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all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is

Fortesa Latifi (via madgirlf)

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​      → ❝ There’s much that is both new and familiar here, ❞ so starts the blonde, softly twirling her umbrella as cerulean hues look up at the sky. Overcast; a sign that rain is soon approaching. The thought alone makes her cautious and even weary.

      ❝ –Not that it’s unwelcome. At the very least, the change in atmosphere and everyone’s attitudes here is refreshing, ❞ she looks over at the stranger nearby now, the smallest of smiles gracing her features.

      ❝ I’ve heard some people say this place is horrible… But I suppose it depends on what sort of place you came from prior to arriving here. ‘It’s all a matter of perspective’, as they say. ❞

           RAIN   again. 

             She doesn’t mean to let her mind wander when the woman first speaks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, juggling five different thoughts at once. She was just thinking about how she’d forgotten, again, to invest in an umbrella. She’d think about it, but every time she nearly went to a store to purchase one, she’d wave it off. Nah, it’s fine. I won’t melt. Each time, she neglected to remember how annoying walking around in wet clothes could be — or how her makeup wasn’t waterproof. 

             Misato’s hearing comes roaring back as the stranger smiled, instinctively returning it. She thinks she caught the gist of what she was saying, but with a pretty smile like that, who wouldn’t tune right in for the rest ?  

       ❛   I know what you mean.   ❜   And she does, now that she’s actively listening. Her smile dims; it looks a little worn at the edges.  ❛   I’m sure plenty of people have families and lives to go back to, and... Unfinished business...   ❜   Herself included. … But even so... 

       ❛   But some people really don’t know how lucky they’ve got it here.   ❜

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          HONESTLY   ?   She still doesn’t know what to make of this place, much less her reason for being here. She’s been in a glorified stupor for nearly a month now; Misato only pokes her head outside her little townhouse to get groceries — which, much like at home, consists solely of tv dinners and the cheapest beer she can find. ‘The surface’ : that’s what people call this part of town. This ‘ward’ is only a small part of the entire island, apparently, but it’s all she’s seen. … That’s sort of pushing it; her home and the nearest cornerstore are all she’s really seen. 

            It probably would’ve stayed that way, too, if not for her autopilot being rudely jarred out of sequence. No sooner had she pushed the door open with her shoulder, groceries bagged on her opposite arm, did a full-bodied man slam into the glass. This, of course, caused the door to slam into her face in turn; the jingle of the welcome bell sounded mockingly over her head. She didn’t care about the how or why, all she knew was that it hurt like hell. Misato slams the door back open, seemingly oblivious to the ongoing struggle between the man in question and the boy who’d plowed right into him.

      ❛   Hey !  Can’t you take this somewhere else ?!   ❜

@originsword​ : starter call.

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     ❛   Aww, we’re talking about everyone’s type, huh ?  … Or is it about how everyone who ends up here seems crazy attractive ?  I think I got a little lost somewhere— either way, how cute !   ❜

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           SORRY   about the long radio silence !  I’ve had a few road bumps in getting this blog underway, but I’m gonna try and fix that !  I’ll leave this starter call uncapped for now, I’ll just be doing them at my own ( sporadic ) pace. 

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