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final post of the year! #Awesome
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theyre kinda growing on me
ghostbatteries replied to your post: when you find your old blogs and kinda ...
I HATE THESE BLOGS
I MEAN !! TAG URSELF ME TOO
cont. from here // @ghostbatteries
lies. words rolling off her tongue and yet she utters them for a sense of comfort -- utters them because society says : if you haven’t seen someone in a while, you must ease into the conversation. you cannot pester. you cannot accuse. there are others in this world that would point fingers and become angry. in fact, she had been angry before the door opened. why had he cut her off? why hadn’t he told her that he’d moved? ( WHY? WHY? WHY? ) what caused their family to up and disappear? why was she not informed?
standing on this new porch feels wrong. this is not the porch she knows. there is a porch that holds memories : long summer days , band-aids , and mythical worlds. all pulled away, erased, forgotten. heartbreak, sadness is what she feels -- there is an opportunity lost. an opportunity to say goodbye to his home. a place where she, alongside him, had grown.
now she stands in front of a figure that , to her surprise , she does not recognize at first. long hair, dark shadows under brown eyes. sturdy brown eyes she could always depend on, no matter what. mind wonders if her eyes tell a similar tale : sturdy? dependable? unacceptable. guilty. ( YOU WEREN’T HERE. YOU WEREN’T HERE. YOU WEREN’T HERE. HE NEEDED YOU. ) eyes settle on her best friend and her heart reaches for him.
he cracks a smile first and she slowly follows suit. there is a nagging voice that keeps whispering to her : something still isn’t right. she writes it off , writes it off to lack of communication , writes it of to the fact that they are out of step. too much time had passed. society says that they both need space, but the last thing she wants is space. there has been far too much space between them lately. she will not drift. she will not be pushed away. instead, she will grip tighter, pull harder, hug stronger.
hug is exactly what she aims to do. in two strong motions, her body has moved before her mind can process and her arms are wrapped around him -- managing to avoid the mug in his grasp. she is here for him. she is not going away. if he pushes her hug away, so be it but she will not be defeated. time is hers to command now ; neither school nor other obligations cannot command her anymore. quiet breath escapes her as she settles on tip - toes because suddenly, with flesh under her fingers, he is REAL again. throat tightens and eyes sting. ( GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. ) andi stanis is a terrible friend.
“ i’ve missed you and ----- i’m sorry. ”
" you look great for being ... not alive. "
eternally young & handsome : sounds like a perfect life . it’s a shame it’s only a possibility if you lose your life . IF YOU BECOME A TRAGEDY . a youthful ghost should be the saddest sight . michael smiles , amused that zac has either chosen not to think about this or hasn’t connected the thought at all . ❛ well , when you die young , the livin’ say it’s such a pity but it has it lastin’ benefits in the afterlife . ❜
@ghostbatteries : meme .
ghostbatteries replied to your post: a christmas song just came on my playlist and like...
gross.
honestly me too.