✧ * ☾ TWIN SIZED MATTRESS

I’M A KITCHEN SINK. you don’t know what that means, because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. o k a y, friend? are you ( searching ) for PURPOSE? then write something, yeah, it might be worthless. then paint something, then. it might be wordless. pointless curses, nonsense verses. no one else is dealing with your ( d e m o n s ) — meaning maybe DEFEATING them could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.  — GO AWAY. LEAVE ME ALONE !!

[ofwaverly]

im . heartbroken and very sad because i love you all so much but ! this is goodbye :( uhhh . feel free to dm me for my socials and tumblr and such because i love u all i just .... cannot keep up with an rp right now . :( 

[ofwaverly]

sorry i started school back up and im just .... so exhausted

[ofwaverly]

uhelle:

“aish-. it’s alright, i feel as if my phone is beyond repair,” elle sighed before sitting herself down in the fountain in defeat, “same with my groceries. i was planning a super delicious meal and everything. but thank you for at least coming over, that was super kind of you. how has your day been though? better than mine?”

“yeah, it looks like your phone’s a little screwed. sorry about that.” she nods towards the other,  unsure on whether or not she should be sitting next to her. “uh, yeah, you’re welcome. seems like it’s going a little bit better than yours.”

[ofwaverly]

wow ... i havent done replies since last year

[ofwaverly]

hey.. sorry im the worst but can i pls get a reply to this just . pretend its after christmas i edited the end a lil bit i just ? kind of worked hard on this and dont have any threads going im sorry

[marianamp3-blog]

“christmas sucks,” she drawled out, trying her hardest to cover her slurs. the holiday was never good for mari, considering she usually spent it alone and her thoughts usually got to her. “i mean who fucks with that shit anyways. halloween is hella better. they don’t even close down taco bell for halloween. guess what closes tomorrow? goddamn taco bell.” she pursed her lips together, shaking her head before downing another shot.

[ofwaverly]

“eh, taco bell’s not too much of a loss.” she shrugs, her head shaking. “some things are open tomorrow if you really need somethin’, you’ll be able to find food. unless you’re just worried about taco bell, then you’re just shit outta luck.” 

[maggicmoo-deactivated20180913]

“i can’t decide what the best part of christmas is – giving presents or the food.” she picked yet another cookie from the plate in front of her and took a bite, sighing contentedly “legit, though, bae is gonna freak tomorrow morning. i definitely won this year.” 

[ofwaverly]

“definitely the food.” she nods in agreement. “although it’s more of the fact that i just prefer the food because i have to give the presents now opposed to getting any, but yeah - food’s great.”

[uhelle-blog1]

on a completely average day, elle found herself running her usual errands. picking up groceries and pottering around to see all of her favourite shop keepers. and then disaster struck. it was the perfect cocktail of mishaps. it was a phone buzzing in a pocket, a wrong step, a misplaced rock and it was then a tumble into a nearby fountain. frantically scrambling to get up, elle called out to passerbys, “do you have any rice i can put my phone in?”

[ofwaverly]

waverly couldn’t help but glance up when she noticed all of the commotion going on, a wide grin spreading across her lips when she saw the girl in the fountain. of course, it was rude, but waverly couldn’t stop herself from laughing. she quickly straightened out her face, hiding the fact that she truly did find this funny. “uh, no. don’t know anyone who carries rice around, dude.”

[ofwaverly]

HELLO im SO sorry about how terrible my activity has been everything is just hard and :((( im here now and will be here more

[ofwaverly]

ccsinclairs:

“that seems like an awful generalization.” she isn’t exactly wrong in this particular instance but cc is sure there are nice strangers out there who should be offended. people who give to charity or some shit. “you really don’t get out much, do you? i suppose i’ll leave you to enjoy your very lonely existence then, since you’re being so rude when all i’ve done is offer to help.” it’s rich that cc is calling anyone rude but it’s not like she knows him well enough to call him on it. he fishes a hand into his pocket to pull out his headphones, situating them in his ears nonchalantly.

“it’s not an awful one, it’s a pretty accurate one i think. everyone has the chance of being dangerous or shady. i’d rather just not take my chances. can you blame me? i don’t think you knowingly put yourself in the path of danger, do you?” she asks, an eyebrow raised. “i’m not being rude. i’m just... saying. people are scary. i don’t mean to be rude. and if i pissed you off, then i apologize. sincerely.”

[ofwaverly]

ideallyinlove:

“yeah. i know. gotta be strong and brave, though, regardless. i think about it a lot myself, honestly, gettin hurt to where i can’t work anymore.” he could definitely relate; the dramatic scenes that ran through his head when putting his life in others’ hands almost rivaled his late night thoughts of forever aloneness. “yeah, i think we should go see the light display in the art district, then have a quiet night in with popcorn garland and wine.”

“i am strong. and brave. just... scared of certain things.” who was she kidding? she was one of the least brave people she knew, but it wasn’t always that way. she used to be fearless, but all of that changed rather quickly. “i’d be up for that, i think brooklyn would like the light display. she’s always pretty amazed by christmas lights or... any colorful object.”

[ofwaverly]

ccsinclairs:

“you don’t talk to strangers?” he hums, amusement filtering onto his features. “how juvenile. you know everyone is a stranger until you give them a chance.” it sounds like something one might find in a fortune cookie or on a preteen graphic tee and so cc says it with a tone dripping in sarcasm. “late is still late when it comes to a bus schedule. the driver waits for no stragglers.” he thinks back to an era where he was forced to take public transportation and, momentarily, he grimaces in something like sympathy. he hasn’t always been as well off as he is now, after all. he leans back in his perch on the bench, watching her with a scrutinizing gaze. “i suppose it doesn’t matter,” he concedes with a dramatized shrug. “but it’d matter if i happened to have a vehicle and your destination was on my way home.”

“strangers are horrible people.” she shrugs simply, debating on whether or not she should explain her thoughts further. amused with the reactions she’s gotten from the other so far, she decides to go ahead and elaborate. “strangers are people you know nothing about, they could be great people or they could have horrible plans brewing in the back of their mind. i prefer not to bother with them. not too sure why i’m bothering with you.” she shrugs simply. “even if you did have a vehicle and i was on your way, i’d have to decline your offer. like i said, strangers aren’t to be trusted.”

[ofwaverly]

          the holidays were always a weird thing for her. as a kid, it meant four minimal gifts that were hand me downs. it was a time of year where along came the painful reminder of her family was broke as fuck and everyone else got these shiny new toys. after winter break, teachers always asked their kids “what did everybody get for christmas?” and it was always humiliating when she never had much. of course, she was grateful for small things she did get, but it truly sucked to watch everybody else get so many things. not to mention, she never got santa claus. her mom never even pretended like it was real, she broke the secret to them when waverly was four because her brother was upset that santa got everybody else so much and they didn’t get a lot. 

          christmas after she graduated was always nice. it was always full of love and family, and things just did a complete one-eighty around that time. it turned from a time of sad reminders to a time simply full of love. it had been that way until two years ago. now, christmas was more sad reminders again, sad reminders that it would never be the way it was again, and now it was her second christmas without asher, and she hated it. plus, she kind of felt bad lying to brooklyn about the whole santa thing, but that wasn’t a part of her childhood she’d take away from her daughter. 

          waverly still wasn’t done christmas shopping yet. she was stood in the aisles of a target, scanning the shelves for something a two year old would want. she was horrible at buying gifts, always had been, but the fact that she didn’t even know what to get her own daughter was sad. she let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she looked at the other near her. “do you think a two year old understands the concept of santa claus, did i go overboard this year on santa for nothing?”

[ofwaverly]

ideallyinlove:

“you’re not wrong, but she also needs ya not scared to get on a bus, so i think we’re walking a pretty legit line there.” marco rubbed waverly’s back once she sat beside him, fingertips kneading into the muscles he knew were tight after standing all day, loosening them up a little. “so what are our christmas plans this year?”

“it’s not that i’m scared of buses i’m just... scared of anything that could cause harm. i mean, she’s already lost her dad, my life’s kind of precious at this point.” she sighed. every factor of her life either now revolved around brooklyn or the loss of asher, it was all she ever thought about. “not too sure, i didn’t really have any. anything in mind?”

[ofwaverly]

i dont have replies to do as far as i know so ! if i missed something please tell me!!! i will reply to starters tomorrow

[ofwaverly]

ideallyinlove:

“if you say so, i guess!” he pushed the bike to lean against the bus stop and took another couple steps to drop down onto the bench. “right, but we can’t really stop living our lives, can we? well, i guess technically we could…but that would be ridiculous. and selfish, probably.” he patted the bench beside him, “come sit, we still got another couple minutes and i know you been on ya feet.”

“i’d prefer to die in any way other than a bus.... and a lot longer from now, considering i have a two year old who needs me, and really, i need her.” she shook her head, wanting to already be home so she could hang out with her daughter. she always felt empty when she wasn’t around brooklyn, and the day had been too long. “you’re right, i have.” she shook her head, moving to sit down with him on the bench.

[ofwaverly]

elvismayfield:

Elvis finally glances up and towards the potential customer– “I’m alright,” He replies back, realizing he might be being rude he adds; “thanks for asking.” He tries to muster up a smile, it’s something, although it looks almost awkward of his features, as if he rarely finds himself doing it, more often than not, that’s true. “Just some ol’ china, unfortunately that means I probably can’t sell it– was a set.” Tired eyes look back down to the box at his feet,  “If you’re in the market for half a set of it though, feel free to take it, just mind the glass.” There’s a chuckle that escapes his lips, as if it’s a joke, it is but that doesn’t make him any less upset with himself over the loss of product. This was the last thing he needed this close to the holidays after all, so much for making a bit of extra cash he could spare.

“Right, I’m glad.” She nods, watching him for a second. Waverly isn’t fully convinced that he’s alright, but wanting to stray away from any more unnecessary conversation, she shuts up about it, simply listening to the rest of what he has to say. “Sorry about that.” She nods, an empty apology as a result of simply not really knowing what else to say. 

“You think china is something a thirty-right year old would like?” She asks, her head tilting as she studies half of the broken china for a minute. “I’ll give you half for it, I’m shit at giving gifts and this is about the best idea I have.”