#flowerlead

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flowerlead replied to your post: update. i’ve made a huge decision regarding blogs....

������ Skinner!!!

i actually have a skinner blog already! i’ve just neglected him and it makes me sad.

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@flowerlead  |  🌵✨

             ❛   ---- you can stay for a few minutes, but the park is closing in a bit.  got it ?   ❜

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flowerlead replied to your post:                   ry’s feeling affectionate...

offers layla in tribute

shoves Ry @ her tbh.

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flowerlead replied:

MY DUDE

makethomaiyeatmore2k16...17???

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No! I'm not losing you again.

( ✿ — ❛❛ mockingjay part 2 starter meme. )

Her teeth set on edge, a habit she tries to hard to rid herself of. It was not so easy when things got like this, when even small sounds of breathing, or footsteps make her cringe. Sounds that would seem like nothing to everyone else, seemed to burst at her eardrums and send shudders down a thin spine. The flowers in her chest wilt, rot and turn into something ugly. A part of her knows she should eat something, that she wouldn’t be so upset if her blood sugar were stable, but logic doesn’t triumph over her emotions. ❛   Why are you so eager to push me away, Layla? You build this wall around your heart, and have some ridiculous notion that someone is coming in on white horse to save you.   ❜   Flustered, red in the cheeks — from both crying and sheer frustration — she stamps her toes against the ground. As she folds her arms across her chest, very much looking the part of a child throwing a tantrum, Thomaiy stares at Layla with a look that could strike down an army.❛   This isn’t some Katherine Heigl movie, and I’m not going to be some character in this fantasy you’re writing. You can either be with me, like an adult, or you can not be with me at all.  ❜     Oh, she doesn’t really mean it, she just wants her words to burn.

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You came home.

( ✿ — ❛❛ mockingjay part 2 starter meme. )

Hands filled to the brim, clutching tightly at plastic bags filled with everything they need to survive another week, Thomaiy doesn’t stop to really take notice of what Layla is saying. Her hands burn where plastic handles dig into her palms. A deep sigh of relief as pressure relieves, heavy shopping scattered across the kitchen table. Now, that she can breathe, she turns to face Layla, a raise of her brow. ❛   Well, yeah, sweetheart. I live here, you know…  ❜     Laughter bursts past pink lips, as she shakes her head slightly, blonde curls rustling against one another. It seems alien to her, the idea that anyone would just up and leave, because no one has ever really left her. Or, at least, they always come back. Busying herself by pulling boxes and bags of fruit from the shopping bags, she gives Layla a glance out the corner of her eye.  ❛   I’ll always come back.  ❜      A smile, she shrugs and returns to putting away the shopping.

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                      ❝   we can go for a drive.  ❞                      he tugs at layla’s hand gently , running his thumb over her knuckles. kristoph noticed the change in his best friend’s attitude ever since he walked in  :  there were no pink and red lights decorating her body nor a smile in her very soul.  ❝   get your mind off things. we could go drink some tea at my place.  ❞  

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To say she felt out of place would be understatement of the year, and she still has no idea why she agreed to let her friend drag her along to this place. Considering she had disappeared with the first drunken, mouth-breather that gave her the slightest compliment, Thomaiy felt even more miffed. Sitting alone, clearly miserable, at the end of the bar, as she swirls the straw in her rum and cola, she stares with bewilderment in honey eyes as a couple decides to swap saliva in front of her -- public displays, not really her thing. ( ✿ — ❛❛ @flowerlead / closed starter. )