/ / losing my mind

+ tristan hale 'the poet' ;; you think I've gotten better, but the truth is that I've gotten better at hiding it, and you've gotten better at pretending it doesn't exist...

[nbdtristan]

what you need || tristan + calliope

[fkcalliope-blog]

It was the most simple thing that made her heart stutter — just a light brush of his fingers against her own and the organ that kept her body moving couldn’t keep up; it beat like a hammer in her chest as she swallowed and forced a cheeky smile, appearing at ease as she leaned to open her draw, pulling out rolling paper and a lighter — excess things that she shared in her friendships with Louisa and Kat — and putting them on her lap. “I promise not to share them on any platform of social media, it’s for my own blackmail use,” Her eyes darted up to his face for a quick moment, flashing him a wink as she giggled and laid out the weed, rolling it up with an expertise she was somewhat ashamed to have. Her replies were late, due to her lack of speaking while concentration. “Because I’m amazing, that’s all.” Grinning, the girl offered the finished joint out to him, letting him take it as she lifted from her position and idled towards the window. After she’d opened it, she walked back towards the bed, a moment of wickedness overcoming her as she all but jumped onto Tristan; laughter exploded from her ribs in the same movement as she rolled off his body, quick and agile to scurry up to the top of the bed and flick the lighter towards him. All thoughts of the baby growing in her stomach were gone from her mind — all she could think about was the boy before her, and what might just happen.

[nbdtristan]

Tristan watched as Callie went about her business, grabbing out papers and a lighter from what he could tell at his angle. He sat back further on the bed, resting on his hands as he watched her -- looked at her directly in the face. Should he feel like a bad person for doing this? Because he didn't. He didn't felt bad in the slightest, and that was what made him feel sick. Callie was Lou's best friend, yet here they were, unable to help themselves. Tristan smiled softly at her words, letting a small laugh escape his lips. "Alright, I trust you," he said. It was said in such a casual manner, but he felt like it meant something deeper. He knew it meant something deeper; he trusted Callie, even if it was with something as small and petty as this, he trusted her. Tristan laughed at her words, a genuine laugh and couldn't help but nod slightly. She was nothing short of amazing and it tore him apart in his mind because he shouldn't be thinking like that. He couldn't help but come back to her though. He grabbed the joint from her hands and held it between his fingers, just looking at it for a few seconds. Was he really about to do this? He looked up as Callie was walking back towards the bed, slightly groaning as he felt her body atop of his, but that didn't help the smile form forming on his lips. His hands brushed her waist slightly, but she wasn't atop him long enough for him to grasp at them. He cleared his throat and grabbed the lighter off her, getting down to business. The joint was placed between his lips, the lighter brought up to the end as he lit it. He hadn't done this since he was in freshman year and his mind was slightly blank. As the smoke hit the back of his throat after a deep breath in, he pulled the joint away and let it flow out -- it was soothing in an odd sense, until he coughed slightly from the brunt of it. Shaking his head, he handed it to Callie and sighed, "This will get some getting used to," he said as he leaned further into the bed putting him slightly closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers.

[nani-kealoha-deactivated2015030]

You didn’t catch anyone picking their nose did you?

[nbdtristan]

I think I would've laughed out loud and had them see me if I caught someone doing that.

[tbh-doniya]

You never know what people do when they’re in private so. At least he finally spotted you, I’m sure most of the others just carried on as though they were in their own confined room.

[nbdtristan]

Very true. It's slightly shocking to see what some people will do when they don't think others are looking. Well, maybe not shocking, but amusing and hard to think they'd do, at least.

[martyfck]

Dude. You really need to stop that.

[nbdtristan]

I can't help it, it just... happens. People are so easy to watch. Seriously. And amusing.

[edwardwht]

Should I ask?

[nbdtristan]

Probably not. Just leave it at people are weird and we'll call it a day.

[tfbellamy-blog]

I really wish that I could tell you just how creepy this sounds, as I imagine everyone else would, but I’ve found myself accidentally people watching before and it has proven to be quite interesting. You learn a lot about marriage just by watching how men with guts react to their wive’s simple requests. Actually, just last week I saw a girl moving between two buildings as she fed her bag a handful of cheese cubes. Must have been taking a guinea pig or something to her lectures for some odd reason.

[nbdtristan]

See, at least you understand. It wasn't like I was watching them on purpose it sort of just... happened? You know. And it can be amusing yes, seeing what people do when they're simply walking by themselves. Or even with others. Cheese cubes to her bag? Alright, um, that's kind of weird, and yeah, guinea pig is literally the only logical thing I can think of. But why bring it to a lecture? Strange. People are strange.

[ffszackery]

It’s basic human nature, when they feel secure enough to ensure their odd rituals which would be deemed unacceptable by society norms are unseen, they do weirs um…shit.

[nbdtristan]

Well, uh, that would've been handy to know beforehand.

[fmdyazhu-deactivated20180725]

That just tells you that people let go of their sexual tension right on this bench. I’ve seen it happen before. It’s actually very funny.

[nbdtristan]

I'm not sure how to take that -- why the hell do people think doing that kind of stuff in public is necessary? Keep it inside, god.

[fgslogan-deactivated20160312]

Woah, creep alert. You’re lucky no one reported you to the authorities, bud. Do I want to know what you saw, or is it too mentally scarring? Most importantly, are you gonna’ write a sonnet about it?

[nbdtristan]

I was merely sitting on a bench... not doing any harm to people. How is that -- I'm not even going to bother arguing. Wasn't mentally scarring, just concerning. Um... I don't know? Probably not? Contrary to popular belief, I don't write poetry based on everything I see in life.

[tbh-doniya]

I’m not sure if I want to ask what you’ve witnessed.

[nbdtristan]

Honestly, I'm still surprised I even witnessed some things. People are strange beings. Although it was the cherry on top of the cake when one guy actually saw me and just kind of scuttled away in embarrassment.

[nbdtristan]

Sitting on a park bench and people-watching has taught me that a lot of people do some weird shit when they don't think anyone's looking.

[deeofrps]

What’s a hay fever? I despise going to the hospital so that’s not an option but thanks for the advice. I think with a little medicine and rest, I’ll be okay. Enough about me though, how are you?

[nbdtristan]

It's like... allergies. Mostly in Spring time, though. Ah, yeah, I'm the same; the doctors and hospital aren't a fun place to be. Almost like there's fun-sucking gas as soon as you walk into the place. Uh, me? Yeah I'm good. Not sick like you, luckily. 

[nbdtristan]

I feel like some people just do not understand that people don't want to see your PDA. Stellar example, whilst walking around today a couple who were uh... how do I say this, heavily making out whilst walking? I dunno. Anyways -- they ran directly into me and then had the audacity to glare at me like I was at fault. I uh, I just. I've almost lost faith in the human race.

[nbdtristan]

what you need || tristan + calliope

[fkcalliope-blog]

Aaron wasn’t the only one Callie felt like she was walking on eggshells around — Tristan easily fell under that category, what with their habit of dancing around the issue that there was more to them than easy friendship. It wasn’t like before, when Louisa had started to fall for him and Callie found it fun to tease him until he blushed; now they’d been together in a way they shouldn’t have, had a bad habit of sitting too close to one another, and confided secrets that they never told anyone else. It wasn’t something she could walk away from or act nonchalant about. “You raise a good point, but still — it’s me. Barge in, I don’t care. I don’t need a knock… just maybe a warning text before you head over.” Shuffling until she was comfortable on her bed, she reached out, gripping his wrists and tugging him to fall opposite her. As she twisted her upper body to grab the drugs, she spoke. “I’m interested in seeing you high, so I hope you’re ready to have videos and photos taken. If not… I’m still gonna do it, but just be sly.”

[nbdtristan]

He had the tendency to stand around awkwardly in situations like this, so of course this was no different. He had no clue what to do. Being with Callie was weird; almost like a roller-coaster. Ups and downs and turns and twists, like they never knew what direction they were going in next; what they were going to be next. It also made him sick to the stomach -- not in a bad way, but he hadn't decided if it was a good way yet, either. Point blank she made him fucking nervous and confused. He chuckled softly at her words and nodded, "Yeah, suppose so. Not that you'd mind," he smirked, looking up at her from under his eyelashes. And then there were moments like these -- one twist he didn't know when to ever expect. They blatantly flirted, but also skirted around each other like teenagers in middle school. "Warning text, got it," he nodded. He watched as she moved about the bed, and when she reached for him and dragged him beside her, he let her. There was no hesitation in his movement, he just followed along her pull like it was the most natural thing in the world. He rested on his elbow as he watched her grab the bag and swallowed harshly. He always found himself doing things he never thought he would when he was around Callie, which was another thing he wasn't sure if was good or bad. "As long as you don't post them to any forms of social media..." he trailed off after she spoke, looking at her with raised eyebrows. "People will think I'm insane," he chuckled, reaching out to run his fingers over the bag, slightly grazing her hand. "How do you get me to do crap like this?"

[i-m-into-y0u]

[nbdtristan]

@trumartyyy: @triswrites ..the girls liked it man.. or well at least i thought they did..

@triswrites: @trumartyyy did it get you anywhere with the girls?

[edwardwht]

Don’t worry, it won’t be a big tree. Don’t think I’d manage to get it through the door. But Christmas would not be complete without one. You can have cookies, though, of course. All the cookies you want. I will throw multiple batches after another into the stove just to get some cookies for you.

[nbdtristan]

Small tree is good -- decorations are a must obviously. Most festive dorm in Candor House. Pretty sure you just won roommate of the year award, mate. Unlimited cookies are always an incredible thing.