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But with this view, she coulda sworn she was skywalking—floating—and maybe if the people in California could see this they’d get it. They’d stop looking up, or in, or at a mirror, and would just fucking look for once. Look without taking. Look to look. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, by the way,” Toni said, wrapping her arms around her knees as she sat. Beside her, Becca shrugged; God, she was young. Couldn’t have been more than thirteen. Younger even.
idk if anyone reads wilds fanfic anymore, but i'm at 50k+ words and i'm almost done and this is my most artsy chapter yet so you should give it a look.
Ranch au baby, we love to see it.
as always, credit to @toogayforthisbull for all the annoying editing <3



















