don't be a fucking cliché

" i've proudly remained me. even when they begged me to be softer. "

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[ohksj]

MARILYN: i made it home from my parents’ holiday nightmare

MARILYN: mass sending this so i can find someone to hang out with

[clndys]

CINDY: congrats on surviving the holiday torture CINDY: got an battle scars? CINDY: i’ll show you mine if you show me yours

[clndys]

The sun has already begun it slow slip towards the horizon when Cindy begins her trek through the streets, bathing the snow covered town in a soft golden light. The festive holiday decorations have only just been torn down, only to be replaced with new year greetings. It’s almost enough to inspire an exaggerated eyeball. She spots him instantly, resting casually against the back of the bare bones of the white gazebo. Wordlessly, Cindy slides into the vacant space next to him. Propping her foot up against the side of the gazebo, she rests her back against the structure, surveying the vast town square. The space usually teeming with noise and packed with people, young and old, all flitting from one store to the next, is surprisingly empty. The sudden spell of frigid temperatures keeping most people safety locked behind closed doors. The absence of wandering eyes makes things much easier. It’s an impossible feat - surely on par with a dangerous trek up Everest - and yet somehow despite a handful of close calls, they’ve managed to keep the details of their relationship free and clear from the routine town gossip. Pushing off the wall, she spins around to face him, her lips already tugging up at the corners. “Looks like it’s just us tonight.” ( @zandurs )

[soleilstm]

visage hidden by pages of a beloved comic book, the raven-haired girl drifts into a semi-sleeping state, barely registering the surroundings of her WORK place — luckily, boss man has left for the day and the quiet reading corner is all hers. sprawled out on the leather couch, a loud noise suddenly startling her small frame as she jumps on two legs, READY for action. “can i help —”the familiar face registers, and she sighs, sitting down again, the rapid beating of her heart loud on her ears. “can i help you?” ( @clndys​ )

[clndys]

whether at the sound of the wind whipping the door shut or the colourful language that followed, mina springs to her feet almost instantly, poised at the ready. the glossy pages that had previously served as a shield lowered to her sides, her voice bright with the ever so chipper customer service inflection. it’s only when she registers cindy’s presence does the warm tone fade. “wow. such a charming greeting.” her own voice thick with sarcasm.

[clndys]

imessage ✉️ cindy

xavier: like they’re gonna drink green juice for the rest of the year... have some self respect people

xavier: probably yes.. i gotta work on my scowl, don’t you think?

xavier: now that’s a good accomplishment i am very proud of u

xavier: can’t say the same because i, however, have been removed from a bar but i think that just added some cool points to 2018

cindy: please. once they actually taste kale juice they'll run through the streets screaming for a bacon cheeseburger

cindy: you should work on your resting bitch face

cindy: well thanks. im thinking of having a trophy made in my honour

cindy: that all depends on what you were thrown out for. the more badass, the more points i can give you

[clndys]

imessage ✉️ cindy

xavier: please if i listen to someone say they’ve started their ‘bein healthy project’ i’ll kms

xavier: it’s like we don’t even have to ask if people have resolutions they’ll make sure to let you know

xavier: i must look very welcoming

xavier: but how’s the new year treating ya so far?

cindy: i'd rather toss myself out of a window then be forced to listen to anymore health proclamations

cindy: it must be that pretty face that makes you seem so approchable

cindy: well i haven't been arrested or removed from any establishments so it's been pretty good so far

cindy: what about you?

[clndys]

imessage ✉️ open

xavier: isn’t it grand when you sit down at patsy’s and people insist on telling you their resolutions and the ‘new year new me’ bullshit 😄😄😄

xavier: it’s already the 5th. isn’t that enough to realize that shit only happens if you actually do something about it instead of babbling? and that i really don’t care about what you do with your life???

xavier: im just tryna enjoy my fucking coffee?!?

cindy: fucking right!!

cindy: everyone's out here telling me how they are going to get fit and be better human beings and shit when really they are just going to give up in two weeks because change is hard

[dailygrownish]

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Newness (2017) Directed by Drake Doremus

[lyricsgraphy]

the quiet // troye sivan

[krystal]

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[clndys]

hcrtmanns:

                               ‘  i understand that. but if i limit myself to only talking to the handful of people in town who i genuinely care about that’s going to make for a very miserable existence for me. honestly if i’m stuck to only talking to six people in town i’m probably going to end up putting them on the list of people i shouldn’t talk to and at that point i might as well just take a vow of silence. the odds on that actually happening are very slim to none. ’

“ still seems like a waste to me but whatever you wanna do. though you can’t really complain if you know what you’re getting into, can you? ”

[clndys]

marilynboswel:

her face heats up at the mention of the b. she’s newly out, although she isn’t really sure how in the closet she was in the first place, and people talking about it tends to make her rather… shy. “badass isn’t really the right word.” she admits, although it isn’t because of her sexuality that she feels differently. in her opinion, that’s just something about her that she can’t change. her emotions, on the other hand? “i’d say the ‘b’ stands for boring, or something else.” she laughs a little, playing her feelings of insignificance off as a joke. “but 2018 will be fine for me. do you have any resolutions?”

the brunette only just burst out of the closet a few short days ago, but the pride, the liberation is something cindy feels bone deep. while she has never explicitly placed a specific label on her own sexual orientation - though it’s purely out of spite, out of stubborn refusal to slap a on a label for another’s benefit - her smile can only grow with every fierce proclamation. “no, it’s the perfect word. you underestimate yourself, mar.” she shook her head vehemently, combating the almost cavalier shot at marilyn’s own character. “fuck boring. you’re not. woman are complex. you’re already automatically more interesting then any other man or straight person in this place.” cindy settled further into her chair, crossing her legs at the ankles. she waved a hand dismissively at the mention of the ever popular trend of new year resolutions. “i don’t do the whole resolution thing. not my style. i’m more of a.. go for what you want when you want it, kind of girl. what about you? big plans?”

[clndys]

hcrtmanns:

                                ‘ if i start doing that i doubt i’m going to have much in the way of conversation before i finally get the hell out of dodge. ’

“ it will cut out most of the bullshit. missing out of the daily town gossip isn’t going to put a damper on your life. besides, what’s the point if you don’t care. life’s too short for that shit. ”

[hcrtmanns-blog]

                                  ‘ i think i’m going to have to hold a seminar on the art of the little white lie because no on in this god forsaken town seems to know how to work it. for example, when i ask you how your holiday was simply to be  p o l i t e , all you need to do is say FINE. not go off on some twenty minute story about how your girlfriend left you and your toddler behind to go live in some tiny ass commune with four other people. just say fine, it’s so EASY. ’

[clndys]

“ don’t you know? small town’s mass produce nosy people who never shut up. here’s a better idea. don’t ask them at all. only ask the people who you actually care to listen to. “

[clndys]

marilynboswel :

“i do enjoy using people’s misogyny against them.” she is certain that people underestimating her just because she is a woman is exactly why she was number one in her class at yale, or that she’d even been accepted in the first place. they tended to think they didn’t have to work as hard to out-do her, but marilyn is an overachiever if there ever was one. “what have you been up to lately besides the whole feminist thing? i know that’s a constant but.. anything else? did you get snowed in at tod’s?”

“it’s one of life’s finer things.” if possible, her grin only seemed to widen at the thought. she dipped her chin in a small nod. “yeah. i survived tod’s and i managed to make it through the holidays without getting trapped under any mistletoe. both of which i consider a miracle.” with christmas only just winding down and the new year peeking above the horizon, the small town was still positively buzzing with excitement. “what about you? feeling as badass the the b in lgbtqia? ready to take on 2018?”

[pendvlums]

@clndys

           the double doors of the STATION swing inwards and the deliquent is gifted back to society, wrists red from the slap he’d received, arguably a little harder than usual, though no real lesson is learned. shoulders back, chin up, and head held high, there’s a certain  s w a g g e r  to his walk and the way in which he carries himself, akin to a RICH man, despite little funds ; it’s a big ‘ fuck you ’ to the police, if the hand gestures weren’t enough. a lean torso twists back around, away from the building, and the gruelling time spent inside becomes just a memory, distracted by the  c r i t i c a l  beauty. “ here to lecture me ? ” he surmises, popping a piece of gum between pink lips, and then continues, now with a mocking grin, “ tell me i should put all my energy into something worthwhile ? like, fucking, protesting for something dumb, like insect rights ? yeah ? ”  

[clndys]

christmas has come and gone and yet the small town of milford is still draped in lights. garland and sparkling tinsel and hundreds of hand cut paper snowflakes still smother the windows of every house and store front. the holiday spirit still very much alive despite what the number on the calendar might suggest. she’s just tipping her head back, breathing in some much needed fresh air when she sees him. he’s a stark smudge of black in an otherwise white winter wonderland, his boots leaving solid footprints in the fresh snow as he retreats from the station. “no rest for the wicked, huh?” she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat, the tip of her nose already tinted pink from the cold. his response is more then enough to inspire a roll of her dark eyes. “i’m not here for you at all.” she counters his mocking grin with something much more saccharine. “why waste your privilege on something stupid like a protest, right? mindless vandalism and property damage sounds much better. so what brand of stupid was it this time? ”