haunting &&.

We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right.

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

“i mean, if my beautiful wife is telling me that i’m prettier than her, who am i to disagree?” wife. that was a word he had never expected to be a part of his life. from as early he could remember, he’d had a distaste for marriage. he had seen it destroy the good man that was his father, heartbreak after heartbreak. his mother’s marriage was just as bad as the first. by the time he was ten, he had no faith in that of marriage, or the sanctity of it. who knew that he would find the love of his life, absolutely shitfaced, at sixteen years old? had ollie been told what his life unfolded to five years ago, he would have laughed until he had tears in his eyes. his life wasn’t built for marriage, even for a simple relationship. and he knew it had been the same thought process for that of caia, too. hell, it took him close to an entire year to finally get her to go on a simple date– who knew that five years later, he’d be happily married to someone who was only supposed to warm his bed? who knew that he would take his fate and spit in its own face? certainly not him, that’s for damn sure. he was told that he would die for somebody else, on some shit mission, because that was what his real purpose in life was. but before he’d known it, he’d given life a big fuck you and made his own path in life. one with love, support, friendship-. a healthy life. a normal one, and that’s all he wanted. a normal life with the love of his life. glancing over at caia with a warm smile, ollie pursed his lips. “i think that sounds pretty damn good, right? television, a breakfast buffet, and all you can eat shrimp? that’s pretty good for our first no-pants-saturday as the lees.” with that, he rolled caia on top of him, his hands resting comfortably along her hips. “damn, i’m pretty lucky, aren’t i?”

"you’re right,” she laughed, rolling herself into his arms, “you are pretty lucky, aren’t you? i mean what other man is married to the second most attractive person in the universe who just wants to eat tons of shrimp with them in bed whilst wearing no pants?” the two had came far. that was an understatement, the two had made leaps and bounds in comparison to their first meeting. she remembered it all as if it were yesterday, the laboured breaths shared together behind closed doors and how she would always leave as easily as she came. leaving was never an issue for caia, it was always the staying. but with ollie? oh god how leaving was so much harder. she remembered the first time that she just stayed, when she was struggling to find her shorts when a shirtless oliver in bed patted the spot next to him and said, “stay.” never had she heard anything more terrifying in her life, but never had she made a better decision than crawling back into his bed and finding solace in his arms. for once, in a very long time, everything felt silent. peaceful, almost. she felt at home as she rested in what should’ve been unfamiliar arms but they were all too welcoming and she had found herself drifting off to sleep. 

nowadays, those arms were the ones she would think about all day, those arms were the only ones that she wanted to come home to. leaning down and kissing his nose, she couldn’t help but laugh as she nuzzled her face sweetly into his neck and took in a deep breath, “i love you so much,” she whispered. it wasn’t that it was a secret, once they had figured everything out, they loved very loudly. almost as if they were making up for time that they’d lost. but this time? it was a secret, meant for just them and there was so much hidden away in that i love you that it felt amazing to release, “i love you-. you have no idea how much. thank you. for everything.” pressing a kiss to his cheek, she couldn’t help but laugh again, joy was bursting out of her as she rolled them over so that he was on top of her, “and i am very lucky as well, for what it’s worth. far too lucky. i don’t know how i got this lucky. wait, wait, wait-. get this! i got lucky by getting lucky.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

“not exactly. but i guess the whole stubborn thing was proven along with it.” crossing one leg over the other, catherine leaned back in the chair. “in fact-. it was to show you that the only way we were going to move past being strangers in this-. thing, it was going to be through respect towards one another. maybe even kindness. either way, i wasn’t going to pursue any sort of relationship with you until you treated me like a fellow human being.” a quiet sigh left catherine’s lips. it was sad for her to think about it, but this was actually an improvement from their first meeting. he was actually talking to her like a person. willing to discuss terms with her like another person, instead of just expecting her to cave into his wants. she decided that the months of silence were worth it, in this moment. however; no amount of growth from his end would prepare catherine for his first term. for rory? that was much more emotional than she had… ever expected him to be, even if it was a simple request for dinner together. however; the emotional side of him had gone just as quickly as it had come, as shown by his next term. with a small, genuine smile on her lips, catherine nodded her head. “i’ll give you both of them. in fact-. dinner twice a week, and full confidentiality in whatever you tell me, or i see you doing. in return for not drawing up a contract. if we’re going to do this, i want to do it as people, not some business contact of yours. i am your wife, after all. if you can’t at least agree to that, i’m back out. and i’ll wait until you’re ready to do this as people.”

the words kindness and respect made rory visibly cringe. he’d often attained what he wanted through brute force. he was ambitious, to say the least, and he had no issues going to whatever means necessary to acquire what he was after. brute force never worked with cath which had always made him confused. force, violence and intimidation was all that he knew. his knuckles seemed to always be stained, his mind always searching for the next target. seeing cath as a person and not a target took an adjustment period that he was still in the midst of. “i don’t really know what that means,” rory returned, "people have always kind of just been-. contracts. or an objective, i suppose. and it makes sense, it does. or at least in my world. i don’t know what happens with your-. people. but this is my reality now. your reality as well, i’d start adjusting. it’ll help you and it’ll help me.” both of them seemed to be surprising one another. for rory? this wasn’t anything new to him. she was always surprising him. when he had chosen a bride he’d expected her to be submissive, boring. and yet, cath had been quite the contrary, challenging him at every step, something he found to be almost delightful. “dinner once a week, twice may be too hard to fit in, i should think. it’s just the sad truth. i’m busy, you’re busy. we’ll do dinner once a week and if you’re desperate, we’ll do an activity every-. wednesday. it’ll look good for press and who knows? might even help us-. function. we alternate turns choosing. sound fair?” he went to his computer to begin typing up the contract but when she continued, all he could do was sigh, “fine. fine! but i’m having it written down, just so we don’t forget. i’m not a fan of he said, she said. hence, the beauty of contracts. how about?” peering around his desk, he pulled out a napkin and began scribbling on it, “is this unofficial enough for you? i’ll keep by my bedside and write up another one for you so that we never forget.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

at bristol’s statement, all he could do was chuckle and nod in agreement. if anybody was to know the validity of her statement, it would be him. where their relationship had started out as a simple-. business partners with benefits-. things had quickly spiraled out of control, and here they were, married. of all people, he could never have pictured himself married-. much less to her. orion was raised to believe that the only way to be happy in this life was to make your way to the top. no amount of friendships, love, or sex could satisfy the greedy monster his parents had instilled at him from a young age. nonetheless, when he met bristol, he saw her as a walking contract. an item that he could use here and there, only when necessary. yet, as time continued forward, and the two opened up to each other in their own twisted ways, she became more of a person. the relationship they had wouldn’t quite be what he would refer to as love, but he respected, and trusted her more than anybody else in his life. and to him? that was better than love. his partner in success, business, and life. looking up at her only cemented his thoughts, a small smile quirking at the edges of his mouth. “bristol, you should know that these documents are not things to be signed quickly. however; if you insist… they can wait until tomorrow.” with that, orion tucked the remaining pages he needed to review in a compartment of his desk he quickly locked up afterwards. “now-. to the bedroom, dear?”

a partner in crime. it was something that bristol thought she was always not destined for. she was always raised to be reliant solely on herself, she could recall a night by the fire where she sat on her father’s lap and he looked at her in the eyes and said “bristol, everyone will disappoint you one day.” from that, a myriad of lessons were born. mostly, ones that ended in her dying alone, but successful. and if she were successful? that would be enough. success had always been equated to happiness. bristol, if you are successful, you will have no need for silly things like joy. she liked to think, however, what she had with orion was the closest that she would ever get to joy. she had someone’s hand to hold, a chest to fall asleep on and a mouth that would kiss her when and where she wanted to be kissed. was that not joy? “bed, please,” she softly laughed as she rose off his lap and tugged at his hand, “bed.” she was exhausted, but her reprieve did not last long as her phone began to buzz. when she looked at the screen, she was less than pleased at the alert she received. “darling, i think we have an issue,” she squeezed her phone in her hand, her knuckles turning white as her teeth bit into her lip, “i have just been informed that our lovely friends, the deckers, are planning on making a move. goodness-. tsk, tsk, tsk,” shaking her head, she sat down once more, her hands to her temples, “no doubt this is due to jonathan’s brother and his troublesome gang of nitwits, hm? they never learn. apologies for me becoming quite frustrated, darling. these cockroaches just seem to not want to die.”

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

ryan was used to spending nights alone. despite technically sharing an apartment with the love of his life, each night, it was surprisingly empty. he was used to waking up in the morning alone, and coming home to an empty apartment. it was a rarity that he saw his girlfriend these days. despite every time she says that she’ll be home more often, it was proven to be quite the opposite every time. every time she promised to come home more often, she seemed to spend more and more time at work.

a year ago? he would have been absolutely at peace with living alone. spending time focusing on his career, climbing his way through the ranks. but no, ellie just had to go and illuminate his life in a vivid colouring he’d never seen before. more often than not, he sat around staring at open documents and thinking about her instead of the case in front of him. so, needless to say, he was shocked to see ellie walk in the door in the early evening.

“you’re home? what a rarity.” he couldn’t help the subtle bite in his tone. he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth these days. instead of speaking more on the matter, he merely took a big bite of his dinner.

“a rarity?” she repeated, laughing as she dragged her tired limbs through the door, “a rarity? oh my dearest! most dear! darling! you have such a damn way with words. don’t test me right now, ryan. i swear to god.” safe to say, ellie had mutated into something that was merely a shell of herself. guilt was a funny thing, sometimes it beat people down, but for ellie? oh how it motivated her. it drove her to the brink of insanity where she would spend her days and nights at a seat, the gears in her brain constantly moving.

guilt was a funny thing, it meant that she hadn’t been able to look at eul or jinah in the eyes for months. it meant that she would hang her head lower and lower every passing day. it meant that she rejected any sort of love that ryan had attempted to give her. who was she to deserve such a thing? a thing that she had spent so long trying to manifest into a substance, only for it to backfire on her. it was almost ironic. she had seemed to destroy all the love in her life as she attempted to create it. 

“i’m just home to get some food,” she muttered, stumbling into the kitchen and opening the fridge, the light causing her to rear back and squint, “god damnit-. was it always this bright? aish-.” sinking to the ground and leaning her head against a counter, she was shocked at how easily her body slumped into the ground, almost like it was trying to give up, “fuck’s sake-. i’ll just order take out-. i need to get a couple books.” however, when she willed herself to rise, she found that her body had other ideas, “ugh-. ryan! ryan can you come in here? i need help getting up.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

“babe. look at this article. according to the media, i’m pregnant!! congratulations to us, right?” a pout forming on her lips, jinah threw her phone across the room. even from the perspective of a normal person, jinah couldn’t help but feel a shiver of disgust spread throughout her limbs. how could people so willingly sell out their honesty for a quick buck? it was these articles that made her wish she had stayed behind the screens instead of open herself, and her husband up to the media’s critical eye. anytime they had a quick dispute in public? this just in: haneul and jinah lee are getting divorced! she had gained ten pounds over the holiday season? jinah lee: pregnant? it was difficult, to say the least.

burying herself deeper underneath the covers of their bed, jinah looked over at eul with furrowed brows. “i wish i could just tell all these magazines fuck you, but i don’t need to be painted as a crazy by them either. i just want to be…. private. like, is it too much to ask for one fucking day alone with you? like i just want to walk to the coffee shop without having a hundred photos taken of me.”

games, eul and jinah had always liked to play games. from the birth of their relationship, they were playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. as their relationship continued to develop, they regressed to normal games. monopoly or uno to fill the time. this sort of game was another time-filler. on occasion, they enjoyed to read through headlines together, laughing at the lies that people would concoct about their relationship. “calm down, sweetie,” he hushed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her temples, he continued to read through the article, laughing at the twisted tale. “this was the day that it was freezing and you were wearing six-hundred layers, of course they’re going to think you were pregnant. look at me! i think that i look pregnant.” 

when she began to pout, he couldn’t help but worry. it was true that he was used to the fame and the spotlight. he was born into it, after all. but his wife? well, she was clearly having issues adjusting and who could blame her. after time, he had learnt to block out the white noise and hone in on what was truly important. “alright well i mean-. we can brainstorm if you’d like,” he offered, “i mean we could always hire lookalikes to do something crazy that would garner a lot of attention while we sneak off. but i don’t know where we’d find someone as handsome or as beautiful to be us, right? but we could try.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

a peaceful morning for rose. wake up at seven thirty in the morning. do some yoga in the yard, go for a run through the neighbourhood. come home, take a shower, and the maids have a healthy and balanced breakfast for her. she pages through contracts and messages in between bites of her meal. for the first time in weeks, she was back in routine. however; the second she heard footsteps echoing against her hardwood floors, she knew her morning’s positive air would be shattered in the next five minutes. glancing up from her paperwork, rose swore that she could feel her heart stop for a beat. every muscle in her body locked up when her eyes locked with his.

“dominic.” was all she would utter for him. the contact they’d had since they’d chosen opposing sides was minimal. a lot of him begging her to flop on johnny and duke, and an equal amount of her dodging those pleas. however; she can’t remember the last time she saw him in person. two weeks, a month ago? time had been blending together, nonetheless. but now that he was here in person, she found herself unable to form some witty quip to throw at him.

dominic’s life seemed to always be filled with turmoil. mostly it was his fault, an accumulation of all the poor choices that he liked to make. and he did like making bad choices, as horrible as it was to say. walking on a tightrope, teetering on the edge of insane and dangerous. it had been his life for quite some time and more often than not, it paid off. then enter rose and suddenly, he felt fear. it was a strange emotion that he’d not been accustomed too since he was young when things like the bogey man scared him. now it was rose that scared him, more accurately, hurting or losing her. dominic had many possessions, ranging from bags to jackets to shoes, and yet he didn’t treasure anything more than he treasured her. after a passionate text conversation the evening before, dominic thought it was about time to bridge the gap between them. 

it had been a month of what felt like radio silence. his skin missed her touch and he had missed her company. walking into her dining room, clad in designer wear, he liked to make an entrance, he pulled up a seat next to her, bowing her head to her he took his seat, moving so he was closer to her face. “rose,” he responded, a smile on his face as his eyes flitted over her face, “you’ve missed me, haven’t you? i can see it. it’s all over your face. good, good. i’ve missed you too.” sitting back in his seat, a gentle smirk traced his lips before it turned to something more serious, “all jokes aside-. i’m happy that we’ve come to some sort of an agreement, rosie. i came here to accept. sign off, if you will. just please-. please get out of this.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

mina nods her head. “you’re absolutely right. when i’m right, i’m one hundred percent right.” with tae’s kiss, mina could feel a warmth spread throughout her body. despite being with him since their teens, every kiss, every saying of ‘i love you’ never failed to give her butterflies. leaning down to sit on his leg, mina watched his movements across the screen. “no, taetae. i do love you, but i’m also going to judge you as your fellow group member. you’re just being your worst critic again, like you normally are. if anything, it was the twins that missed their count. cut yourself some slack, okay babe? it sucks seeing you stressed out.”

taeil and mina had come far. mina, scrolling through inspo accounts on instagram as she usually did, had showed him a quote once that had stuck with him. it was something along the lines of when two trees grow together, their roots often intertwine. although he didn’t remember specifics as he was watching vines at the time, he found it very interesting and thought it related closely to them. they had held hands through every event of their life, it seemed, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. he was her side kick, she was his best friend and god, how he loved her. “when you’re right, when is the key phrase here. because mind you, i’m also super right because my super big brain just comes up with the best shit ever. apart from this clearly-.” when she attempted to defend his performance, all he could do was smile at her briefly before turning back to the monitor, “either way it doesn’t matter, babe. i’m the lead dancer so it’s all up to me.” 

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

shit. so it was anger today. hate filled rage for something jian had never wanted to do in the first place. the feelings he’d developed, the bond he’d developed with eddie was fully genuine. these nights, he couldn’t live with himself. nights were sleepless, training sessions were dull, and he barely had the ability to eat and keep himself hydrated. it was in those times that he wished he hadn’t been cursed with immortality. he couldn’t feel the pain, the damage he was doing to his body. he had to find some way to atone, or he would have to shoulder the guilt of stealing him away-. forever. but eddie wasn’t supposed to know that. he couldn’t know that, and dmitri had made it clear to him. if he was to find out anything beyond what was told to him, his fate would be worse than what it already was-. and that was hard to imagine in jian’s head. fighting the lump in his throat, jian could barely muster a meek, “i’m fine.” he glanced away, not able to keep his eyes on eddie- his own shame was staring right at him. “of-. i mean-. i can’t answer that question,” he spoke with a quiet sigh following his words. “i can’t take it back, eddie. it’s my job.” he spoke carefully, avoiding the questions he wanted desperately to answer. but the quiet threat that came directly from dmitri had a constant echo in the back of his mind. eddie certainly didn’t need any more shoved onto him-. he was barely hanging on currently. shifting his weight from one foot to the other, jian slowly crossed his arms over his chest. “eddie-.  i-. fine. don’t take my advice, eddie, but-. i just-. you don’t need to make this worse for yourself.”

"you can’t even look at me,” eddie spat, venom tracing his words as he crashed his back against the bars, a futile attempt to break out. a scream released itself from his body and it seemed to bounce around in his cage. the noise somehow said more than his words ever could. it was laced with pain, with anger, mostly regret. he wasn’t quite sure what he regretted. partially, he regretted that he wasn’t the hulk and couldn’t break through the bars and rip whoevers head off that he had to. partially, he regretted opening his heart up only for it to literally be stomped all over. partially, he regretted that jian and his story ended up like this. it wasn’t the picture that he’d painted in his head, regrettably, he had let himself paint a picture. he imagined a massive apartment, the two men in bed together after a long night and silence. silence was a luxury that eddie hadn’t been able to afford, it seemed that his heart was always yelling at his head. pleading him to give in, surrender. what was the point of playing it stubborn? but as per usual, his head was stronger and he opted to listen to it, instead twisting his heart around to something much darker, into something that fuelled the screams that didn’t let him sleep at night. “you’re a fucking coward,” eddie laughed, “look at you, fucking coward. you can’t even look at me. you can’t even fucking yell at me. yell at me, god damnit. do something other than look at me with those sad coward eyes. do your fucking job. what is it anyway? what sort of fucking employer do you have? what did you write on your fucking resume?” he laughed to himself, musing the idea of what this mysterious boss could look like, “i bet he’s like super tall and pale-. with black hair and red eyes,” smiling to himself momentarily, his face soon fell as he slumped into his cage and his voice lowered to a mutter, his words slurring together, “make this worse for myself? well fuck you i’ll make things worse for myself if i want to make things worse for myself you’re not the fucking boss of me, i’m the boss, the biggest boss.”

[dxckers-blog]

lxstkids:

micah had thought that once he downed his drink, he’d have the confidence to walk over to alice and speak to her. however; the second her warm eyes looked over at him, he stopped immediately in his tracks. along with that, he could have sworn his heart had fallen out of rhythm with the rest of his body. of course, with the actual knowledge he possessed, he knew that would be medically impossible. he’d likely be in the middle of a heart attack because-. wait. not nearly as romantic as his analogy had started out to be. his eyes scanned over her face, remembering the intricate details he had memorized all those years ago. she still had the same beauty spot just off to the right of her nose, the warm pink that spread throughout her cheeks, that little scrunch in her nose every time she curved her lips into a smile. shaking his head, micah tried his damndest to bring him back into reality, but the most he could muster at the current moment in time was a timid smile. “yeah, uh-. he-ey.” he cleared his throat. could you be any more obvious over your anxieties, mic? “my christmas is-. pretty good. i flew in late, so i only got here a couple hours ago, but… that’s my life, i guess?” he spoke, followed with a forced laugh. “what about you? i know you’re-. pretty busy too, so i would reckon you came in just a little bit ago. but that’s never really stopped you from being happy during this time of year, huh?”

alice had perhaps one too many drinks that night. she’d given herself the excuse that it was in the name of the holidays and in the name of christmas, but the truth at the heart of the matter was simple - she could not look a micah without her heart sinking to her feet. she had an overwhelming sense of guilt at the fact that the pause in the relationship, was majorly due to her. she’d chosen to press pause, despite his efforts to move forward. over the past years, she’d gained so much, she’d slowly climbed up the ladder to success and it had been a long time since she’d been able to say she was truly happy with where she was. but something felt missing, incomplete and she knew what it was. perhaps she was partly scared of making the leap, scared of the consequences that could be brought about, ultimately, scared of losing her best friend. he’d been her anchor her entire life and she wasn’t sure if she was willing to risk floating away. 

“hey,” she repeated, the exchange causing her to cringe as she veiled her lack of comfort with a tense smile, “i’ve been here for a couple days, actually. finally got my uh-. my line off the ground so-.” she paused, her brain coming to a sudden halt before she spluttered out a, “yeah-. uh-.” nodding softly, her eyes flitting from side to side, anywhere but his face. she could not look at his face, into his eyes, it’d be giving away too much, “yeah. i love christmas and the holidays, so-. they’re nicer in new york, aesthetically i uh-. mean. but like-. i don’t mind it here because everyone that i love is uh-. here. so. yeah. apart from my dog. had to leave that back in the city.” 

[dxckers-blog]

📲 flower ⇄ prince julien

julien: not to be the egotistical asshole but i guarantee ur postman is not hotter than me

julien: that was the emptiest lol i have ever typed

julien: but y'know if we don't laugh then it is just sad

lily: i don't know about that? he's a stone cold fox, hunched over back, wrinkles, grey hair, i'm so into it. i love a guy who has aged like fine wine.

lily: but hey! it's fine because our lives won't always be like this, right?

[dxckers-blog]

📲 husband ⇄ catherine

catherine: that's because i hated you

catherine: hate*

catherine: sorry

catherine: a deal indeed.

rory: oo present tense, you know how to get me where it hurts. it burns! it burns!

rory: but fine a deal, it's even in writing. the dinner is tonight, wear something lowcut even though you have a pancake chest.

[dxckers-blog]

📲 ellie ⇄ sweets

ryan: gOD FORBID THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND CARES ABOUT YOUR PHYSICAL WELL BEING

ellie: iF MY BOYFRIEND REALLY CARED ABOUT ME HE WOULD SUPPORT ME IN MY WORK VENTURES AND UNDERSTAND THAT I REALLY CARE ABOUT SOME SHIT LKAJDF

[dxckers-blog]

📲 hanuel⇄ jinah

jinah: i KNOW I NEED TO DEFLATE IT.

jinah: oh noooooo, cleaning. sometimes i forget you're the child of two of the last generation's biggest stars.

jinah: fine, then we can go to the maldives, and we can remodel the room of ur choice for the fuck of it

jinah: i can imagine the memories we can make there. a lot of beautiful ones for sure

eul: how are you going to deflate it? sitting on my head?

eul: mY FACE * * *I MEANT Y FACE

eul: anyways how could you forget that? my parents faces are literally everywhere and they're so old that they're basically in the grave

eul: never tell them i said that, they will disown me

eul: but yes let's go make some memories somewhere sunny with sand and the ocean. the paparazzi shots will be great.

[dxckers-blog]

📲 wifey ⇄ hubby

ollie: no but now i've gotta call you wifey all the time now

ollie: bABE TAE HIT HIS HEAD AGAINST THE COUNTER AND HE'S BLEEDING

ollie: does that work

ollie: fuck you mike

ollie: i love you too

caia: that means i'm going to have to call you my hubby all the time now, you've given me no option

caia: yes that did work very well especially the part where your alert for fuck you mike came up when he read it

caia: i feel like we've made a power move

[dxckers-blog]

📲 bluebear ⇄ sunshine

rey: i'm glad

rey: i've seen ollie do flips before, yes

rey: he's a showoff

blue: i am a better showoff though, right?

blue: please tell me i'm more impressive

[dxckers-blog]

📲 dominic ⇄ rose

rose: it goes both ways. if i do sacrifice this, i expect you to do the same.

dominic: well it's not smart if we both back out that's financially smart by any means. you back out and whatever i make? i'll go 50/50 with you.

[dxckers-blog]

📲 flower ⇄ prince julien

julien: no i think that's the postman. don't open it

julien: then all the nuggies are going to be for me

julien: it's sad, but this is why we gotta make jokes about it. then it's less sad lol

lily: damn well what if i want to fuck the postman i bet he's hot. super hot.

lily: never mind just checked it was a cranky old man

lily: oh my god that has to be the saddest lol i've ever heard and we're texting. we are TEXTING AND IT'S SAD!