𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

[wordsnquotes]

I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, He Forgot to Say Goodbye (via palmerwrites)

[oogieoscar]

wendy frowned, shriveling just a smidge under the man’s grimacing gaze. “well…..i suppose that depends on how someone 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 to pretend. you’re right in that no one should have to pretend to be something they’re not, but…..for some i’m told a little roleplay and pretending can actually be rather therapeutic and helpful.” she glanced over at him, wondering what it was about festivals that he didn’t like. though, mostly, wendy wondered why it was that someone would ever choose to make an appearance at any event they clearly didn’t want to be at. shaking her head free of her thoughts, she still offered a smile full of warmth and understanding. “ — of course, it doesn’t work for all. ” breaking off a piece of the pretzel in her grasp, wendy’s blue eyes had swept over the hoards of people having a laugh and good time before bringing the salty treat to her lips. “well, i’m a writer, mr. bailey. i dabble in make-believe and pretend almost daily, you could say.”

      oscar couldn’t help but to almost feel bad for the girl. to him, she was living in some sort of dream or something, a fantasy, if you will. he simply just didn’t understand why all this would appeal to anyone, let alone pretending to like it all. maybe it just wasn’t for him. or maybe, all of these people simply just needed to see what it really was — something to distract them from the shit that life really was. “you write, hmm?” he wondered, giving wendy the slightest of simpers. “that different, i think. that’s make believe, but this — well this is real life. can’t really make that up

[oogieoscar]

“i think it’s rather 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎, actually,” a childlike smile tugged at wendy’s lips, flashes of color and bright lights reflecting in the girl’s perfect vision. she’d always loved festivals this season, but especially this one for the way it was finally celebrating pride. “oh, don’t tell me you disagree, mr. bailey. you know, mother tells me a grimace like that will age you. i don’t think it’d hurt you to smile and enjoy yourself along with everyone else here, would it?”

     “do you now?” oscar wondered aloud, not doubting the girl for a second. there was some sort of childishness coming from her  —  naivety, the man would call it. “i one-hundred percent disagree, miss darling,” he spoke, pulling the same face he just had. "age me? please, a face is the least think i have to worry about aging me.” and it was true, too many other things in oscar’s life were much more likely to do so, not making a face. “and it would hurt me, yes. not a big fan of pretending to be something i’m not... are you?”

[oogieoscar]

Roxanne pouted, looking down at the bag now on the ground, before swooping down to pick it up. “If ya didn’t want it, sweetheart, all ya had to say was no thanks and handed it back.” Her eyebrows pinched together as she looked up at him. “It’s better than plastic, now ain’t it?”

      “maybe, but that was just so much more fun.” better than plastic? the man’s eyebrows furrowed, not really understanding what the girl meant. did it really matter? plastic, paper? oscar didn’t know what the confetti was made of — didn’t really care either. “if it’s the environment you’re worried about i wouldn’t think about it too much. i’m sure some old sap will pick up every piece of trash they see. ridiculous, like it matters.”

[oogieoscar]

– “So,” Taron parrotted, chuckling as he glances at Oscar; “That it’s a celebration of everyone, Oogie. And a lot of good food.” At least Oscar wasn’t dramatic—it was a marvel, how his close but a small group of friends are. Diverse and… extraordinary. “Not exactly the kind of chaos you root for, but you’re here.” He thought about dragging Oscar towards the nearest cotton candy stand. “How was your vacation?”

     shrugging his shoulders, he gave taron a pointed look, eyes rolling back the least bit. “but does everyone really need to be celebrated? not a lot going on for most of ‘em, you know?” it may have been a bold statement, but it was true, to oscar at least. he just saw no reason for it, most everyone saw each other nearly everyday around here, so what was the point? “i am here, yes, you’re welcome, by the way — know you missed me.” really, that was oscar’s way of saying he’d missed the other, but there’s no way he could just outright say it. “and my vacation was —  eventful, i would say.”

[oogieoscar]

The fact booth wasn’t open for the time being, as Jack had to leave to get ready for his night-job. However, he still had a few hours to kill and wanted to explore some of the more unseen parts of the festival, which is what he was up to now. There was a piece of handmade jewelry hanging from his fingertips, the blue stones in it reminding him of his mother. He wanted to purchase it and send it back home to her, but before he could tell the booth attendant this, his shoulder was bumped. He looked up to Oscar and sighed, his thumb running over the stone of the necklace as he gave his eyes a roll. “It’s exactly what you just called it: chaos. But it’s chaos every yer, so I don’t know what you were expectin’.”

     “yeah yeah, i know,” oscar grumbled, a dissatisfied look adorning his features. he’d thought that this year it might be a little more tolerable, as he’d just gotten back, but oh was he wrong. it was always too much, he thought. to many people, too many decorations, too much, well — festival. taking notice of the small piece of jewelry in the other’s hand, his face lit up. sure, the piece was actually kind of nice, but that didn’t mean he had to let jack know. “decided to buy yourself something nice, have you? blue isn’t really your color.”

[oogieoscar]

Roxanne had made little bags to hand out, filled with biodegradable confetti and an assortment of seeds. Of course confetti was a big thing at Pride and she wanted to keep it that way, just with a…twist. The seeds were a couple different colors so that they blended in well enough and could be planted wherever they landed. She held one out as someone passed her, a wide smile on her face. “We’ve gotta celebrate in style! Take one and throw it whenever ya want–Happy Pride!”

      grasping the small bag in his hand, oscar gave the girl a smile, one that was sarcastic at the least. “yes of course, thanks,” he mumbled, dropping the little sack on the ground right where he was standing, not even bothering to take the seeds out. “don’t care for the seeds at all, being honest. happy pride, though? i reckon i’ll agree to that.” 

[oogieoscar]

    freshly home from his ‘vacation’ of sorts, oscar couldn’t help the grimace that had found it’s way onto his face. the festival, of course. how had he not remembered it was that time of year? he’d never been a fan of it to begin with, and now that he was older, well  — his dislike for the event had grown even stronger. truth be told, he really wasn’t interested, but then again, maybe some fun could come of it. “so,” he started, bumping the shoulder of the person he’d walked up to. “what do make of all this chaos?”

@sunnysidestarters

[wordsnquotes]

I just want to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and for you to love me for the monster I am.

Christopher Poindexter (via colfernarvaezwrites)

[lyricallymnded]

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you // dodie

[doc-finite-archive-deactivated2]

  I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer.                                                             Until one day it was─                                                                                    and the guilt I expected                                                                                                                    never came.

[neckkiss]

Heartbroken

[dvoyd]

Lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.

say your prayers now | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[too-cool-to-know-ya]

[inkytower]

forgive me father for i have sinned & i no longer believe in fairytales & happy endings only in tragedies & sorrows i am too young to be this sad & too old to be this naïve

Inkstay prompt #133; sinner | (e.l.)

[nightwomancometh]

[welshmantomellis]

Good Friday!