          osed to tell?    there's a twist in her stomach as          she questions if he really wants to hear.

                  ❝ did you     ... have one in mind? ❞

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( * the boy. ):

≪  ♛ ≫             isaac finds the bed warmer than he would have             thought and it smells faintly of the        lavender             perfume that alissa wears D A I L Y.        his lips              curl and he craves a cigarette or vodka to pass             the P A I N    his uncle felt the need to give him.             alissa’s voice is gentle across the rough waves.                   ❝ if you’d like - ❞

         she wanted to tell him to be quiet but it wouldn't          solve any problems.   she's STOIC now, focused          on the wounds,   nimble and cold fingers moving          fast because they know their way. she rolled her          eyes. she shrugged.

               ❝ it's not what i want, it's what YOU want. ❞

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( * &. the boy. )

        they've been here a million nights: he's on the guest         bed     it's his bed now. alissa wouldn't let any other         person on it     and he's bleeding and in her swallow         there was pain and pride and more pain. there is no         i promise it won't hurt. instead, alissa breathed.

                                     ❝ should i tell you a story ? ❞

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[captaavea-blog]

BACK TO life. BACK TO sense.

              BACK TO child.               BACK TO husband.

                            NO ONE LIVES IN THE WOODS.

                                        there are vows, there are ties.                                  there’re needs, there’re standards.

            ( THERE ARE SHOULDN’TS AND SHOULDS. )

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by Tomer Hanuka (detail)