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leon, 19. "bet you're s i c k of hearing me sulk and pout, had so much on my mind 'til now."

[gfoleon-blog]

Leon Accardi Moodboard ↠ (1/?)

↳ “People can say anything they want about us, they didn’t grow up with us. They didn’t have to see their mother drugged out, too intoxicated to come to baseball games, or even to see us graduate. I don’t even have a mother, Layla. She is this woman who sleeps in the house Scout and I live in. I don’t know who she is. My mother is alive somewhere else. I keep filing through girls because I’ve had a fucked up life and I’d like to live a little, because I’ve seen how fast this place can take someone’s happiness. Does that mean I have mommy issues? I mean, it shouldn’t. Scout had a hard time growing up, but she isn’t stupid, Layla. She likes to see things they way people can’t, she chooses to only recognize the innocence in life, because it can be so fucking disgusting.” 

[gfoleon-blog]

christabelle covered her nose with her hands, wincing at the scent coming from the boy. “you smell like cannabis.”

“right, that’s what i like to call the accardi redolence -- you can thank the dab i just hit before making my way here.”

[frevkinthesheets-blog]

christabelle stood at the entrance of the grocery mart with her nanay, a stack of brochures in her hands and even more on the table behind her. it was saturday, and that meant most people did their food shopping today; the perfect opportunity to reach out and touch people’s hearts. she stopped one particular passerby in their tracks and put on that smile her nanay taught her. “hello, hello. if you don’t mind, i’d like to talk about you about salvation and what jesus christ did for our sins.”

[gfoleon-blog]

“wow, i didn’t know people still did this,” leon was on his way to pick up groceries after getting this week’s paycheck, but he didn’t mind spending some time on uplifting christian humor. “tell me, what has christ done for my sins?” he smiled, taking a brochure.