[text]: we can meet up to talk about things, sure anything you want
[ TEXT ]: Anything? My, my it’s quite about time you know… Someone has been missing daddy after all. I thought you didn’t want to be gone boy?
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[text]: we can meet up to talk about things, sure anything you want
[ TEXT ]: Anything? My, my it’s quite about time you know… Someone has been missing daddy after all. I thought you didn’t want to be gone boy?
…& i can’t help but feel like i’m SUFFOCATING in all of my awful A W F U L mistakes.
[text]: did u kno the baby urinates inside u at this stage????? [text]: and it has fingerprints??????? wtFF
Fingers hesitant, held breaths away from the tell tale keys that ever seemed to beat louder and louder. She heard it in her sleep; the echoes distilled among her delicate ribcage of fractures, heavy in a visceral attack of wills that she always seemed to lose to. Too much, too late; the words drowned the oxygen within her lungs–causing her to gasp at times that she couldn’t expect, even when expecting–left with an insatiable craving. To keep. To be. So yet again she continued forward; destruction promised and built upon the house of cards.
[ TEXT ]: Life is all a stage is it not? Aren’t we all just just babies urinating somewhere… W-Wait fingerprints? It could already be a criminal heavens heathen we have much to do, we’re ever so late and it’s not even the due date!
text: do u need anything? like craving anything? i read pregnant people crave whatever and i could get it if u want. or i could brink a movie? a book? idk
[ TEXT ]: Need? Anything? Whatever, my my Eggie V that’s awfully considerate. Though this and that might be the best to combat? I’d suggest coming over immediately to figure this situation out though. Knowing is quite the ideal after all! And of course there are a few things I know I crave…
I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real.
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The World is Ours ;; Open
Christmas was over and Harley was slowly changing everything in her room back into it’s natural state of being, Halloween decorations everywhere. Her speakers were blaring Christmas music, so she didn’t notice when someone had entered her room.
This corner and that corner and all corners seemed to be quite so ever 90 degrees, often leading a frantic Kali to keep turning them in hopes of some amusement. Upon happening across a familiar open door she waltzed in, thoroughly distressed when Harley didn’t turn to see her. Pouting loudly she let out a squeak and rushed to her bed, careful to not jiggle about too much. After all, apparently babies were not meant to be actual milkshakes. “It’s quite about time that’s this place has been turned into something more appropriate. Though I imagine the inappropriate is just beneath the bedcovers if you wish...”
❛ i’ll be really happy once it’s 2016 & there’s no more parties until like … easter. ❜
“That would ever make so much sense since you know...You’re into rabbits and all that sort. I heard the Easter Bunny has quite the package! Ready to deliver?”
Sitting up from her spot on the central lawn, hunched over her history textbook and an old flannel picnic blanket, Maya sighed and closed her eyes. “Sometimes, I take a bite out of my apple and think: choosing this one for a meal was the worst decision I have ever made in my life.” Her hands, attached to bent wrists and sweater-covered elbows resting precariously over the pages describing the Venetian bridge wars, lifted to rub gently at her taxed eyelids. She was not going to give the napkin covered apple core sitting by her knee the satisfaction of looking at it. It had betrayed her. “Other times, its fine, I finish the damn apple, and five minutes later I register the disappointment in my stomach. Maybe not disappointment…hunger. That’s what I’m feeling.”
Sunny days and all was unwell... It was quite the pickle and from the views of it others were ready to feast. As Kali searched around the halls of the school many did not appreciate her presence in the ways she wanted to be; sure there were a view over-the-clothes-touching encounters and a plethora of eye rolling and confused looks, but that was never quite enough. There needed to be something more. So off she bounced about singing a rather loud tune twirling in circles. Spinning so out of control Kali precariously landed among a few books, hearing a rather unimpressed reply. “Choices often travel to and back, it’s often what we lack. Though I suppose you can always take it back. Regrets are not quite as sexy as you might be without them.” Ripping the corner out of Maya’s book Kali made a small paper airplane before giggling. “Maye it’s something else that you’re feeling... After all you don’t sound so sure.”
How much water is contained in different beverages? Is it like the base for most drinks? I guess it depends. The reason I ask is ‘cause I go an unnatural amount of time without gulping down a bottle or two. Of water that is. But I indulge in other soft drinks. This isn’t a particularly healthy lifestyle, I’ll say. I really don’t like sour cream though.
Water? Oh how perfectly wet it is! I never did take you as one of those. It’s never quite been my friend though... On several accounts it’s tried to kill me! Those ever useless showers can’t even do it right! If you wish to have daily hydration without the obvious h2o though I’d much more suggest the lovely things flowing in your veins. After all for every 2.7ish litres about 92% of it is waterlike. After all that’s why vampires do vampiring. It’s just to be healthy and happy. Options darling, options!
Ricky felt arms wrap around him and yelped a little, turning slightly to see Kali. “Hey K.” He smiled with a small laugh, pinching her cheeks lightly.
That slight smile and poke were all the encouragement she needed from her Wonderland peer. A gentle giggle released as she slinked off of his back--the feeling of bodies against bodies something that was altogether not unfamiliar. This was different though; this was comfort. “Hey? How ever so simple... Have you been losing your manners sweetheart? I would’ve thought you’d offer at least a mouse or tea before grass... We don’t even regularly eat grass... I suppose though for you I would.” Emphasizing the last bit she reciprocated his gesture with tapping her finger against his nose quickly. It was more feline after all.
“I- Well I hadn’t planned on having any tea cakes this week-… No I- I believe you’re not blind-” Clarissa stammered a bit as the girl talked quite fast and sure of herself. “You mean really truly awful-… I’m confused.”
Now, now that’s certainly not the right frame of mind deary... There are ever so many things to be sacrificed, though tea cakes are certainly not one! [A wide grin was spread across Kali’s face, the flustered nature of the other nothing too surprising to her. It was one thing that never faded for Kali despite the fact that she despised repetition.] I mean what I mean and I’ve seen what I’ve seen but have I been what I’ve been? Why hello there!!! I’ve must’ve met ever so many of your siblings.
I–I do not know where or why you use that tongue nor does what you’re saying make much sense, but I bid you please, stop.
Because it is unbecoming because you are now human, Kali. And women should always be respectful and hold their tongues not use them for evil and nasty things such as those! I dare say not! I do not need to learn those things!
Why there are multiple reasons for using a tongue which include the things I spoke of before. It’s also good for chopping. Ever so tend it is... Sense are often the pieces left behind, no one ever truly holds onto them. Dropped in the gutter it is. Oh an auction? Well I suppose we’ll have to see who the winner is...
But I’ve already become! What is the worry about all of that if the deed has not been done. Hold it you say? My how unsanitary... Unless of course that’s a kink of yours. Are you calling body parts evil and nasty? How unrevolutionary Faithless... This is no game of truth or dare or dare and truth. Life is full of needs and this apparently should be one you know of darling dearest.
“I’m not going to leave you.”
—-Five words, one lie, caused a bittersweet smile more alike to a grimace to stitch feebly across her face. Too many times had she heard them, almost inevitably just before the person did just as they said they wouldn’t. Kali was most definitely the sort to open her heart to everything, everyone, just for the chance at something true, but in that search it had been lanced and skewered and burnt in more ways than one. No one ever stayed, no one ever kept calling, and all that seemed to be left behind was the scar tissue of memories intricately woven in her day to day practices. Sometimes they would be pulled taut by a certain mannerism, bringing forth the pain just as fresh as the day it had been given. Deja vu of the heart.
Bailey would be no different despite their binding situation; he would learn the truth. He would know of who she truly was. Because in the end even though Kali always played the vixen, words slipping from her tantalizing lips like a soft fog, she was always the one more desperate–the one who loved more. Oh how she loved. Always attentive, always dedicated Kali did everything she could to avoid the mistakes of a previous mistakes; things that ranged from breakfast in bed, new lingerie every night, and attendance to their every whim. Of course this also led to the people who would shrug her hands away claiming they “needed space.” It was always space that she had been worried about–always the deep longing to be held in someone’s arms for a true forever and not have them give that fatal push. It had started with her parents, but these days it was nameless boys and girls.
Somehow though she had gained his attention, his dedication, and that thought itself brought slight tears to her eyes, glistening with hope. To her there was such a tarnished brightness to the boy; his gruffness towards everyone else showing that maybe he’d understand the antics she did for just a little bit of someone’s eyes being focused on hers. It was in the way he walked, shoulders just a bit too rigid to be confident. It was that sad look that he got when he thought no one would see. But Kali had seen and she had felt and in doing so her heart had reached out to him in desperation. He was so special, and she despite all that she tried was never enough. In this moment he was all she had, all she wanted. Maybe this time would be different–maybe he’d stay true to those five little words and defeat the odds…