now here i go again

grayson turner. sometimes grace. 20. film major. barista. ... " we are all d r e a m e r s , wanting to be completely out of touch with reality "

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staygvld:

            “ i get that–- but sometimes you just need to stop thinking about it and do it. ” luis understood what she meant. he knew that a lot of things were easier said than done, but he also knew that if you just forced yourself to do it, it would all be worth it. “ i mean–- you can do whatever you want. you can focus more on college, you can find a new job, you can do something you’ve never done before and have always been to scared to do. ” he replied. “ do it all–- you just don’t want the asteroid to hit before you get the chance. ” luis added with a slight smile. “ me? i don’t do much– just write a little music here and there. ”

grace nodded slowly, trying to take all his advice in. she knew deep down, he was right, but questions continued to flood her head. “i guess i could just give it another week. start looking at other jobs...maybe,” she still seemed terribly uncertain. still, she offered a soft smile. it was clearly a fake smile, but a smile, nonetheless. “oh, that’s nice. are you in a band? or something?” 

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coinjs:

         ❛   what’d  you  wanna  do    ?          y’know,         instead  of  working  a  job  you  hate,     ❜        coin  asks,          interested.          ❛   well.          i  started.          i  did  the  one  dream,           the  big  one.          baseball.           and  in  the  end,         all  for  what    ?     ❜ 

“i-i don’t know. it’s stupid,” she mumbled, pushing her hair behind both ears. “i would think that at least you can say you did it. did something bad happen?”

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holloweycs:

it’s hard to enjoy a coffee in peace these days, sugar glistening on the periphery of black film, his neck cracking as he readies himself for the day, without a woman – or man – politely asking him this or that with a vomit-inducing smile. one of these days, jack would be found red-handed at the scene of a crime. local man stabs overly-helpful barista with butter knife used to slice his scone. it’s a deep sigh that heaves from his lungs, as if he’s conjuring every cell of patience within his body, tugging them into co-operation. “would you rather i bought my coffee elsewhere?” he utters in a bored drawl, leaning back on his chair, hands steepled in front of him. “watch your words. a false one could cause the economy to plummet. who do you think pays your wages?”

grayson grew up in your stereotypical, dishonest household. white lies were shared every night over dinner. no one actually cared how anyone’s day went. none of them wanted to be next to the other. the usual. but at the rebellious age of 13, grayson made the abrupt decision to stop lying. it wasn’t easy. despite the eight years of practice, grace never managed to master the skill of being honest, but also kind. sometimes, she zipped through the conversation like a pro. and sometimes, it just became a jumbled mess. right now was one of those very moments..  “i-i’m just doing what i think i should be doing. if one person was making a bunch of people uncomfortable, i guess it wouldn’t matter if we lost one...rather than a bunch of...others,” she spoke unsure of whether it really was the right thing to do. “i’m sorry. that might have come out wrong.”

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reecvs:

reece: i know this is pretty random reece: but this kept me awake all night last night reece: is water wet ??

grayson: no it’s not wet grayson: it’s like fire it can’t already be burned but it can burn things

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coinjs:

          ❛    life  eats  ass    ,     and  then  the  world  ends    ?    i  dunno    .    at  least  you  didn’t  find  something  you  actually  dig    ,    work  hard  for  it     ━━━     only  to  have  the  universe  be  like    ,    nuh  uh  bitch    .    here’s  the  apocalypse    ,    fuck  your  chicken  strips    .     ❜

grayson cracked a smile at the girl’s comments; she also had a point. “yeah, i guess so. i’m not really sure which one is worse. i mean, i wish i actually did do something. have you done everything you’ve ever dreamed?”

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untrustingmoon:

                   ‘   EVEN IF YOU  hate it ,  you still need to pay for whatever necessities or bills you have until it does end .   on the off chance it doesn’t ,  you’d have a lot of cleaning up to do .   i suppose you could always find a new job if you really hate the one you have ,  but it depends what you’d like to do .   what are you interested in ?   ’

“i like helping people. making them happy. unfortunately, i can’t get a degree within the span of couple of months, and it’s a little too late to be a comedian.” 

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haloleft:

      “     not really,     ”    this coming from the man who stole cat food just in case.     “     to some people it does, but what’s to say it’ll matter at all once the asteroid hits ?   if we’re not all killed on impact that is.    ”   it’s supplied rather unhelpfully, a fate he’s just come to terms with.     “    i say quit if you’re not happy,  do something you like before it all goes to shit,  y’know  ?     ”  

“i-i’m sorry...there’s a possibility we could all be killed on impact?” deep down in her brain, grayson knew there was a chance she could...well, die. but just hearing it said so nonchalantly set the poor girl into shock and confusion all over again.

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sorry for not being super active these past couple of days; school jus started and things were already a bit hectic. but if u want a personal/closed starter or want 2 plot u can like this post and i’ll probably dm u or whatever !! 

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starstvffs:

❛    because  capitalism     is  an  insidious  beast  that  requires  people  to  contribute  in  order  to  survive  .      also    –     employee  perks  are  nice  .    ❜           sipping  carefully  at  the  sugary  monstrosity  in  her  hand  ,  courtesy  of  grayson  herself  ,  she  smiles  sympathetically  .            ❛    but  if  you  do  snap  &  throw  hot  coffee  on  a  suburban  mom ,  at  least  you  won’t  live  long  enough  to  get  sued  for  it  .   ❜

“i wouldn’t do that,” grayson chuckled, wiping the counter closest by. normally, the twenty year old didn’t bother sharing much about herself; it was always about other’s and making sure they were okay. however, grace was reaching her breaking point, stepping closer and closer with every rude customer that came by. “sorry, by the way. i didn’t mean to just...tell you all my problems. or one of them.” 

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zaryacross:

“Fucking quit already. I will not waste my day coddling someone I only know as the coffee chick,” Zarya answered bluntly as she waited for the simple cup of black coffee. She tried to ignore the girl but she just kept talking. “I didn’t order conversation. Can I just get my coffee? Thanks.”

grayson hadn’t even realized the girl nearby was listening, or that she was even talking so loudly. “sorry, miss,” the blonde replied before grabbing a cup and getting it ready. as she pressed the top onto the cup, grace added, “this’ll be on the house, since...y’know.” 

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staygvld:

           “ you could always just quit– i mean, it’s like you said… why waste whatever time you have left doing something you’re not happy with. ” luis advised honestly. “ i know there are a lot of people trying to do whatever now before they regret not doing it later, as well as people trying not to change because they don’t want to make these big changes just because the world might end… but if you’re unhappy–- leave. even if the world wasn’t ending, you shouldn’t have to deal with it. ” 

“i guess it’s just easier said then done,” she mumbled. despite her wanting to finally do the things she’s always dreamed of, there was always this powerful voice in her head telling her to be realistic. even with the world possibly ending, the voice remained as strong as ever. “what would i even do? i’m not even finished college, but i guess that won’t really matter much either. what do you do,” grayson questioned. she was growig rather tired of talking about herself. 

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r-euben:

shrugging, reuben looked up from his phone, amused at the fact that this girl was, for some reason, breaking out into some kind of story. “i mean, i just wanted a drink, but…” trailing off, reu smirked, locking his phone and putting it on the bar. he leaned forward, arms folding on the recently cleaned surface. “answer me this: why am i still working at a pharmacy when we’re all gunna die soon, anyway?” 

grayson could feel her cheeks growing red at the guy’s response. she was mostly just talking out loud; completely unaware of her surrounding. thankfully, her boss or any insane customers weren’t nearby. “i guess people would rather die from the world than their bad genes,” she replied, while sorting through a pile of menus. picking the cleanest one of the bunch, grace slid the menu under reuben’s arms. 

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haloleft:

          “    —–why are you  ?    ”   he questions inquisitively,  gaze flickering to look at the other.  he doesn’t mind his job,  it’s always been a passion of his with such a wanderlust in his veins it’s an amazement he’s managed to stay in hawley this long—  even if it was chasing a ghost for longer than he’d care to admit. still, he can’t imagine having a job he hates & he’s sure to count his lucky stars for that.  “    is it like money or you figure it won’t matter ? if you don’t mind me asking,  that is.   ”

grayson gave the man a shrug before taking into consideration his questions. she always just assumed it was because of money. after all, nothing was free yet. she still had to eat and take care of herself, but she never thought it wouldn’t matter whether she quit or not. technically, it wouldn’t. “does money even really matter at this point? i thought it was my answer, but i don’t know.” 

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epiphvnies:

      “that’s a good question. why don’t you just quit?” winnie wasn’t joking, “sounds like you’re putting yourself through unnecessary torture.”

“well...it’s not quite the hunger games yet,” grace teased. “i still have to buy food and junk, so...therefore, i still have to work.”

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“remind me why i’m still spending my last couple of...months or whatever working at a job i hate,” grayson questioned before forcing a sigh through her teeth. “i mean, i don’t like being a dick, but it is so hard when people are yelling at you for their mistakes.” 

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holloweycs:

        she’s always half in a daze, straddling the picket fence of fantasy and reality, hands grasping for faraway places she can’t reach. her toes are itching through grass, hands in a crucifix either side of her head, her face tickled by the gentle heat of a waning sun. “sometimes i feel so intimately connected to everyone, that i forget where my body ends and someone else’s begins,” stevie muses, dreamlike, a soft breath leaving her lips as she opens her eyes to a dizzying array of colour. “let me suck your finger. then we’ll be connected. it’ll feel like heaven. like dying.”

“it’s like i understand you, but i also don’t understand you...at the same time,” grayson teased, sitting nearby. “also, i’m gonna have to turn you down on that one.” instantly after she spoke, grace laid her upper half down on the soft grass. her arms folded under her bunches of blonde locks; her leg crossed over the other.

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holloweycs:

                 coffee shops are becoming increasingly crowded. with the end of the world approaching, it’s surprising to say the least ; give people a death sentence, and still, all they’ll want is a coffee. he’s simply trying to read the iliad in piece, until another corporate coffee sipper drops into the seat beside him, attempting to exchange pleasantries. he doesn’t want small talk, he wants to be left alone.

 “a man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch,” jack begins, eyes on his companion, part of him determined to make them leave, before the person he was actually waiting for gets here. “the body rots. melts into slime. flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. and then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. and the family eat the girl.”

it was already proving to be busier day than before for poor grayson turner. her cheeks bright red from having to balance so many orders and the wind slipping through the front door every few seconds. she spent most of the day collecting empty coffee mugs. it was reaching to be her 5th time on "cleaning duty" that day when she overheard a strange conversation nearby her. pushing her hair behind her ear, grace listened closely. she internally debated on whether she should say something 

let’s just say grace didn’t realize how close he actually was, and quickly stumbled her way into a proper stance. shit. still, she had to remain composure. it didn’t matter how red her cheeks were or her bumbling feet. “hi, sir. i don’t think you should be saying that in here.”