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✉️ holden

Salem: wanna go for a drink? I could use one

holden: I don't know uh bars aren't really my scene you know?

#t.#t.salem

NEW MESSAGE TO... HOLDEN

CAITLIN: someone told me today i look like an elf

CAITLIN: is that a compliment?

holden: uh depends

holden: is it a LOTR elf or a christmas elf?

#t.#t.caitlin

💬 probably a hipster.

remik: i see... well it's fine i didn't mean it that deep

remik: something in my house goes bump in the night

holden: ok cool

holden: do you live w anyone else?

#t.#t.remik

💬 probably a hipster.

remik: is it a heavy word???

remik: not really no. unless you know of something going on, all i have to look forward to is 2:03

holden: yea it's kind of an asshole way to describe someone who was just asking a question

holden: what happens at 2:03?

#t.#t.remik

💬 probably a hipster.

remik: it makes a difference to me why does it make a difference to you. was it really that burdensome of me

remik: what is the point exactly

holden: uh no not like that like you weren't 'burdensome' man thats a heavy word i'm sorry

holden: uhm just that it's saturday night don't you have better things to do

#t.#t.remik

💬 probably a hipster.

remik: ok but would lists on the internet have your personal touch? no. they wouldn't. this is the kind of service i'm looking for. aren't you glad i got your number

remik: what? weren't you awake already?

holden: no but they would have some other stranger's personal touch so what difference does it make

holden: i was but that's not the point

#t.#t.remik

💬 probably a hipster.

remik: so as a person who works in an actual Record Store, an iconic relic of years long past, i require your dusty expertise on something of great importance

remik: i need you to rank for me your top 10 80s dance tunes and i need you to do it really quickly

holden: 10. whip it - devo, 9. you spin me round - dead or alive, 8. wake me up before you go go - wham!, 7. papa don't preach - madonna, 6. tainted love - soft cell, 5. my prerogative - bobby brown, 4. i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston 3. girls just wanna have fun - cyndi lawper, 2. push it by salt n pepa, 1. billy jean - MJ

holden: next time just look it up there are literally lists just for this on the internet it's 1 in the morning

#t.#t.remik

💬 HOLDEN

emilie: it's okay!!! it really humanized the shrimp!

emilie: i honestly don't remember i woke up in the morning to a new contact with just the shrimp emoji as a name i've really been trying to figure it out myself

emilie: i'm looking for clues

holden: ya why is bambi the only animal that garners moral outrage

holden: though i do eat seafood so now i just feel like a hypocrite

holden: well mystery solved my name is holden and i apparently feel very strongly about cocktail shrimp

#t.#t.emilie

💬 HOLDEN

EMILIE: were you the one at veto's last night that named the cocktail shrimp and then tried to tackle a guy for “eating henry”

EMILIE: because if so i am your #1 fan

holden: yea though in retrospect i shouldn't have named someone else's shrimp order

holden: wait a second

holden: how did you get my number this is kind of weird i know this town is like 3 sqft but????

#t.#t.emilie

TEXT TO → LOU

LOU: i think i've been watching adventure time far too much

LOU: i've been humming the theme song

LOU: i'm actually 12 yrs old

holden: I know you've been watching AT too much

holden: claim responsibility and buy me earbuds

#t.#t.lou

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i love myself/i want you to love me when i feel down/i want you above me

#music.

beendying-blog

it was late, and mj had found herself on the playground, swinging as she mouthed along to the song playing in her headphones– she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t pretending she was in a music video. her stomach twisted in an uncomfortable way when she heard the crunch of feet behind her and she teared her headphones out of her ears, turning around to see who was approaching. “hello? who’s there?”

hollden

i see honey in your stare crooned into her ears through his earbuds as she walked around pretty aimlessly. how she wound up in the playground was beyond her. one of her favourite past times was to listen to music and let her feet guide her on short, pedestrian adventures and she thought nothing of it, really, until she heard a moderately distressed voice call out. holden couldn’t resist having some fun, licking over her lip-gloss stained lips before responding, “i am the ghost of christmas past, ebenezer. i’m here to show you the errors of your ways.”

#c.#c.mj

beendying-blog

his face settled into an eternal disinterested, heavy-lidded stare, he sat behind the counter at bonehill’s bowling alley. he hated to be a stereotype– the typical bored young person working behind the counter, barely putting an effort in– but he couldn’t help it. “welcome to bone hill bowling,” kian said flatly, already turning around to face the shoes behind him, before even looking at the person who’d come up to the counter. “what’s your shoe size?”

hollden

there was a dubious expression on his face as soon as he reached the counter. “do i really have to wear bowling shoes in order to participate?” he asked, sounding more resigned than anything. “i’m not saying i won’t, i’m just wondering why that is? conformist rituals make me a little uncomfortable,” he admitted, rubbing over his nose with his gloved hand. “nothing against you, dude, i know this is just your job and hey, maybe you don’t need a dumb question from a whiny teenager but unfortunately you’re the one on shift today and i don’t know how to keep my mouth shut when there’s something i wanna know.” he paused. “you know?”

#c.#c.kian

beendying-blog

lou felt feminine today. they’d donned a long wig and put on a sundress, unafraid of what people would think– bonehill wasn’t technically accepting of their gender fluidity, but they’d learned to mostly ignore lou’s strange and always shifting style and presentation. sitting on top of the dryer they had running in the laundromat, they kicked their legs and stared at the ceiling, counting the ceiling tiles. 1, 2, 3, 4… the bell rings to signify someone had entered and it made them lose count. their eyes turned down to see who’d come in. “hello.” they said happily as the person made their way through the building. “how are you today?”

hollden

“shitty,” holden said, snippy from the get go as they walked into the laundromat. they weren’t carrying any laundry, but that was they weren’t really hear for the cheap services that were kinder to their water bill, but rather for the person sat atop the dryer. it took all of minutes to cross over to them at the pace they were going at. “we have a new guy working at the store and he keeps on putting on crappy music while i go out on my breaks. you know, today i walked in on robin thicke. robin thicke!” they repeated, their voice becoming increasingly high in pitch. “robin thicke has no place in my store.” okay, so technically it was not his store, but it might as well be. they looked after the little hole-in-the-wall heaven like it was his own child. “can you believe that?”

#c.#c.lou #no gif because i'm not on my personal computer