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naomi-nohome·:

“Listen - “ Naomi started her pitch. Her uncle was far better at catching buyers’ attention, but she had to pull her weight here, right? “I know you have a family member who wants a book on Cacti. On Amazon, this baby retails for 15 bucks, soft cover. This is a mint condition hard cover book on Cacti for $1.50.”

“Oh, wow! You’re good. How did you know that? Are you psychic?” Saige said, without so much as a single hint of irony. “My mom loves gardening but the lack of a balcony in our apartment has been kind of hard on her. I was thinking succulents might be just the thing for her. And they’re totally hip right now. What do you think?”

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The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them.

Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear (via wnq-anonymous)

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emerson-forester·:

Emerson took her wireless headphones off, placing them on the table in front of her. “Okay, but… why is ‘Thank U, Next’ such an absolute bop? I just can’t get over how perfect it is. You’ve seen the music video, right?”

“Of course. I like the video more than the song ‘cuz it’s just so fun, but the beat is good too. Anything that pays tribute to good movies is okay in my book.”

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daxneal·:

“Exactly like that. It’s so weird, right? Sometimes I feel like I have memories where I’m seeing myself outside my body. It’s like my brain has got a faulty filing system.” Dax shrugged, not really knowing an exact explanation, but he did believe in astral projection. “I would totally Say Anything you. Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes is such a feel good song. Perfect choice for that scene.” Dax said adamantly with a nod. “Where to even begin.” Dax took a breath as he eyed the constellations above them. “Well, okay. Cassiopeia was always known as a vain or boastful queen, but it wasn’t just on herself, it was on her daughter. She said that Andromeda was more beautiful than all the nymph daughters of the sea god Nereus. This totally pissed off Poseidon so he took his wrath on flooding the country. Cassiopeia freaked out, and approached an oracle, which told her the only way to appease Poseidon was to sacrifice her daughter Andromeda. This is the major plot twist, after Andromeda’s mom chained her to a rock near the ocean for a sea monster to eat her, Perseus arrives to save Andromeda and kills the sea monster. Poseidon was even more pissed by this, so he placed Cassiopeia on a chained throne for the rest of her afterlife as punishment and symbolism that she’d have rather sacrificed her own daughter than herself. Hence why the constellation looks like her in a throne.” He said with a nod, taking a breath after the winded explanation. 

“Like you’re watching a movie about your life instead of experiencing it. Yeah.” Saige nodded, squinting in thought. “That’s usually how I think about past relationships.” The fact that he actually knew the movie behind the reference actually kind of surprised her -- not a lot of people had actually seen it, but he was right. “I love that song. Eighties music in general is just so... thematic. I love all of it. I love music that takes you somewhere. Even if it’s a neon roller rink. Or maybe especially if.” Smiling, she shifted in her spot until she was comfortable to settle in as she listened, picturing it all in her mind as he spoke. “I always wondered what the other side to that story was. You know, about what could’ve made her so vain. Icarus, he was taught how to fly and given his wings. I like to think Cepheus loved her so much, he spoiled her with his praise. Or maybe she didn’t get enough of it. Maybe Cepheus loved Andromeda more, and Cassiopeia was afraid.” Turning her head, she was sure she spotted a throne, excitement in her voice. “Look! There she is.” The stars reflected in her awe-filled eyes, lips curving into a smile. “You know what? She is beautiful.”

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knorrington·:

“can’t even get decent tea around here. they ended up putting coffee instead of water… can you believe that? on that same topic, earl grey coffee is actually not half bad..” 

“Oh, have you ever had a London Fog? It’s so good, it’s like a tea party in your mouth.”

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colinnash·:

“Good point, it rarely goes out of season, yeah?” Colin thought on it from a harvesting point of view. “I doubt I’d be one to go that far. I usually break my healthy habits when I’m not training in the off seasons.”

“Or out of taste. -- Oh no. Processed food?” 

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daxneal·:

“I think I sometimes do that like… a lot.” Dax said almost distractedly, thinking on times when he couldn’t exactly decipher fantasy from reality. “You do? I half thought most girls think it’s cheesy around here.” That’s why he didn’t allow most of his grand gestures to move past an idea. “I feel the same way about really really charcoaled covered marshmallows.” He admitted. Once he grabbed a candle of his own to light a flame to the marshmallow on the rod, he blew on it, then leaned back on the flannel blanket. “We should look for Cassiopeia. It’s easiest to find in November, and we stan a queen.” Dax teased with a nod.

“Like you see yourself outside yourself? Sometimes I dream like that.” Most of the time, even in her artistic brain, she was too grounded in her emotions to lose her grip on reality completely. “Well maybe they do, but I’m not from here and I love it. I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to hold a boombox over their head outside my window for me.” It was 100% her just being jokey, but she also had a hard time imagining a scenario where it wouldn’t sweep her off her feet. “Okay, I’m down. What do you know about Cassiopeia? I’m curious.” She knew of the myth -- in fact, she’d painted it before. But she wanted to hear his version of it.

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yeahthomas·:

“It’s unfortunate but I wouldn’t use the word ‘sad’. I didn’t know them.” It’s a little blunt but it’s entirely Tom. He’d rather be honest than pretend he cares, he feels that’s worse. “Yeah, this is Northlake. Warm and celebratory isn’t up our alley. At least not since a year ago.” And it’s fucked up. Tom thinks he misses when this town was boring. It’d be easier to get through a day. He thinks he uses too much of his brain power to push aside the fact that he lives in a town with a serial killer. “No. I stayed in with my little sister. We handed out candy like the rebels we are.” Very interesting night. Obviously. It’s his Senior year and he didn’t attend Dare Night. Though, he thinks it’s a decent trade off to not suffer the anxiety and paranoia of being in any of those photos. “Did you end being in any of the photos?”

“Well I don’t really know anyone here, but I still feel for them. You don’t have to be personally involved to feel someone’s pain or care about them.” An attitude on the contrary surprised her, but a part of her did understand. It was probably hard to feel too much of anything in a town plagued by tragedy. “Do you miss it?” Saige would. She certainly missed home enough. “Oh, see, that sounds like way more fun. “Nope. Never left Conny’s house; parked right out front. Definitely creepy, though. You think it was..." Trailing off, her tone denotes a certain hesitation. “You know?”

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daxneal·:

“I get that. Sometimes I feel like there is three or four of me. I just usually blank on what I’m all up to.” It probably didn’t make much sense, but he never really seemed to have a clear sense of his actual aspirations. “Hey, stop.” Dax blushed to himself, as he looked down. “Mr. Candle is probably very appreciative.” Dax reached for the rods by the near step. “Right here, I think we could hopefully manage gooey.” He said before handing her one. 

“Some people do actually do that. Astral projection,” she named, like it was the most average thing in the world. “Why! I think it’s really neat,” Saige shrugged. “Gooey marshmallows is basically my happy place. I could easily eat a dozen of these.” She stuck a big one to the rod Dax gave her, making sure it was on there snug enough where it wouldn’t fall off if she left it singeing and partially crispy like she wanted. “Okay. I have my stick, I have my marshmallows. Are we looking for specific constellations?”

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colinnash·:

“Oh my god, I completely forgot about apple crisp. I think I must associate it too much with early fall. But definitely an under appreciated favorite. Someone should, the grocery store in town is way too limited.” 

“Apple time is year round.” She almost gasped. “I guess if you’re really particular you could just drive to Madison. Or grow your own produce.”

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Aj: My family is driving me nuts rn!

Aj: can you plz come pick me up

Aj: maybe we can have a little fun 😉

Saige: It's not too late to have a good Thanksgiving!

Saige: We still have food if you're hungry?

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colinnash·:

“It is an experience to be had. But I guess you’re right, it’s not historic or anything. – I was actually just suggesting a natural grocer, you know one of those hometown mom and pop places they carry vegan friendly things and all that jazz.”

“As far as holiday food goes I’m all about that apple crisp. Oh! Well, then, yes, that would be a good idea. Maybe someone should start one.”

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daxneal·:

“I couldn’t agree more. There’s something really unfortunate about limiting yourself when life is so full of possibilities.” That’s probably why more times than not Dax had multiple crushes at once. By the time the blanket had been carefully laid out, he hadn’t expected Saige to come over and hug him, but he was ecstatic about it all the same. Raveling an arm around her, he squeezed her gently and popped a brow up in response. “The nicest? Seriously?” He was a little stunned, considering Saige was just about the most interesting and sweetest person he currently knew. With a smile, he turned on his heel to grab the bag of marshmallows. “So…” He started as he sat on the blanket beside her. “We’ve got two options. I can start a fire with a few pieces of wood over here, or…” He reached to grab a candle and held a marshmallow above the flame. “We could do it this way as a makeshift roasting device. Your call.” He offered with a smile. 

“I sometimes wish there was two of me, or even three or four of me. There’s just too much I want to do and never enough time for it.” Except on nights she stayed up through. Then she could do pretty much anything she wanted. “Yes, seriously. You’re a romantic,” she teased, ruffling his collar affectionately. “I usually like my marshmallows gooey but I think it’s only fair to give Mr. Candle a good shot. Do we have rods?”