tomorrow and tomorrow

ain't that what they say at the meetings for those in my wake? well i thought i was eve but i guess i'm the snake

[ellafm]

ella sun. 23. she/her. the changed.

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[ellafm]

TASK 001 –

↳ SOCIAL MEDIA

ella was never much one for social media, even before nathlia’s death - she had an instagram and a facebook, but rarely posted on either, mostly using them to keep up with her friends’ postings. she didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about social media, she just felt like it was too much effort to post things if they weren’t particularly noteworthy.

after nathlia died, the story changed. for a while she cut social media out entirely - her accounts were still up, but she stopped checking them or going online at all. after she started getting involved with her church, however, she picked up the habit again to keep up with church events, though she blocked most of her old friends from her accounts. she still is far from a social media fanatic, but she has amassed a small following of likeminded people on instagram especially as she documents her religious journey and her daily life. still, she doesn’t post often enough that it would be immediately noticed if something bad were to happen to her.

good thing that’s not gonna happen, right?

[ellafm]

ofmymuses​:

reblog & bold whichever applies to your muse !

GENERAL : THIS OR THAT

hot weather or cold weather | one - piece or two - piece bathing suits | crunchy or soft foods | scary movies or light - hearted movies | coffe or tea or neither | tattoos or piercings or neither | early mornings or late nights | fruits or vegetables | tv shows or movies | pie or cake | sunrises or sunsets | gardening or baking | busy cities or calm countrysides | ice cream or frozen yogurt | breakfast or lunch or dinner | pastel colours or dark colours | hugs or kisses or secret hand shakes | romantic love or platonic love | sweet candy or sour candy or chocolate | fresh juice or boxed juice | long sleeves or short sleeves | pancakes or waffles | social media : love it or hate it

[ellafm]

poisionousjude·:

an open starter

Jude had never been patient before. He had never been prone to extra, unneeded movement, but there had never been anything still about the man as his eyes darted around and his fingers, more often than not, seemed to be tapping out a rhythm to something only he could hear. There had been a joke, likely never one he was meant to hear, that it was the last few remaining bits of morality making a mad escape from his body before they were wiped out by everything else in him. 

He still wasn’t patient, and waiting for one of his travelling companions to make an appearance was starting to slowly drive him up the wall. Just before the tension that had coiled and wound its way along his spine burst through his mouth, Jude caught sight of a figure approaching him from the corner of his eye, and he turned to face it. They were familiar, in the way former elementary school classmates are when you meet them again in college. The scowl that crossed Jude’s face burned itself into existence. “About time. What took you so long, got lost trying to find your head, as loosely attached as it is?”

Of all the people Ella wanted to meet first on her way to the cabin, Jude was probably among the lowest on the list. She froze, not unlike a deer in headlights, when she was spotted, and regarded him for a moment. Taking in all the ways he was different - and all the ways he was painfully, unfortunately familiar. She almost turned around and walked away right then; surely no closure could be worth the ache in her heart that was sure to persist every time she saw one of her old friends.

Instead, taking a breath and stepping forward, Ella nodded at Jude. “Good to see you again, too, Jude,” she said in a soft voice, not rising to the bait she might’ve once taken. “My flight... was delayed. I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” Uncomfortably, Ella moved closer to sit down nearby, pulling her suitcase close and folding her hands together in her lap. “Er... How have you been? It’s been a long time.”

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“That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.”

— Haruki Murakami

[ellafm]

tag dump ↓

starlight >> threads

sunshine >> visage

cloudy skies >> musings

to the moon >> aesthetic

wind in the trees >> memes & asks

rainy day >> ooc

incoming storm >> pinned post