#brynn.

[eccaira]

selected poems - yehuda amichai, dark places - gillian flynn, unknown, unknown, waiting - marya hornbacher, half-light: collected poems 1965-2016 - frank bidart, so we must meet apart - jennifer s. cheng, hero's death - athene marson

BRYNN OF DRUIGH. where does a wanderer's soul live ?

[dreamse]

[gcnnerpaxton]

“Um,” Watching from his spot on the couch, Gunner’s gaze shifted from the goofy looking freshman to where Brynn was dancing in the thick of the party, her skirt dangerously high and apparently calling his counterpart’s attention. He glanced towards Gunner at his sudden protest, giving him a thumbs-up - as if Gunner had encouraged him at all. Brows furrowing in confusion at how the other could’ve misinterpreted his tone, Gunner stood to make his way towards the brunette. His conversations with her since the night they hooked up had been slim to none, mostly avoiding her due to pure embarrassment on his end, but he was close now, purposely standing in between her and the freshman’s line of sight, “Sorry for getting, um. Serial killer level creepy close, I -,” glancing over his shoulder, he nodded with his head towards the person looking frustrated at the interruption, “I think he was. Enjoying himself too much. Pretend I’m not here or something. I have to do one good deed a day or I can’t sleep. God’ll smite me, probably.” @brvnns

[papillcns]

brynn had promised indy that she would let him have the class hermit crab for the summer, and she never went back on a promise. no matter how nerve wracking it was to see him. it had been a bit since she had last seen him, and the last time they saw each other she vaguely remembered flirty heavily. she was a little too drunk, but it was necessary, she was anxious to be in the presence of so many people at the party. not that she didn’t want to flirt with him, she really did, but now she was nervous that he now expected her to be like that all the time. the sad reality was that she just had a helpless crush and was too awkward to flirt without stuttering and making a fool of herself. trying to calm herself, she was really overthinking everything, she took a deep breath before lifting her hand to knock on the door to indy’s. she clutched the plastic container containing eugene to her chest while she waited for him to answer. it was only a moment, but if felt like forever that she waited for him to answer. as soon as the door cracked she smiled, hoping that her nerves wouldn’t show. “hey! um, i’ve got your buddy, all ready to stay at your place! i, uh, cleaned his cage up before i brought him. so, you d-don’t have to do it.”

@solctude

[sydnielights-blog]

BrynnKellyyy.

Ahaha. It Is Like, Two Fifty And I Am Not Tired. Which I Shouldddd Be. But I Am Not. So That Is Okay. I Don't Have Work Till One Tomorrow. My Cats Are Trying To Eat My Hand. Ahhhh.. D: I Like This Songgg. Hope For The Hopeless-A Fine Frenzy.