#forty.start

[cowcrdly]

“Alright, sweetheart, ready to go down?” Aleksander asked his daughter softly as he held her on his lap. His daughter giggled and nodded, getting situated properly. As Aleksander was sliding down, he hadn’t noticed someone walking right in front of the slide. Surely they’d seen him, right? But it was too late. He was already half way down the slide, and all he could do was try to warn them. Of course, he was cut off by his daughter’s giggles and laughs, making Aleks accidentally run right intp the person. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even see you until I was sliding down! Are you okay?!” He spoke in a panicked tone.

[zadienotsadie-blog]

@fortystarters​

The way to get away with most things, Zadie had found, was to be so blunt and open about whatever stupid thing it was you were doing, no one dared question you. So when someone spotted her on the beach late at night, a small semi-legal bonfire going in front of her and a stack of CDs at her side, she responded with the absolute, ridiculous truth.

“These are copies of my first album, which is a blight on both my soul and the music art form. I bought out the local record shop’s entire stock when I realized they were actually selling this abomination. And this is a bonfire with which I am destroying them. Because Holy water wasn’t available. Keep a-walkin’.”

[frnkhamilton]

╰        *           text to ⇝ [ ?? ]

FRANK: hey i'm drunk

FRANK: and very sad

FRANK: do you wanna go on a road trip? i have always wanted to see california

[theofaraday]

( @fortystarters )

the sun started to set at the edge of the horizon. tommy’s ice cream lost its novelty halfway through, way before he could finish it. a pigeon flew by. wings flapping above his and the stranger’s head, landing slowly right beside them. his eyes moved towards the other. “ did you know all of the birds died in 1986 due to reagan killing them ? ” there was a smile tugging at the edge of his lips, but he ignored it, attempted to hold onto a straight face. “ they were replaced with spies that are now watching us. — they work for the bourgeoisie, you know. ” 

[gracedrscll-blog]

cheeks burn with chagrin, as she covered her mouth with her hand in some attempt to hide her own MORTIFICATION. the only weekend without her son in two years since hank died, and she gets stood up. her heart felt funny, heavy and skipping in her chest and despite herself tears welled in her eyes. this is such crap! the chair scraped loudly again across the restaurant floor as gracie scrambled around to get her coat and purse. she needed to get out and FAST. heels that hadn’t seen the light of day in years slammed against the tiles in her haste, she pushed her way outside and     WHAM! the handywoman slammed her face directly into another human being. grace staggered backward, holding her nose, a thousand sparks of red blooming in her line of vision. “ damn it ! shit, shit, shit this HURTS! ”

open ! @fortystarters​

[zadienotsadie-blog]

@fortyevents @fortystarters

Zadie was pretty sure the party should’ve been winding down by now -- especially given what happened to that poor kid earlier. But, no. Music was still blasting and people were still laughing and dancing and talking.

Smoothing out the poodle skirt she’d bought on (God help her, she was a bad activist, she knew she was) Amazon, Zadie sat down on a bench outside. She could still hear The Temptations playing. She’d ducked out without saying anything to anyone. She wasn’t shy -- God knew -- and was, overall, a very social animal. But even in her famous days, Zadie sometimes felt overwhelmed. Every time she was in front of a crowd, it was a new opportunity to fuck up. To make a fool of herself.

Those anxieties were eased these days, but they weren’t gone. Zadie didn’t think they’d ever be truly gone.

She took a deep breath. This was fine. This was normal. This was -- overall, some events disregarded -- a good night. She just needed to take a breath.

[noelkincaid-blog]

@fortyevents

He started off not watching anyone in particular, subconsciously staring at the dance floor, as he let himself be taken by the music of the Beach Boys. He’d always had been partial to the songs of the 60s. Eventually, his eyes settled on a person, not realizing he was making eye-contact with them until it was too late. He blinked, his face about to register the faux-pas he’d made, when he suddenly felt a tugging on his leg. Turning away, Noel looked down to find his ten year old daughter asking for permission to go dancing with a boy from her class. So, this was the kid he’d heard so much about at home.  “... One song,” Noel grunted, clearly not impressed. She ran off with a grin, holding his hand, and Noel’s eyes followed his daughter back onto the dance floor. This time round, all amusement was gone from his face, watching as if this ten year old boy was actually going try something with his daughter.

[vnivici-blog]

the nervous tap of her foot was drowned out by the sounds of jive music and the noise of a balmy summer night. she scuffed her shoe against the sidewalk as her shaky hands cupped around a cigarette. smoking was a terrible habit she’d picked up after her divorce and now she couldn’t seem to quit. “what?” she said gruffly. “do you need to bum a cig or something?”