#bcstdressed

[exsolutoque]

A little twitter, akin to that of a robin’s, leaves his lips. In response, birds around him start to chirp, pigeons start cooing. A small smile, the animals and the boy seem to have a back and forth going on, like some sort of conversation, before the boy realises he has company and he stops, eyes wide as he sees the other. He can’t even think of what to say, he just stares.

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[tearyeycd-blog1]

@bcstdressed didn’t ask for a gosh darn thing.

   ❝I got a dog.❞ It was an impulsive purchase yesterday evening but she doesn’t regret it. ❝She is very cute and I love her. Honestly, who needs a boyfriend when you can have dogs.❞

[blarsdottir-blog]

“he’s getting closer”. there’s fear in her voice; it makes it shaky, it makes her panic. it makes her speak in frayed words and short gasps, ‘cause there’s no time, no time: whispers’ coming. “he’s getting to my cluster — we need help”.

@bcstdressed / starter call.

[tearyeycd-blog1]

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   Over a year later she still isn’t sure what to think of this communication she is having with Isha. Her parents think it’s an indication that she is losing her mind, and her psychiatrist thinks it’s time for her to let go to this coping mechanism of hers. It’s not that easy though when she can hear her thoughts and feel her pain; the latter of which affecting her immensely recently. Is everything alright, Isha?