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♘ (lola & lizze) sms

lizze: ok so i know you must get like sportsy q's 24/7 but

lizze: what the fucc is a touchdown man

lizze: who's touching what and where is "down" what is going oN???

comedown ( lola & lizze)

after the wedding reception, lizze had spent a few days just... high. on several substances, and the landing to reality was proving to be bad. the blinds were down, her phone had been dead for at least two days and she wasn’t even sure where it was amidst the mess of her usually neat-kept room. she’d been able to keep the spinning of her mind at bay with... well, too many things. things she didn’t frequent, she didn’t make a habit of, but that she’d found way too comforting. now, the world was bland and she was a bad person again. now, her life was her own again and her body was her own, a body that didn’t feel invincible, but beat down. the world was bleak, see.

laid down on her unmade bed, hair tangled and makeup that hadn’t been taken off in at least three days, only re-touched again and again in the small sobriety windows between drug intake and drug intake, lizze didn’t even react at the first knock. or the second. the third granted a small, annoyed groan, though she still made no attempts to get up and open the door. it was only after the prolonged insistence that lizze decided to get up, that whoever was deadset on annoying her wouldn’t just decide she wasn’t there and leave. “ yeah! “ was all she managed to call out, rubbing her head with her hand as she sat up, reached for the pack of cigarettes on the floor nearby and lit a cigarette before managing to get up and slowly drag her feet across the room up to the door. the sight of lola would’ve surprised her on any other day, but she seemed to be extremely non-reactive, and only frowned. “ sup? “