r.i.p. 2 my youth

and you could call this the funeral - i'm just telling the truth. you can play this at my funeral, wrap me up in chanel inside my coffin. might go to hell and there ain't no stopping, might be a sinner and i might be a saint. i'd like to be proud, but somehow i'm ashamed. sweet little baby in a world full of pain - i gotta be honest, i don't know if i could take it. everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? mama said if I really want, then I can change it.

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eliandersvn:

“Did she die? I mean, she didn’t do all of that coke, did she? Was she going to resell it? Give me the details, man, let’s go. This is like a poorly written indie movie right now. Something big’s gotta happen by the end of this.”

“no. she’s still kicking. but i think she thought she could do it all, ‘cause she was high as it was, so. maybe she wanted to sell it, but. doubtful. she comes from old money. anyway - i’m tweaking because i think we’re about to get merked by some massive buff dudes. like, i’m dragging her out of the stall by her foot.”

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andrelytle:

          “if she’s five one, there’s got to be a leash out there that’ll fit her. you know, like those child wrangler ones. —yeah, you’re probably right. it’s not so easy to be unattached for people like myself, and your friend, though. we’re too SENSITIVE, right?”

“i was thinking a dog one. kids would be too expensive, you know? the industry is so inflated with....” mav makes a dismissive noise, waving it away. “probably.” he shrugs. “just be sensitive. but be aware of what you’re getting in to. just quit getting your hopes up.”

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chestcrs:

     “no.” he shook his head, gaze locked on his fingers as he toyed with them. “did i seem like i was listening?”

“well obviously.” mav blinked at him. “you heard my question. answered my question. and that was the boring part.” he snaps in front of his hands. “alright. from the top.”

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enzorivera:

“Shit, sorry. You, erm, said something about her not being allowed to use that bathroom because only the parents were allowed to use it and they didn’t know about the party, right? Sorry for spacing out, I’m tired.”

“then get more sleep. it shouldn’t be my problem. anyway, yes. giant hotel, we’re all drunk and nineteen in some auxiliary room, and of every single bathroom in that place, she has to wander into this one. and my other friend’s mom is a cop - totally busted us. she got cuffed and i just kinda walked away, though.”

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eliandersvn:

“i’m listening, i’m listening. you can’t tell a story like this and then stop right before the climax! in the bathroom, on her…what? and then what? cliffhangers, man. i’m tellin’ ya. i’ve got my popcorn. let’s hear it.”

mav smiles smugly. “okay, damn. hold your horses - you’re less patient than me. anyway, where was i? right. bathroom, knees, and the dozen dime bags of coke she’d stolen. like - exactly the ones those guys from the beginning were looking for? she’d stuffed them all in her bra.”

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scgexrcmos:

“huh, what? yes, you found her in the bathroom.. sorry, my mom sent me a pic of keira’s drawing and i’m trying to find out if it’s a banana with brown dots on it or a giraffe.“

“kiera? i really hope that means she’s a child. i’m putting my money on giraffe. children don’t know that, like, ripe bananas have the dots.”

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maiaeriksson:

         “huh?” deep pupils eye him, glassy and momentarily confused. “no, sorry, shit — i wasn’t. sidenote; you talk a lot. but please, carry on. i’m listening now, promise.”·

“yeah i know i do, thats why i have to check. do you, like, have a.d.d.? anyway, i don’t care - should i start over?”

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axlerksson:

          “no offense, but your friend’s pathetic. we’ve all wanted somebody, and had them not want us back. you see me sitting at my ex’s door in the middle of the night with a boombox? crying about how she left me? no. because i have some dignity. —BISCOTS? you’re kidding, right?”

“and i’m not disagreeing with you! it’s gross, and i’m embarrassed to be associated with it, but, what can i do? let her wander the streets at night alone, crying on his doorstep? i might not be much, but i can keep her from wandering into trouble. and give me a break, i went to france for, like, two weeks, okay? sorry i didn’t memorise the cookie names.”

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andrelytle:

           “fair enough. she definitely should’ve been more considerate about your feelings, too. you could try putting everyone on a cellphone hold. my friends and i used to do that at restaurants back home. whoever reaches first buys the whole night… oh, uh—yeah. EXTREMELY. it’s awful.”

he cocks his head to the side as if considering it. “she used to run track, though, and she’s, like, five-one. if she didn’t have her phone i’d lose her and some creep would catch her. i’d have to keep her on a leash or something.” he hums, then, almost in agreement. “sounds like it. being unattached is such a failsafe.”