smoke gets in your eyes

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leviparrish:

“we don’t do promises here.”

       “why not?”

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leviparrish:

“something like that, though he’s too stupid to know it. but no, i just haven’t met with my guy today. fin was supposed to when i took care of some other shit, but he never showed. next time.”

        “promise?”

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leviparrish:

“…we sure could. too bad there are other fiends seaport besides you.”

        “a g a i n? what the hell does he pay you for it - double - triple?”

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leviparrish:

“so….that’s why i – smoke with you.”

        “y’know, we could do other things together -- like...coke.”

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leviparrish:

“after you beg me for something. usually. sometimes. i don’t know, whatever. you’re annoying, but everyone else is worse, so…”

        “so...?”

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leviparrish:

“if that were true, you wouldn’t be so fuckin’ annoying. you almost had me, though.”

       “shut up. you’re the one who keeps getting me  s t o n e d.”

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leviparrish:

“then what am i? what are you?”

       “a, uh ... figment of your imagination.”

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( ◆ text | dahlia. )

samuel: me ! you just never give me the chance to be

samuel: we could hang out for once it'd be good

dahlia: that's a good one!!!

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text ▹ dahlia

aislinn: theres some alternate universe where this is a thing.

dahlia: let's never go there

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leviparrish:

“dude, shut the fuck up, you’re tripping me out. the squares aren’t even people.”

        “you’re not even a people.”

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( ◆ text | open. )

samuel: dahlia come onnn

samuel: i can be fun

dahlia: says who?

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leviparrish:

“but they’re reminding you how alone you are. which makes no sense when you really think about it. i think the weirdest part would be all those squares that like float into nothingness when you touch them.”

       “what if it’s actually the other way around: the squares touch you and you’re floating into nothingness? you just think it’s the squares.”

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text ▹ dahlia

aislinn: a bloody nose, maybe. a disgusting mucus nose though, i'd hope not

aislinn: god could you imagine if that was a thing

aislinn: like a totally normal accepted thing? horrifying.

dahlia: there'd be contests of whose snot is the prettiest

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leviparrish:

“fuck off. i bet you’d like it there.”

       “gladly -- i dunno. i like to be alone when i’m alone, y’know? voices might ruin the aloneness.”

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text ▹ dahlia

aislinn: hm

aislinn: i mean i guess i could be happy with that.

aislinn: i think the badassness drains out of me every time i blow my nose

dahlia: everyone knows a real badass would let it drip...

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leviparrish:

“ever just feel like you’re in that one episode of spongebob where squidward breaks the time machine and he gets lost in that nowhere place with all those squares and the people whispering ‘alone’? fuck, that episode freaked me out.”

       “pussy.”

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text ▹ open

aislinn: the common cold is kicking my ass

aislinn: what kind of badass am i if something with common is in the title

dahlia: half a badass?

dahlia: or like...1/3rd a badass if you count 'the'