#caeruleums

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @caeruleums

"what the fuck made you think i'd ever want to see you again?"

[hlfmoonshine]

hell was breaking up with an asshole who only knew how to escalate and then meltdown. tate had thought about texting logan too many times after max had stormed out of the apartment in the early hours of morning. she managed to get a little sleep before life was back at her door, demanding that she kept going despite the surge of emotions and exhaustion she was wrangling.

she'd debated when to message, and what, but tate was too impulsive to allow uncertainty to hold her up. she was running a few errands in the late afternoon when she finally cracked and sent off a quick text, only two days past their original meeting. a preamble, tate hated to text, but calling out of the blue wasn't as acceptable socially anymore.

logan, do you know a good spot to have coffee with a new friend? i never get out, and neither of us enjoy texting, so meeting up is a better option. suggestions?

@caeruleums

[touchbased]

" ——— tell me you didn't." / @caeruleums

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @caeruleums featuring lula.

"so what if i noticed the number of your facebook friends went up by one? doesn't mean i was stalking you or anything. who is denise, by the way?"

[luckydime]

phone call thread for imogen & jackson — @caeruleums.

it had been a few hours since logan had walked out of her classroom, potentially out of her life, and as much as imogen wanted to wallow in her mourning, there was still another person who she needed to check in on. someone else who's feelings she'd manipulated and hurt. so she pulled herself out of the mess of blankets she'd nested in with dale cooper and pulled up jackson's contact, practically holding her breath until he answered. "hey... are you busy right now?"

[misaligncd]

status: closed

based: linked in source

for: @caeruleums

the day had been one for the books if you asked her. fawn felt like anything that could have gone wrong, had. yet she knew that she had to keep a smile on her face. even when she had gotten chewed out by a customer because she had told him that she wasn't a dancer. she was merely waitress. by the time her shift was done, she hadn't thought twice about where she was going. she found herself on the doorstep even though it was nearing one in the morning. there was a pleading look in her eyes the moment the door opened," i know it's late and i get it if you just-want to go back to sleep but i really-really need to shut my mind off and need you right now." was it insane? possibly but she wasn't too sure it mattered.

[allcxmeclose]

closed starter for @caeruleums

"it isn’t your fault..."

[bittcrsuite]

@caeruleums liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: venus dixon. 25-29. comic book illustrator.

"jake got mad at me yesterday." she spoke casually, as though it wasn't a destructive moment in her relationship. "i mentioned you were my first kiss and he got pissed. said something about how i told him it was some nobody during a game of spin the bottle." she paused, looking up at the other. "he doesn't know the half of it and he's already mad. i can never tell him about what we did in college. he'd go ballistic."