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📝 — oliver & remi.
FMK: Remi, Cameron, Kayla
HONESTY HOUR
“Marry @remifisher, fuck @cameronunderwood, and kiss @mikayla-tilly.”
💘
Send me a symbol and I’ll tell you about…
💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.
“I love crushes! I have basically have a new crush everyday. They make things exciting, you know? But like my real crushes, as in not just passing crushes with, like, the hot girl I made eye contact with at the bar last night - and yes, I have multiple - are Remi and Kayla. God, like, how could I not have a crush on them?”
@remifisher @mikayla-tilly
Closed starter for @remi-voss
Abel had been at the site for about six hours when he felt the day’s work was finished. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be the last one gone– he believed in doing a good, thorough job. If that meant checking the same screws six times over, so be it.
For the last week, his routine had been the same: work, eat, work, read, eat, sleep. His “big plan” since moving back to Wade was to start writing again, but it was much easier said than done. He felt like he had to coax the words out of his brain, slowly, bit by bit. So, instead of agonizing over the blank page, Abe had been making his way through the Wade Public Library’s poetry collection.
It was sparse, but he was about six books in and determined to make it all the way through. He waved at the librarian, Marie, and dropped his returns off at her desk. After an acceptable amount of small talk, he made his way to the poetry section, surprised to find it inhabited. Skimming admittedly grimy fingers across the shelf dividers, Abe came to the next book in his line-up: a collection of Gerard Manley Hopkins. With a smile, he picked out the book.
“Find anything good?” he asked, quirking his head to the other reader. He was always looking for recommendations and liked to get a beat on what others enjoyed reading for the day he would begin writing again.