and again i find myself
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“i guess it’s not ditching if you choose to go back after,” addison nodded. “but you’re right. and some of us needs more breaks than others from time to time. i’m not planning on showing up today - just need to be able to get the homework. which is my theory, if i’m doing well on tests and i hand in the assignments, i think a b would suffice.”
“i’m not going to lie to you, i’m one-hundred percent planning on returning after first period ends. what can i say, i’m predictable. “ savannah shrugged. ”my homework is always up for grabs for you, addi. as long as you know the material, that’s all that matters.”
[ deleted at 7:49pm ] : my mom found an old picture of the three of us with ice cream all over our faces and we looked so happy[ deleted at 7:50pm ] : im sorry i left
send ❤ for an i fucking love you text
[ delivered at 4:23am ] : i know we grew apart but[ delivered at 4:24am ] : you’re so good and i’m always going to love you aisha [ delivered at 4:26am ] : i really only want happiness you
send ✔ for a yes of course you fucking can text
[ delivered at 4:48pm ] : of course you can!! i have a few different ones you can have tbh[ delivered at 4:49pm ] : just let me know when you need to come get it so i can find them!!
send ✂ for a fucking lying text
[ delivered at 7:10pm ] : no sorry i can’t [ delivered at 7:11pm ] : i have to work until midnight[ delivered at 7:11pm ] : i got called in as soon as school let out :/
send ►for a fucking wrong person text
[ delivered at 10:10pm ] : lmao why would i set you up w her?? you’re just going to fuck her and leave her hanging, leave me alone[ delivered at 10:11pm ] : that wasn’t for you
[ delivered at 3:35pm ] : wtf im not telling her that theo[ delivered at 3:36pm ] : get your ass to practice [ delivered at 3:36pm ] : jfc just switch watergirls
► for a fucking wrong person text
[ delivered at 12:35am ] : are you still coming over??[ delivered at 12:38am ] : no you’re not that was supposed to go to rox
☢ for a fucking drunk text
[ delivered at 1:38am ] : why are yuo still up???[ delivered at 1:39am ] : i cant get kup to close my curtain aand your light bright as fuck
[ delivered at 12:37am ] : devon i am not at a party i’m reading halmet who do you think i am[ delivered at 12:38am ] : oops sorry r that wasnt supposed to go to you!!
☢ for a fucking drunk text
[ delivered at 11:38pm ] : help we’re out of wine[ delivered at 11:39pm ] : and we cant find anything to watch!![ delivered at 11:40pm ] : what did we do to deserve this
“if my dad thinks i’m going to his fundraising dinner tonight to just sit there and look pretty, he’s got another thing coming. i’ve got better shit to do. — like, literally anything else.”
you forget that girls ask me for certain things all the time, and if they assume further—well, that’s not on me. you know what ? you’re going to be one of those ivy girls who dates some guy who’s boring and snobby and marries chad or andrew or whatever the fuck his name is. and your life will be average and boring and not worth working your ass off for. you’re probably not even going to get the chance to actually do what you want, because your husband is a whiny, needy dick and you can’t stand not doing what people expect of you.
i’m sorry theo, i think you have me confused with the future sorority girl you were “helping” last week. still, any future i have with any guy will still be better than the lonely, bitter future that lies ahead of you. once there aren’t any other girls to boost your ego you’ll realize you’ve burned all of your bridges and ruined every chance given to you. so while i’m asleep in my vacation home with andrew or chad, you’ll still be sleeping alone wondering what you should do with your life.
i think soccer’s a great hobby for those who actually have a future in it. but hey, the more you’re on the field, the less time you have to play eenie meenie miney mo in the hallways and chose your next victim. i don’t know theo, how do you feel knowing that next year i can list this as an extra curricular on my application to yale and you’ll still be here in walnut bragging about being a soccer star to get laid ?
not that time really mattered on jagger’s internal lack-of-sobriety clock, but it was late - and when it was darker outside meant darker liquor roamed his bloodstream. he and a few rowdy friends were taking over the corner of the diner, ordering the entire menu, banging silverware on the table, bothering other guests around them - anything to disrupt the peace in what they considered fun. after a few whispers among the boys and an overall decision to clear out, an intoxicated jagger got the attention of his insider at the restaurant - savannah. “never—” he slurred towards the brunette, with a glass of beer in hand. the other boys ate the rest of the plates clean quickly and kept urging jagger to do something - until the male beside him pushed at his unsteady arm, causing the particularly full glass of alcohol to spill & explode all over sav’s attire. go, go, go, the other’s chanted as they slid from the booths to make an exit (crashing plates to the floor while doing so) and most importantly, without paying for anything. jagger couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, at sav, and walked backwards towards the door until a swift move to run after his friends caused him to fall on the wet floor.
everything happened quickly—alcohol on her uniform (meaning she has to stay up late to wash it since she had another shift immediately after school), plates crashing to the floor (but thankfully not breaking), and a damn near stampede of young boys making their way towards the door. by the time she understood the string of events, savannah turned around just in time to witness the downfall of the last boy to exit. walking over to the drunken brunette that remained on the floor. “you’re an idiot, jagger. and your friends are idiots too.” she complained, crossing her arms as she watched him slide his way back onto his feet. looking to the side, she saw her co-worker beginning to clean up the mess. “you realize, you could’ve easily went to jail for skipping out on that meal and being the last one left. pretty stupid reason to go to jail, but i guess the thrill was worth the risk or something like that.” pulling her wallet out, savannah placed enough cash to cover both the meal and the tip on the table beside her, close enough for her co-worker to see. “you’re paying me back one way or another, like it or not, jagger.”
god, sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up. like—yeah, girl in my gov class, we are definitely going to believe that obama is funneling nasa money to the kkk. what a fucking amazing opinion.
heels clicking against the sidewalk, roxanna took a long drag from the cigarette sitting between her fingers. it had to be around midnight now, which meant she was one day away from being a year older and one day away from her mother making a big fuss out of her with money they don’t have, a tradition that she’d grown to hate but didn’t have the heart to tell the woman she loved dearly because it clearly made her so happy. just like most nights, she’d been out with people she barely knew, doing things she’d probably regret in the morning but right now, she just wanted someone to talk to and distract herself from things to come. out of the corner of her eye, rox spotted the diner where her other favourite lady worked and quickly dropped her cigarette on the ground and crushed it with her shoe before running quickly over to the building. the smudged make-up in the reflection of the window were a sign of how her night had been so far but she knew sav wouldn’t judge her too much or she’d never openly do it. stepping inside, she leaned against the nearest table and smirked as the brunette came around the corner. “can’t have a sweet girl like you walking around alone after midnight now, can we?”
letting out a small laugh at the sentence as it exited the blonde’s mouth, savannah shook her head. “don’t tell me you walked all this way just to walk me home? what did i ever do to receive the girlfriend treatment tonight?” she joked, attempting to lighten whatever mood had left her makeup smeared before her arrival. reaching into her brown handbag, she quickly pulled out a wet-wipe and gave rox a warning look as she opened it. “don’t fight it!! you’re walking me home, the least i can do is make sure you look hot during it. i’m doing you a favor, really.” savannah explained, taking the wipe to rox’s face to clear the smudges that rested in random patterns. once satisfaction began to wash over her, savie looked at the girl with an approving expression, finally offering an open arm to her. “now that that’s handled, lets get out of here before they ask me to stay later.” leading herself and rox outside of the diner’s doors, savannah listened to the rhythmatic clicking of her best friend’s heels before offering an open question. “so, what have you been doing since our last wine session? anything exciting i should know about? you know i basically live vicariously through your stories.”