#chronicxwanderlust

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @chronicxwanderlust

who: buddy wells + delilah carreno

where: delilah's living room

Whoever it was that had theorized that waking up with the sun to a stream of natural light was the most peaceful rousing for a sleeping body had never woken up in Delilah Carreno's house.

Buddy Wells slept like he lived -- poorly and all over the place. His jeans from the night before as well as his hoodie were still covering his starfished limbs as he semi-drooled on one of her nice pillows before a shadow passing over him caused him enough alertness to investigate it with a lift of his head.

That's when he saw it, a shock of red of red and a child sized hockey stick clutched like his head was about to be the puck.

"Whaaaat the fuck," He exclaims as the imager causes him to jolt, his body turning from laying on his stomach to being sat upright, his heart rate only slowing when he realised it wasn't a ginger cousin of the Babadook, but rather his own oldest sister.

"Motherfucker, were you about to wail on me with a comically small hockey stick?"

[eastsofeden]

for @chronicxwanderlust | evie + twyla

"Eve, stop being a bitch. Just go talk to her."

Evie's lips pressed into a thin line as she looked across the bar for the umpteenth time at the woman who'd stepped off stage... it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes ago, but it felt like hours with the add mental exhaustion of deciding and then deciding not to approach her a thousand times a minute.

"I just don't want to be...that guy. Everyone in the room wants to talk to her right now. And what if she's already dating someone? What if—"

"Oh my god, I'm over this. Hold my beer." Her friend shoved her (empty) glass into Evie's chest before getting up and marching straight across the bar, Evie's nonononono Nat please god no falling on deaf ears.

The rest happened in slow motion. Evie watched Natalie tap the singer — she'd introduced herself as Twyla at the top of her show — on the shoulder, then point to where Evie was trying to disappear into the wall.

She blinked, and then Twyla was in front of her. Evie heard her teeth click together audibly with the force from snapping her jaw shut. Over Twyla's shoulder, Evie could see Natalie grinning and mouthing a smug "you're welcome!"

Okay. She could do this. She knew how to do this. She knew how to talk to people, even if they were beautiful and wrote songs that made Evie feel like she was floating.

"Hi. I think I'm supposed to say something like...everything my friend told you is a lie. It's pathological, actually, and I'm kind of worried about her."

[waveofstars]

@chronicxwanderlust sent 🎁: spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

growing sideways - noah kahan

This kind of introspectiveness normally sank in when he was coming down from a high. Now, all it took was some moonlight and restless hours for his mind to run in circles.  His fingers tapped against his glass, no longer liquor filled to his dismay, but just a pulpless orange juice. 

It was nights like these where he thought about all his past mistakes, failed dreams, and unspoken goodbyes. The only thing saving him from spiraling was his company, of course. Though he’d normally feel as if this qualified as glorified babysitting, he didn’t mind it for the night. Being alone felt like an equally shameful thing. 

He stared at the orange juice and longed for the days where it was always mixed with something else. He longed for the days of numbing out his mind with whatever that could aid him. He hated to think that way, but it was true. Now, his mind was feeling everything he blocked out for years. 

“It’s better to die numb than feel at all.” 

[givethemoon]

@chronicxwanderlust | mavis & cricket

Her eyes burned holes into that menu. Every item didn’t feel right. A salad seemed too impersonal, as if she was trying to rush her way out of there. A burger and fries felt too casual, like one big fuck you to the entire situation. Should she order an appetizer for the both of them before Cricket got there or should she wait? What was more polite? If she ordered a drink, would she assume Mavis had a drinking problem? If she ordered a water would it just seem like she had something to hide? Chewing on the skin of her thumb, her knee shook up and down as she racked all the endless possibilities and implications in her mind.

“Were you ready to order, ma’am?” the younger waiter asked. 

“Why are you trying to fuckin’ rush me? I have a lot to consider,” Mavis snapped without much warning. The boy’s eyes widened and she was quick to grimace at herself. “Sorry, kid. Sorry. I, uh, help me out here. Are the appetizers any good?” 

Fifteen minutes had passed as she stewed in her anxiety. She wanted this to go well. She needed this to go well… But it wasn’t that simple. It’d never be that simple between them. Mavis had dreamt of the day she get to talk to her sister again, but her stomach did flips as if it was the scariest thing she’d have to do.  Whenever she saw Cricket enter the restaurant, she gave a little wave to grab her attention. Even though she was nervous, her smile was genuine enough. “I hope you’re hungry,” she greeted and looked down at the eight different appetizers she ordered. That waiter was no fucking help. Now he just made her look psychotic. Maybe she was.

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Cont. from @chronicxwanderlust || Forrest & Mira (x)

Mira appreciated his attempts at comforting her, the way he used physical touch to ground her and reassure her that it was going to be ok. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as she let out a slow, steady breath, thinking on the fact that there would soon be a tiny human forming within her. This was nothing that she had ever planned for, nothing that she had factored into her life, and yet the universe still threw it her way. Their way.

"Yeah. Very real." she replied softly. "What do you think? I mean, it's early days, but this is both of our decisions, we need to consider what happens next..."

[waveofstars]

@chronicxwanderlust​​ liked for a holiday starter !!

He was on his third cup of coffee that morning and the sunglasses indoors was a noticeable indicator that he was nursing a massive hangover. He finally took them off when his publicist  nudged him, mumbling something about professionalism. Luke wasn’t sure what bookstore he was in, or hell, what city he was in. Did he even know which book he was promoting? It was one in a series that had been long drawn out, but people still seemed to like it. He didn’t understand it - perhaps that’s because he was hardly the author of it despite his name stamped so large and pretty on all the covers. 

The Christmas lights and classic tunes inside added a nice warmth to that particular cold winter day.  Snow fell down outside and painted the world in a light glow as everyone gathered in the warmth of the bookstore. It wasn’t the worst place to be, though he wasn’t always the biggest fan of the holidays. It definitely seemed to be a time when he drank the most, and that was saying a lot from him. After giving an audience a short reading of his new book, he was set up at a table to do some signings. As the line dwindled down, he felt his hand cramping and his cheeks stinging from all the forced smiles and laughs. He grabbed his pen just as the next person approached in line. “Who should I make this out to?” he began and looked up at them. His fake smile suddenly faltered and he stared blankly at her. It was someone he never imagined he’d see again, and there she was presenting him with a book to sign. The last time he saw her, she was sound asleep in bed, tangled up in the sheets. He didn’t even leave a note - he was gone by the time she awoke. And here they were in a bookstore thousands of miles away. “Marley?”​

[hersirens]

     “ if you need somewhere to go on christmas, my house is always open. you know that, right? ”  ╱ @chronicxwanderlust

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

Cont. from @chronicxwanderlust​ || Forrest & Mira (x) 

Mira looked to him, trying to figure out what to say in response to his question. The reality was, she didn’t know how she felt. There was no clear emotion or feeling in her body or mind right now beside the shock. Sure, that would wear off after some time, but for now, the realisation of what they were facing was leaving her stumped. 

“I... I don’t know.” she admitted, shaking her head slightly as she turned to look at him, gaze meeting his as she wondered what was going through his mind. She hadn’t been here before, children had never been on the cards for her in the past, and Forrest had done all of this once already. What did either of them want or need? “This is real. I mean... This is actually happening, isn’t it?”