* / 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥

[jedsilva]

what, if anything, do you like to read?

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 */ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

“i have this tendency to carry around books, thinking i’ll read them but never do, so… i read. sometimes. usually only when it’s required —like street signs.”

[jedsilva]

What's the longest amount of time you've gone without being in a relationship?

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 */ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

“greeeat — i guess we’re really just going for it right away and making me feel like shit. awesome. the one actual relationship i ever had happened to basically be right in the middle of my lifetime, so whether you count it forwards or backwards, it’s still pathetic —thanks for asking.”

[jedsilva]

—04/03

[jedsilva]

[thcosawycrr]

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[jedsilva]

THEO.

THEO: or what THEO: sorry :// THEO: you don’t ever need a reason for wanting to order cake 

JED: i do know where you sleep JED: does this mean you’re buying? wow that’s so nice of you 😍

[thcosawycrr]

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[jedsilva]

THEO.

THEO: suuuuure THEO: oh if u don’t want to come on the pizza conspiracy adventure then we can’t hang out sorry :/ :/ THEO: ok what if we can order it to the apartment on like postmates or something??

JED: don’t try me JED: :/ :/// JED: ok fine. but only if we can get chocolate cake too. idk why. i just need it

[jedsilva]

@melodyalexandria

absently, jed plucked away at the strings. his faraway gaze was fixed nowhere in particular, a sure sign that his mind was somewhere extrasolar as opposed to here on earth, where he’d planted himself with a guitar, attempting to channel that rare, inspired energy into something halfway productive. for a moment, he’d nearly forgotten melody’s presence until he paused, eyes blinking back to focus and returning his attentions to his company with an uncertain smile. “it’s… a work in progress.”

[jedsilva]

@ethanlindvig​

“no, please —by all means, choose something slower,” jed remarked, his tone nothing if not playful, as further evidenced by the lopsided half-grin he offered his companion on the opposite end of the sofa. with the other’s indecisiveness over netflix selections, he’d taken to mindlessly scrolling through his notes of scrambled thoughts on his phone. “at this rate, i’ll only be 80-years-old by the time we actually get to watching anything.”

[unloststraydogs]

[jedsilva]

DECLAN.

     a lot of the time declan can’t even understand his own impulses so he really DOES get what jed is saying, probably far more than the other realized himself. “i’m not that confusing,” he mutters, lips twitching into a half-smile. it’s more of a fib than it is an outright lie so it’s delivered with confidence that perhaps jed might actually believe it, although no one with any common sense would. a lump forms in declan’s throat the moment their fingers come into contact and any attempt to swallow it down is futile. even though he gently clears his throat as if to make light of the invitation, he keeps their digits tangled together as he give jed’s hand a tug, leading him in the direction of his own apartment. “you’re acting like having a cup of tea with a friend is so suspect, jed. sometimes a bitch just feels like having tea.” his grip on jed’s fingers is released to he can retrieve his keys and let them inside once they’ve reached their final destination, the hairdresser quick to follow after ushering jed in. it’s apparent he hadn’t been expecting company given the amount of women’s clothing and shoes strewn all over the room that are immediately visible once the lights are on. “don’t mind the mess,” he hums, as if such organized chaos doesn’t affect him. it really doesn’t, of course, he’s used to it. “we were trying some new looks. obviously they didn’t work out.” with his nose crinkling, he steps over a few items on his journey to the kitchen to dig around the cupboards for the good mugs.

with a friend. jed could've burst into laughter then and there out of sheer disbelief. in fact, his efforts to stifle said laugh might not have been as successful as he’d hoped. he couldn’t help it. if anything, he stood firmly by his previous claim: declan was fucking confusing — but hey, ‘friend’ instead of ‘loathed ex’ was at least progress. never mind the fact that it was taking all of this friend’s willpower to not drag declan down to his level and into some uncoordinated kiss the second he stepped foot in the apartment. instead, jed kept to himself, even cautious and conscious of letting his gaze wander around the front room too much, as though he might appear nosy. “just some, huh?” he still didn’t refrain from teasing about the mess. trailing behind to the kitchen, he was quick to add a dose of self-deprecation for good measure. “—see, when you live in the same shirt and pair of pants day-to-day, you never have that problem.” it was announced with feigned confidence, even gesturing to himself like he was the world’s most exemplary fashion mogul. the act ultimately ended when he cracked a smile, and he resorted to leaning against the counter with his head tilted to the side, beginning to wonder if it was his utmost goal to annoy declan on some level... at this point, anything to see the other male smile, even if it was out of exasperation. “what are the chances one of those teas can erase the regret of five glasses of whiskey? —... or was it six?”

[thcosawycrr]

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[jedsilva]

THEO.

THEODORE: did the big rat scare u THEODORE: yooooooo THEODORE: but i want you to get started on the pizza THEODORE: come on let’s do some investigating jed

JED: i wasn’t scared of the rat, the rat was scared of me JED: why is it never something normal, can’t we just do something normal JED: i don’t want to be a grown adult in chuck e cheese

[jedsilva]

CLARK.

❝  I’M  NOT  …  ❞  he  didn’t  finish  his  sentence  because  he  was  s h o o k  up  about  it  .  Every  emotion  and  memory  he  had  forgotten  about  since  he  had  moved  had  resurfaced  and  every  previous  inkling  of  thinking  he  was  okay  was  now  gone  .  There  was  no rhyme  or  reason  and  he  was  left  with  this  undeniable  sinking  feeling  —  one  he  was  afraid  was  about  to  overstay  its  visit  .   Sighing  Clark  continues  on  , seeing  no  other  choice  in  the  matter  ,  ❝  Yeah  ,  we  talked  .  Probably  too  much  .  I’m  not  even  sure  what  qualifies  as  too  much  at  this  point  but  I’m  sure  it  was  .  ❞

the sudden pause prompts a silently questioning quirk of a brow, though jed doesn’t pry any further. it didn’t take great skills of deduction to realize this —the whole ex situation— has the other male completely distressed. jed couldn’t blame the guy. at the risk of sounding like a wannabe shrink, he’s careful to ask, “so... why ‘too much’? i mean— if you wanted to talk, there’s not exactly anything wrong with that.” the grin that follows is a bit less somber. “i get that it’s confusing and all that, but try not to beat yourself up about it... just talking was probably the best place to start.”

[thcosawycrr]

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[jedsilva]

( — thcosawycr‌ )

THEODORE: looking for some1 to go to chuck e cheese w me THEODORE: order a pizza THEODORE: and see if the conspiracy is true

JED: no JED: i can’t, i have bad childhood memories there  JED: and don’t even get me started on the pizza

[july-19th-club]

i NEED to sit in chairs with armrests but not for my arms only so that i can then sling my leg over them in a debonaire and extremely comfortable style 

[jedsilva]

what is your favorite resturant?

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 */ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

“i don’t exactly have a favorite restaurant. i mean, i basically live on swedish fish and tostones alone — don’t really need a restaurant for that. my favorite restaurant would just be my mom’s kitchen.”

[jedsilva]

what’s going on with you and declan?

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 */ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

“i… don’t know. not much of anything, really— except for, like, suffering. he’s so fucking confusing. sometimes it seems like we’re on the same page, but the next minute, it all gets turned on its head. so, i dunno— maybe he’s still holding something against me after all this time. i wouldn’t blame him.” @declxns

[jedsilva]

𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣 */ 🖤

— jed — isla