JAMILA SHALHOUB ; XXII —— ❝ she was gentle and funny and she had a disarming curiosity and an incredible quality — of involving you in yourself. she would figure out that you had a problem and she would ask around it and you’d find yourself blurting out some private thing. ❞ rp account. // FHS Tumblr Online Counter var height = '28'; var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5330567"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+"&s=1&a=1&h=&h="+height+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");
i’m going to get to the messages in my inbox rn! sorry i couldn’t be on earlier. i had a birthday lunch today and some things to figure out, but i’m back now.
The sun had been utterly welcoming to her bare shoulders, as the warmth drifts throughout her body. Her toes dig deep in the sand beneath her, as she’s perched on a single swing. There’s no doubt that her hair is a mess. With her golden locks falling out of her signature ponytail. Though on a day like today, the young blonde doesn’t care about her appearance — nor did she care about her appearance any other day. On the flip side however, what was more pressing to her, was completing a particular goal she had in mind today — to finish reading the last chapter of her novel. With her nose buried deep in her novel, she lets her eyes wander from word to word on the page. She barely takes the time to notice the person who walks up and sits on the swing next to hers. Carelessly lifting her head from her novel, she’s convinced that in this single moment, she embodies a deer in the mist of headlights. At least that’s what her mother had always said. Opening her mouth to speak, the only word, no the only sound that escapes her lips is “Hm?”.
hi guys, i feel i like make a bunch of ooc posts but i thought i’d make one more. this post is basically a shoutout to all of you for being a lovely bunch and being welcoming!! i haven’t been in a group like this in a long time where everyone has been open with one another. on another note my activity has been lacking lately which i’d like to apologize for. i’ve had some health issues i had to sort out that was causing me stress along with some summer courses i decided that would be “fun” to take.
ily all and if i ever forget to respond to a message or don’t respond right away feel free to message me again!!
adorabowl: this girl came to swirly’s today & asked for guava ice cream which we don’t have
adorabowl: and she almost fought me & kept asking me if i was sure we didn’t have any in the back
adorabowl: like???? i goddamn live here i know we don’t
JAMILASHA: Was it ever a limited edition flavour at swirly’s?
JAMILASHA: Or, was she way over her head?
JAMILASHA: I though no one really enjoyed guava ice cream in the first place?
“ word of advice, don’t eat the relish dogs. i’m pretty sure al slipped in that special nut sauce from slice of heaven that i’ve been told to avoid. i mean, unless you’re into that. i’m a big believer in saying ‘no’ to kink-shaming. one time i hooked up with a guy that asked me to dress up as the candle from beauty and the beast and sing him ‘be our guest’ in a french accent while he, well, stuck it in from behind. he was the clock. “
“Thank you. However, I’ve never been particularly fond of…” The young blonde’s sentence trails off, as she turns her full attention to the other blonde girl beside her. There’s something that scratches at her brain to finish her sentence and to be off on her merry way. Instead, she stays and listens to what she has to say. Though, in that single moment as the topic switches to sex, she wishes she had left in that very moment. The topic of sex had always been touchy and awkward to Jamila. Even listening to other people’s sex life had made her uneasy on the inside. As she opens her mouth to speak, something she utterly regrets slips out instead, “I don’t like sex.”
“ i may have possibly seen a kid drowning a couple of minutes ago, i’m not really sure, i was busy trying to catch this psyduck. anyways that’s besides the point. so i was just about to catch this psyduck, right ? i had the pokeball ready, it was my last one keep in mind, and the fucking lifeguard blows the whistle because there’s a shark in the water. way to go asshole, i lost my psyduck because of that. ”
There’s an urge to ignore the boy in front of her. To leave the conversation behind without a single word whispered. That’s until a familiar word catches her off guard, “Psyduck.” Had he been so caught up playing Pokemon Go that he almost let a child drown or was that he simply did not care. Brushing the thought aside, she pulls out her phone and unlocks it in one swift movement. She lets the Pokemon Go application load on her phone, as she meets his gaze for a brief moment. Curiously she asks “What level are you on?”.