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I know the world's 𝒷ℴ𝓃ℯ but melt your { h e a d a c h e s } call it 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 Jesse Jacob Dyer. Twenty. Part-time barista, full-time artist.

[meme-archive]

send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

[eniigmc]

     ‘ yeah, i know i haven’t seen you in awhile either. but moved away for a bit, can you blame me, though ?? this town is not the best. anyway —– what i miss? ’

[jessedyer-blog]

“I can’t blame you at all,” he spoke, shaking his head slightly. “It’s been a while, though. It’s good you’re back. I -um- I don’t think you’ve missed a whole lot, really.”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“jesse, what is HAPPENING?” she asked, stepping closer to the male and putting her hand softly on his and pushing her fingers between his to have him let go of his shirt. while she had just shouted at him hours before, his reaction to whatever was making her NERVOUS. “jesse, talk to me.”

[jessedyer-blog]

He was positively shaking, but didn’t do anything to actually stop her from touching him. “I-- I-- don’t touch me, please,” he stammered, pulling his fingers away from hers after being frozen in place for a while. Then he started pulling at his sleeves again, with trembling hands. “Lili, leave it.”

[equilibriumisms-blog]

she quickly pulled her hand away when the other spoke up and gulped, she was glad she wasn’t the only shocked party. she wasn’t going to touch him, just grab her things that laid right passed him. “but i wasn’t –” she finally spoke up hues eyeing the dyer, “is everything alright? are YOU alright?”

[jessedyer-blog]

His eyes went from her to he things she’d been reaching for, her things, not him. He inhaled sharply, already knowing he’d turn into a mess as soon as he spoke. He took a moment, gently handed her what she’d intended to grab. “I-I’m sorry..” he just managed to choke out.

[jessedyer-blog]

“--Don’t touch me!” He’d snapped, flinching as soon as it even appeared the other would move. Jesse was pulling at his sleeves again, almost as if he was trying to rip them off, a now escalated nervous habit. He was just staring now, wide-eyed and unmoving, as if he was surprised by his own reaction.

[jessedyer-blog]

“I say it to myself all the time, still, I haven’t understood it yet.”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“are you intentionally playing stupid or were you just born this way?”

[jessedyer-blog]

"I think I was just born this way. Call me an idiot, a dumbass, whatever, it's not like I can help it or didn't already know it."

[littlcbiird-blog]

“maybe is someone says it to you enough, you’ll understand it.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“I say it to myself all the time, still, I haven’t understood it yet.”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“then you’re an idiot.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“I’ve been called that before, actually.”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“well don’t. don’t try, don’t care. in fact, don’t come near me.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“You know you saying that isn’t going to stop me from caring, right?”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“you can’t help.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“Then at least let me try. I care about you, I want you to be alright, okay?”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“big deal, i get hurt a lot; goes with the lifestyle.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“Lili, c’mon. You know I just want to help.”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“nothing, you don’t need to worry about it.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“But I do worry. You’re hurt. Nobody should be hurt, especially not you. Talk to me.”

[faiithless]

“I always really liked yellow, myself. I mostly just do pencil sketches but when I get colored pencils I tend to wear down the yellow pretty fast. Especially like a marigold yellow, you know?”

[jessedyer-blog]

“..That’s not the right kind of yellow. I mean, it might be for you, but it’s not the yellow I’m talking about. Marigold doesn’t hurt. It’s like the colour kids use to draw the sun, but you know the sun’s not that exact colour, because the sun makes your eyes hurt when you look at it. Maybe in the evening, when everything’s softer, that’s marigold. Not the right kind of yellow. It’s gotta hurt, otherwise it doesn’t mean a thing.”

[jessedyer-blog]

“People forget about yellow too often. You’ve got ugly colours like red and grey and brown and black, and people use those colours all the time, and it’s just not fair. Yellow’s too bright and it’s too obviously happy, almost painfully so, like it actually isn’t. That’s beautiful. But no, why use yellow when it’s so bright it stings? I just don’t get how people can forget about yellow--”

[littlcbiird-blog]

“shove off, they’re just bruises.” 

[jessedyer-blog]

“Lili---.. what happened?”

[trvstnobitch]

“he didn’t tell you ?? i was kidnapped with him, helped save his life. kid must be traumatized by it all that he don’t remember..” if there was one thing luke was good at, it was lying through his teeth to get himself out of anything, and how could he resist toying with holdens secret to get close to his family?

[jessedyer-blog]

“That’s-- that’s not what I asked,” Jesse spoke, frowning. He was a stuttering mess, but a skeptical one at that. “I mean, even if he had told me, it’s not like I’ve met you before, so I wouldn’t have recognised you anyway--- Can I do anything else for you apart from telling my brother you stopped by?”

[misty-reeyus]

im tired of all these askmemes being for otps tbh

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush