counting days

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[inkxlings]

‘eyy! i am finally back after an unplanned, p brief hiatus, and as is, i don’t have a lot of threads going (i feel like that’s kind of a given tho), so like this post for a starter, or inbox to plot !!

[inkxlings]

writing this post to apologize for my very inconsistent activity as of late; i’ve had a lot going on in my personal life lately that’s been preventing me from being on here as much as i’d like to be, and /basically/ take this post as a warning that my activity will probably continue to be spotty for the following week or so.

[groupieismsarchive-blog]

     ❝ Okay, that is a very negative mindset. I          can feel my entire self getting sadder ❞ 

[inkxlings]

  "Really? Because, I'd say self-deceit is much more negative.    Pretty unhealthy, too, according to the studies.”

[cverture-a]

“Okay, so Cassandra’s Dream may not have been the finest piece of work, it may not even be close – but I can name at least three of the actors or actresses in that film who have done projects since. Not everyone starts out with Oscar Winning pictures, some people have to have a few terrible films out there before their real chance comes by; and if I have to kiss a few frogs, so be it.” 

It was clear that she meant her words; that she dreaded  even the thought of failing – of having to move back to her hometown, back in with her parents because she wasn’t able to make anything of herself. She simply refused.

[inkxlings]

At this point, agreeing seems more sensible than arguing; she’s made it clear she really means what she’s saying, and he’s not about to beat a dead horse by repeating the less than favorable things he’s already said about Allen and the quality of his more recent artistic endeavors, especially now that Cassandra's Dream—which he considers a monstrosity of a film, one not worth discussing further—has been brought up. 

"Well——if you’re really planning on it, you should make sure they don't have chytrid or something first." Of course, this is his idea of some sort of friendly remark, made half in jest and half in lighthearted reassurance.

[groupieismsarchive-blog]

      ❝ Oh, come on. Why are you always so pessimistic           about everything. It’s depressing. ❞

[inkxlings]

"It's only depressing  because reality is depressing."

[tanya-nicole]

While money can’t buy happiness, it certainly lets you choose your own form of misery.

Groucho Marx (via tanya-nicole)

[svdbcy-archive-blog]

“Yeah, well, it’s a free country- at least I’m doing it discreetly, right?” He finishes up, the sound of the zipper ringing out. “’Least I didn’t piss on your shoes.”

[inkxlings]

"I think it might be illegal, actually——public urination, that is,” the zipping sound comes as a big relief to Darren, and he returns eye contact with a grimace. “But, like you said, at least you didn’t piss on my shoes.”

[viola-goes-to-hollywood]

A Woman of Paris: A Drama of Fate, Charlie Chaplin, 1923

[x0void-deactivated20160201]

“Alright, not gonna lie, but you look like a man that knows his stuff.” 

      ➤ Yes, this was a random encounter within the wine aisle of a grocery store, but that wasn’t the point. Tyrell was on a mission from god right now, it is do or die time. 

“Now which one of these wines do you think would impress a chick so much that she thinks I’m like super classy.” 

Granted he has no idea which wine is for what occasion, they all looked the same to him.

 “ ‘Cause I know for a fact that there is a type of wine that’s cheap, but still makes you look like a gentlemen in front of the ladies.” 

He still resembled that of a homeless man, since his attire is nothing but baggy fabrics upon fabrics; so playing the part of a gentlemen, within the clothing line, was out the window. That could be the reason he’s trying to make it up by buying wine. Though Tyrell just loves to be comfortable and right now doesn’t change that fact. 

“I was thinking of this one right here…Some Pink Moscato or how about…Pinot Noir?” 

The blond looks so out of it right now, with his whole outfit and absent knowledge  on wine, Tyrell looked close to a babbling idiot. What an embarrassing first way to meet someone. 

[inkxlings]

The sudden sound of an unfamiliar voice, speaking words seemingly aimed at him, was more than enough to catch Darren’s attention, the unexpected always garnering immediate reactions from him. Still, he’s at loss for words for a minute or two, an internal battle of “should I ignore this guy, keep to myself, keep browsing quietly?” vs. the oh-so tempting urge to respond. Had he known beforehand that the wine aisle of the grocery store, the one with a run-down exterior located in the quiet part of town, was now the kind of place where strangers were apt to approach and begin questioning you, asking how they could impress women with common wine labels, Darren probably would have stayed far away.

“Spottswoode makes an excellent Cabernet Sauvignon, but,” a quick look over the man’s attire confirms his suspicions, “I have a hunch you won’t be able to afford it, so . . . why not go with La Crema’s Pinot Noir? It’s sort of a go-to for a ‘classy’, affordable grocery store wine.”

[stubborc-deactivated20161211]

    “   because you know what she looks like, I bet.”     She enjoyed placing in the last word, but she knew     he wasn’t fazed by it anyway. “Dunno how you keep     sane all day. We’ve got a bet in the office for when you     finally lose your mind. I said give it a good three weeks.”

[inkxlings]

"Don't need to—seaweed green doesn’t look good on anyone, especially not on someone who’s approaching their fiftieth.” The office bet he was just now being made aware of— joke or not—might have surprised him a few years ago, when he had just started his job, but at this point many uneventful work hours were spent making similar wagers with himself, perhaps standing testimony that his sanity, or at least his peace of mind, really was a thing of the past. “You might want to tell them they’re about three years too late—I probably lost it when I agreed to write the goddamn column.”

[svdbcy-archive-blog]

“Fuck? Fuck no man- what, can’t a guy piss in an alley in piece? Shit. Fuck the fuck off.”

[inkxlings]

"I think most would say no,” he’s trying really hard not to stare as he speaks, eyes tilted towards the ground, “but, I’m guessing you don’t really care.”

[inkxlings]

[ @groupieisms liked for a starter ]

“Well, this has certainly turned out to be a letdown.”

[inkxlings]

[ @trashindies liked for a starter ]

“——Jesus Christ, don’t you have any shame?”

[inkxlings]

{ i’m about to work on some replies so  like this post for a starter, or inbox me to plot !!! }

[twxsilhouettes-deactivated20200]

‘Google wouldn’t be able to tell you.’ At that, she gives him a look that could only be described as dirty; the snide air in his tone, intentional or otherwise, reminded her of far too many grad students who tried to woo her with academic jargon she was sure they themselves didn’t fully understand.

“I suggest checkin’ anyway, ’cause it sounds like y’got something stuck up there…”

[inkxlings]

The glare shot ( directly ) at him is completely lost on him, as well as her sudden change in demeanor. To him, nothing he’s said thus far has been out of line or at all inappropriate, perhaps blunt at the very most, and he doesn’t catch her clearly demonstrated offense until she’s actually stated it, by way of a retaliative quip directed at him. 

“Yeah, and I’m sure you’d know all about that.”

[illbehappywhenimdead-deactivate]

[stubborc-deactivated20161211]

    “Don’t you sometimes think your advice’s are a bunch of eh’s?      I mean reading them and taking in the advice is one thing,     but you look like you’d rather be elsewhere staring at the     wall than writing with meaning. But hey, I enjoyed     reading this weeks column. Who would’ve     thought you could write a convincing     response to a mum wanting to     change her hairstyle… really. ”

[inkxlings]

   A shrug is made in place of    verbal exchange; he could argue    with her, but why bother if he agreed    with just about everything being said?

   “The look she wanted to go for just didn’t    seem . . . like it would work for her, you know?”    He is, of course, ignoring everything else being    said, tone dry, on the cusp of being bitter.