this is not a dream

"I miss the Santa Fe sun and your lips on the back of my neck." Tate Lancaster. 22. florist.

Send me ☁ for a thought my muse would have while looking at yours in the middle of class

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what's the most drugs you've done in one night?

“Enough to land me in the hospital.” The response was blunt and oversimplified, really. He couldn’t remember the details, he could only remember the aftermath and collateral damage.

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fmk: Mattie Mattie matthew

He couldn’t help but laugh at the question, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, pretty sure I only know one Mattie, but here goes…”

f: Mattie though they never made it that far

m: Matthew

k: Mattie but not the mattie he knew

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u r my bae

“W-What..? Me?” he just echoed in disbelief before laughing a little bit. “I’m, uh, I’m flattered, I guess.”

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do u send anons for the ones you get? ///ooc

oh gosh, I actually don’t... I have like 30 anons in my askbox right now, so I try to answer them when I can but I keep getting more.

but if anyone would like anons, message me! i’d be happy to spread the joy considering I have... quite a lot of anons.

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do u hide drugs in ur beard?

“Does it look like I could hide drugs in my beard?” his voice just exasperated and humored all at once. “It’s barely even a beard, it’s more like.. scruff.”

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do u do the religion thing or

Tate pulled a face at the question initially, hesitating on the fact if he wanted to even answer or not. “I mean…” he began, just staring off as the memory reel started playing. “I uh, I used to. Or, well, my family used to. Not anymore, though.”

[fendilouisprada]

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have u ever rode a steam train

Questions about stuff he did in the past had him raking his mind constantly, trying to dig through seemingly useless memories. “Uh, probably at some point,” he decided. He wouldn’t surprised be surprised if he fell asleep on one at some point, and that’s how he ended up in Washington and found himself missing the desert. “If I did, I don’t think it was ever legally though.”

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don't stoppppp dosing on those druuUUGS cause u know that u like it

Tate stared blankly forward at the question, his hands clenching ever so slightly. Somehow, he managed to mutter out, “What? Did you steal that out of Matt’s shitty lyrics?”

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where's ur meth lab at? hmu

He tensed slightly at the question. His jaw clenched, he turned away. He never… that wasn’t his forte to say the least. “You have the wrong person,” he said bluntly.

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do u write songs about ur goat face

“This may come as a surprise to you, but up until recently, I wasn’t even aware I had a goat face… so no,” he explained in a long tangent, pausing before tacking on, “Not yet. But I’ll keep it in mind just for you.”

[electrictongue]

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i think ur mom gave u too much fertilizer while raising u. no person is supposed to be this tall

“I mean,” he started, his nose crinkling as he tried to think back to the blurry image in a memory of his mother, trying to remember what exactly was there. “She could of, I probably didn’t notice,” one of his shoulders shrugging. “She probably wasn’t paying close enough attention to do that, though.”

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aND THAT WAS THE MOMENT I KNEW

The tone of the voice got his attention, and he turned, his nose crinkling slightly in disgust. “Knew what?” he echoed lamely. “Care to share?”

[low-quality-5sos]

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do u know how to twerk?

“Uh,” he started before breaking into laughter simply at the idea. “Uh, I don’t really.. I don’t really um, have a butt? ‘s pretty flat. Probably wouldn’t go all that well even if I knew how.”