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independent and semi-selective headcanon-driven RP blog for Piers from Pokemon Sword and Shield. read pages before interacting.

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“Gᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏsʜ ᴘɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ! Sᴘɪᴋᴇᴍᴜᴛʜ, ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ!”

independent / selective / headcanon driven Piers from Pokemon Sword & Shield. 

        yelled by gloomy. ( rules )  //  ( about )

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got a google alert this account was hacked

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Piers sucks in air through his teeth. Of course she’s the first person he has to do this for. It takes a bit of thinking, but he finally speaks up.

❝ You’re... sharp. Level-headed ‘bout things. The kinda research you’ve done’s beyond me, ‘n it seems like you’re always on top’a things somehow. Don’t doubt the league wouldn’t last a week if you weren’t keepin’ the cogs turnin’. ❞

He hesitates for the second answer, too, though it’s mostly from the effort of thinking up something more articulate than ‘that smug look you always give me’.

❝ So it’s a shame, then, that you’re puttin’ that mind ‘a yours to work for him.❞ Piers doesn’t need to elaborate on who ‘he’ is.  ❝ Maybe I’m beatin’ a dead horse here, but there’s no way you could do all’a that research on Dynamax ‘n not see how risky tappin’ into that kinda power for a flashy battling gimmick is. No way somebody smart as you couldn’t see the warnin’ signs before shit hit the fan. Maybe you weren’t involved, but I'm not sure I buy that you weren’t aware.❞

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oleasters​:

At his raised voice, the creature pauses, ears (?) upright and twitching as she watches the man dance strangely around her. She seems about as startled as he is, chattering her glass fangs in mild alarm, then lurching back with a short squeal when the bottles skid past her. The twisted panel of fencing remains clutched in her steel fingers as she gazes after them, seeming confused but intrigued.

An excruciatingly long moment passes before she moves, lumbering slowly down the street with the fence still in hand. She doesn’t manage to get very far, however, before something stops her.

“Oh… Hello, Mr. Lett.”

Of all people, Oleana stands on the other side of the Garbodor, the shattered half-bottle at her feet and a crumpled sheet of paper in hand. She seems entirely unaffected by the stench, even as the Garbodor looms close.

The Pokémon gibbers, prodding at the bottle with her other limb, and Oleana looks from her to the fence, then back at Piers.

“… Is there a problem here?”

Piers cringes at the sound of squeaking metal as the Garbodor waddles off, taking a section of the fence big enough for him to duck through with it. Figures, he was having an alright day up until now. There are already sections of the chainlink that have rusted away or otherwise been broken in, patches from a stray dodged move during a match that just haven’t gotten mended yet, but it’s not like they needed more damage around here.

Piers can admit to himself Spikemuth’s gym is a run-down mess, that he doesn’t really blame the poor eleven-year-olds who chicken out before they make it through the town just from the looks of it, but it’s his and Marnie’s run-down mess, damn it. He’s so caught up in adding the hundredth entry to the list of things that need to be fixed around here that he almost doesn’t register the very familiar figure on the other end of the street, doing a double take in the middle of his grumbling.

Oleana’s here. Why the hell’s Oleana here?  She’s never shy about showing her distaste for the place whenever she deigns to come down from Wyndon.

Great, just what he needs right now. She’ll spot the new gaping hole and call it a safety citation, or have something to say about sanitation with that giant Garbodor wandering around... That giant Garbodor that walks right up to her, and she curiously doesn’t recoil from?

He looks between the Pokemon and her, seeming to make... some connection, even though it makes no sense.

❝ Problem? Yeah, I’ve got a problem. ❞ Piers swats a hand at the newly-formed hole, jabbing his chin in their direction. ❝ That wouldn’t happen t’be a friend of yours that just walked off with a hunk ‘a my gym, would it? ❞

[darkpulse061]

// my piers is completely apathetic to valentines but the urge to subject him to Romance Holiday Festivity is so real

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// i’ve heard piers’s english voice for masters and… I’m not crazy about it to be honest! but I like it more than his twilight wings voice. it’s not terrible, mostly just sounds silly hearing an american trying to do 3 different accents at once. i do like that they’ve got the way I pictured him being pretty monotone when he’s not in his performing persona down, though.

also, his line about being Very Sad and not knowing what he’d do without his pokemon. obstagoon is the world’s scariest Emotional Support Animal, confirmed

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🥺 he has a voice line humming Marnie's theme nevermind my criticism

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// esa obstagoon reminding piers to eat/get out of bed/take his meds by... screaming and not stopping until he gets up. starts chewing through his cables if he’s been overworking himself and won’t put the guitar down. it’s dysfunctional but it works!

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// i’ve heard piers’s english voice for masters and... I’m not crazy about it to be honest! but I like it more than his twilight wings voice. it’s not terrible, mostly just sounds silly hearing an american trying to do 3 different accents at once. i do like that they’ve got the way I pictured him being pretty monotone when he’s not in his performing persona down, though.

also, his line about being Very Sad and not knowing what he’d do without his pokemon. obstagoon is the world’s scariest Emotional Support Animal, confirmed

[oleasters]

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There is a Garbodor waiting for him just outside the gym. Though Trubbish are fairly common down the alleyways of Spikemuth, its evolution is a rarer sight, and this particular example is a Garbodor among Garbodor, impressively large even for a member of her species with an oppressive stench to match.

She eyes him only briefly, blinking benignly, before returning to her business—which currently seems to involve snacking on the gym’s architecture. Merrily (and with a horrible grinding sound), she begins to tear into a battered panel of chain link fencing with her glass fangs.

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If one ends up inside the gates one way or the other, Spikemuth’s residents have learned to leave the Trubbish frequently found chewing up the city’s litter about their business. The city’s not got much in the way of proper waste management, neither the space nor the resources to facilitate a whole lot, so any help clearing the streets of litter is welcome. A sort of mutualistic arrangement, Piers supposes-- the Pokemon get a meal, and the place is a little bit less of an eyesore for it.

It’s the size of the Garbodor milling around the gym when he passes by that gives him pause. The smell’s making his eyes burn from 3 feet away, but hey, he’s not about to complain if it wants to leave less trash around for him and the gym’s trainers to worry about. He greets it with a ‘Hi’ the way he can’t help doing with most stray Pokemon, and very nearly keeps on his way before he realizes just what it is the thing’s eating.

A more urgent, ❝ Hey-- HEY.❞

Perhaps there’s some self-deprecating joke to be made about the Gym looking so run-down a Garbodor has mistaken it for trash, but Piers is too startled to make it. God, he really does not want to touch it or get much closer, semi-circling it with a bit of panicked sputtering. Finally, he spots a couple of broken bottles, giving them a kick to hopefully get the Garbodor’s attention.

❝ C’mon, knock it off! We’ve got plenty’a actual trash to go around! ❞

[dragontamer]

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"It's not, you're right on that." He admits easily, and with a flick of his fingers the two strings sail back into his fingers, rubbing the steel together before pulling back. Once his hand is removed, the string stays together, red heat slowly dissipating until all that's visible of the damage is a slight discolor in the string.

Perhaps the rowdiness is what drew him, or the fact that everyone in this slummy tavern was too wasted to pay him any mind... Or believe a word that leaves his lips when he speaks of his kind. In a big city, it is far more difficult to remain hidden, too many curious eyes drawn to his towering height, pulled in by vibrant teal iris's. Or... Perhaps it is a side effect of the magic that can be felt rippling off his skin (if one could call it that given it is nothing but an illusion,) luring in those with an affinity in beliefs that he is a wizard of some sort, someone that can guide them.

Though he could, he certainly wouldn't.

With a blink, his features appear to be normal once more, though even like this if one looked closely they would see that some things are still not quite correct, his pupils for one and sharpened canines. Though he is powerful, there is only so much he can do... Considering that he's working with, this disguise was quite impressive.

"However... I don't see how it is the business of a simple bard what I'm doing here." There a short lapse in conversation as he takes a sip of the ale, eyeing the lute as well as its owner curiously. What purpose did the other man serve in this bar? Surely not purely entertainment based on what little amount resides in the tip jar in front of him.

"Are you not supposed to be playing music? Or do you reside in this bar to harass paying customers? I've fixed your instrument, show me what you can do minstrel." His eyes flash in challenge like a gemstone of aquamarine under sunlight, curiosity peaked. After all, Raihan can tell the other believed he is... Something, though perhaps not what he claims (though it is the truth,) and yet he still puts up a fuss. It's not often that another sees even a fraction of what he can do and still chooses to oppose him. "I wonder if you know anything about me."

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There was a brief hush in the bar, a few eyes turning at the sound of the snapped strings, but the ambient chatter returns once the other patrons figure there isn't a fight to watch break loose. No other witnesses to the next feat this person performs, only Piers watching as the steel mends itself impossibly between his fingers.

Even if the damage has been fixed, only the slightest difference in noise only apparent to the ear of a musician when he gives it a testing pluck, Piers still looks annoyed about having his instrument damaged.

Saying Piers is just a simple bard might be as apt as saying this person is just a human, though he conceals himself more in subduing his own magic than a change of appearance. Maybe his affinity for magic might be easy to read from just a look, if one happened to take a second glance at him (and most don't, which is fine in his book). He's got that air casters tend to have about them, some dark glint in his eyes even if they're half-lidded and bored. But if he wants to play coy with his true identity, Piers can do the same.

Maybe it's a bit of intimidation, maybe it's the annoyance of having his skill questioned, but Piers answers the challenge to resume playing, fingers nimbly plucking the melody he'd stopped earlier. His eyes remain on Raihan while he plays, giving him a curious once-over. ❝ If you're what you claim t'be--❞ (though he's still putting on a tone of indifference that suggests otherwise, he doubts it less and less) ❝ I know only what I've read in books or heard in stories. You'd be the first I've ever seen up close, though I haven't the slightest why you'd waste your time here of all places. We've got nothin' of interest to a dragon. Doubt you'll find any prizes for your hoard, if that's what your you're after. ❞

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[dragontamer]

“If you’re really a dragon, prove it.”

Fact or fiction?

The request (demand?) is almost a shock to the other man, piercing teal eyes snapping over to meet the less than impressed face of his company. He’d almost have asked if he were joking, but one glance was enough for him to know it was no joke.

“I simply would not fit in this room, so I can not show my true form... Fully.” He stands then, and in two steps he’s already crossed the room to where the musician was sitting, an instrument in hand. Maybe it’s the apathetic way he continues to play it, looking at him in such a disbelieving manner that has him reaching out, smooth skin seeming to ripple and shift from a dull to deep blue. The soft impression of scales appears in neat rows, not fully formed, manicured nails elongating and sharpening, growing thicker by the moment. with one taloned finger, he plucks a string, and like a knife through hot butter, it snaps with a loud twang.

He’s grinning in a very self-satisfied way,  sharp canines only seeming sharper and longer than before. When his eyes lift from the coiling steel, his pupils are narrow and hair-like, iris extending well into the sclera. Even his face appears to be more angular than it had only moments before, though perhaps that were from the otherworldly glow emanating from his eyes.

“Enough proof?”

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Playing music in a shoddy tavern for spare change didn’t have very many upsides, not much to make singing for people too inebriated to listen every night bearable. When they’re not sloppy drunk, or getting into fights, or (god forbid) trying to strike up a conversation with Piers himself, at least the overheard conversations of the patrons are sometimes entertaining.  Sometimes it’s a green adventurer painting themselves as a vicious experienced fighter, boasting how many have fallen at the point of their blade, as if anyone with an eye for it couldn’t tell otherwise.

Sometimes, like the tall fellow at the other end of the room, they get more creative with their tall tales. A dragon, an honest to gods dragon deigning to put on a human appearance to small talk with humans in a Spikemuth bar with shitty service, yeah right. Piers can’t help but pipe up with disbelief, the brow not hidden under his bangs quirked in challenge.

If you’re really a dragon, prove it.

Here is usually where the person goes quiet and embarrassed, or sputters with some poorly cobbled excuse. But this stranger is getting up, and coming over, and before Piers can really process it his lute is down to four strings. Piers’s brain helpfully provides the image of that razor tipped claw slicing across his own neck and not just his instrument’s. Even if he’s not a dragon, he’s certainly... something inhuman, or at least has the grasp on magic to appear that way. It must be the latter, Piers decides, and the last thing Spikemuth needs is more trouble. He meets the stranger’s eyes with more suspicion, his previous deadpan replaced after only a brief falter.

❝ And what business has a real dragon got spending his time in the slums? Our ale ain’t nowhere near that good. ❞

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3- Do they have a nickname? What’s the meaning behind it?

4- Do they have a false name? Why? Does it have any meaning?

5- How old are they? How old do they appear?

6- What is their eye color? Do they have to use glasses or contacts? How good/bad is their vision?

7- What is their weight/height? What kind of body type/build do they have?

8- What is their skin tone/type? If they have fur, how long is it? Does it have any markings or patterns?

9- Do they have any distinguishing marks?

10- What are their prominent features?

11- How attractive are they to others?

12- Are they healthy? If no, why not?

13- What’s their favorite color? Why?

14- What’s their least favorite color? Why?

15- What’s their favorite music? Why?

16- What kind of food do they like or have to eat?

17- What kind of books do they like to read?

18- How do they get around?

19- Are they a daredevil or more cautious?

20- How do they handle being alone?

21- Name any good habits they have

22- Name any bad habits they have

23- What are their favorite hobbies or pastimes?

24- How would they like to spend a rainy day? A sunny day?

25- Where do they come from? What is their culture? Any traditions or things of that sort in their hometown?

26- List out their immediate family. How good is their relationship with them?

27- Are they diurnal or nocturnal? Early bird or night owl?

28- What are they afraid of? What are they not afraid of?

29- What are their goals? How are they going to achieve those goals?

30- Are there any obstacles that might get in the way of their goals?

31- How well known are they among the common folk? Is it for a good reason?

32- Do they hold any secrets? What are they?

33- When confronted with danger, how would they react?

34- What is their species? Describe their species and their features

35- What is their basic story?

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i'll designate you ____ to lovers

Allies to lovers

what starts off as a partnership by obligation turns into one by choice. maybe you don't think of them that way at first, but after you realize that you two work incredibly well together, the feelings just... fall into place. of course it's only natural that they should remain by your side. of course you would take risks to keep them safe, and they would do the same for you. you can't imagine facing something without them now. it's like they were always there. what's more, the bond you've forged over the years is doubly strong for having made the sharing of mental and emotional states necessary. you've stuck with each other through the stress, the breakdowns, but also the victories, the laughs, the brief moments of frivolity. now those things come naturally. you know nobody more intimately. you are able to take care of each other. you can probably make it through anything. you have so far, at least, even if there were some losses along the way.

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‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep.  ’ ‘  omg here goes your lil crybaby ass.  ’ ‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up.  ’ ‘  don’t start buddy. don’t you dare.  ’ ‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’ ‘  not to vent, but: fuck.  ’ ‘  the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to.  ’ ‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot.  ’ ‘  sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful.  ’ ‘  i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again.  ’ ‘  shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot.  ’ ‘  it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed.  ’ ‘  i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out.  ’ ‘  i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle.  ’ ‘  i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water.  ’ ‘  i don’t have enough black clothes.  ’ ‘  sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired.  ’ ‘  i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me.  ’ ‘  me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly.  ’ ‘  i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous.  ’ ‘  the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed.  ’ ‘  i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired.  ’ ‘  i always look sleep deprived. is that hot?  ’ ‘  just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough.  ’ ‘  my heart is a soft and sensitive mess.  ’ ‘  all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities.  ’ ‘  honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring.  ’ ‘  hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection.  ’ ‘  now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.  ’ ‘  i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old.  ’ ‘  my new years resolution is to stop.  ’ ‘  i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way.  ’ ‘  i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened.  ’ ‘  i know i’m cute, but you can remind me.  ’ ‘  hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me????  ’ ‘  i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever.  ’ ‘  me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me.  ’ ‘  girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?  ’ ‘  anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact.  ’ ‘  today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss.  ’ ‘  going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds.  ’ ‘  everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed.  ’ ‘  i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated.  ’ ‘  hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes?  ’ ‘  i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like  ’ ‘  i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible.  ’ ‘  remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED.  ’ ‘  why did we just accept catdog?  ’ ‘  my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong.  ’ ‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’ ‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’ ‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’ ‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’ ‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’ ‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’ ‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’ ‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’ ‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’ ‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’ ‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’ ‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’ ‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’ ‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’ ‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’ ‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’ ‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’ ‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’ ‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’ ‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’ ‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’ ‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’ ‘  you can start again anytime!  ’ ‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’ ‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’ ‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’ ‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’ ‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’ ‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’ ‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’ ‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’ ‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’ ‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’ ‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’ ‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’ ‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’ ‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’ ‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’ ‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’ ‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’ ‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’ ‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’ ‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’ ‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’ ‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’ ‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’ ‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’ ‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’ ‘  you son of a mumford!  ’ ‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’ ‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’ ‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’ ‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’ ‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’ ‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’ ‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’ ‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’ ‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’ ‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’ ‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’ ‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’ ‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’ ‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’ ‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’ ‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’ ‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’ ‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’ ‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’ ‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’