#frcckled

[nevertough-blog]

@frcckled liked for a starter from craig!

        it’s weird, having his art on display -- not embarrassing, really, just strange.   he’s not complaining, though; he remembers only a year earlier, when he would just as soon die as he would put himself in a situation where everyone was going to be staring at him.   it’s a testament to his recovery that he walks up next to a patron without his hands even sweating.   “  this one -- it was one in the morning, and i had an exam the next day, and i drew it instead of studying.   it shows.   ”

[fatedreamt-blog]

@frcckled / feel it still.

❛ am i...coming out of left field? ❜ he fidgets with his fingers, toby looking around anxiously as he slides his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. ❛ i didn’t - um - i didn’t... it’s just... i overheard you, and the best cheese for your recipe would be a mix of gorgonzola and brie, not...not cheddar. ❜ 

[frxncaise]

                   her digits softly toy with his dark locks, a hum tumbling from her mouth. her lips freeze in a lovestruck smile as she gazes at him, admiration twinkling in her eyes. “ do you want me to continue then ? ”

@frcckled ✩

[bigfvn]

            ––––    @frcckled .    ✭˚･ﾟ   sc    :    accepting .

                                   ❛    everyone    is    so    full    of    shit ,    ❜

                                 ❛    born    and    raised    by    hypocrites .    ❜

[wondcrkid-a]

          ♥ – (  @frcckled​ // starter call. // for athena.  )

                     “ Are you okay? ” Annie asked, voice gentle and caring. They took the seat next to the stranger, though they made sure to keep a comfortable amount of distance. They didn’t want to invade any personal space, after all. They rest their hands in their lap, waiting to see if the other wanted to speak. It was okay if she didn’t, but Annie always wanted to lend a helpful hand. “ If you don’t want to talk, that’s okay. But I’m listening if you do. ”

[jamcsford-blog]

@frcckled 

        “---say, freckles, where y’been?”

[jamcsford-blog]

;; i miss youuuuu. kates misses you toooooo.

      he misses kate. he misses kate more than he’d ever thought he could miss a woman, and his chest aches each time she crosses his mind. ( which is more often than he’d like to admit. ) he’s seeing her now, eyes playing tricks on him as he passes by places he wouldn’t recognize if she hadn’t been in them. logs in the woods, bodies of water… every detail is suddenly important to him, because there’s a huge hole where kate had been. his imagination does its best to fill it, but he gets this horrible feeling that her image is beginning to fade. he can’t remember the pattern of her freckles anymore, or the exact way that her lips curl up when she smiles. he thinks that’s just as bad as missing her— at least when he could remember her clearly, it felt right. now everything felt off, and the ache in his chest only tightened. 

       “i miss you,” he mutters to himself, because he won’t share it with anyone else. 

[jamcsford-blog]

It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten What the color of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them As the telling signs of age rain down, a single tear is dropping Through the valleys of an aging face, that this world has forgotten There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place And there is no time like the present, to drink these draining seconds But seldom do these words ring true, when I'm constantly failing you Like walls that we just can't break through, until we disappear

So tell me now If this ain't love then how do we get out? Because I don't know That's when she said I don't hate you boy I just want to save you while there's still something left to save That's when I told her I love you girl But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have, whoa, whoa