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like a beast's rumbling. little mouse crawling out from under dead wood. like a barrel. like a gun's thundering heard. like the mountain split for the highway. the rising scar through the earth. like the spine of a book hitting the ground and thudding open. i call my life back. i claw back and renounce the last three years. renounce my gallbladder. renounce my skin, the excess fat of my own unhappiness that kept me slug. like poison. i packed my lipstick and left london sagging under the rot of every friend i cried for without understanding what it was about. that sadness so free in my feral years while they remain in the fold somehow without screaming. picking people up and putting them down like fruits at the market. i'm sorry i wasn't useful. that it bored me. your predilection for cocaine. what made you unkind. like a shot of cinnamon whiskey. but given up. the sight. the sickening passive stumbling down the concrete path. a stupor and i'd asked to be there. so i remove my self from myself again. it was the point all along. even now. renouncing the wound. in front of the turning sea. from inside this old tower i bought. crumbling and cracking like i. gut the house and gut the meaning. all to make a new one. like all other years before these years. the way the i i was ceases. forgets others easier than what they did.
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day 30 / casa day 3 / outdoor swing ♥
adela went to bed not really knowing who was sharing duvets and who, like her, was alone. val and marcus was obvious— miles and frankie too, yawn —and while not completely shocking, dylan’s presence in phoebe’s bed this morning definitely didn’t go unnoticed. maybe she didn’t plainly ask him but adela thought she was pretty obvious with her body language during their kiss that she wants to climb him like a tree. then again, dylan isn’t josh or maddox. she also thinks her and phoebe couldn’t be more different, but it’s not like dylan’s ever really had a fixed type so it’s not phasing her too much. all she knows is he’s nice and their kiss was hot and she wants to climb him like a tree. it’s why she’s pulled him for a chat, hoping to keep her interest known even if he clearly has options. “ so, how was your night last night ? ” she wonders, knees slightly up as she looks to him, small grin on her lips. “ aside from kissing me, of course. ”
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“Are you going to go down to the sublevels?” she asks quietly, not sure how Ricky’s coping with the whole double agent scandal, especially knowing Cecilia is one of his good friends. So naturally, she is worried. She can’t imagine being in his shoes and she’s grateful she’s not friends with any of the students, because it was going to be a betrayal that would cut deep for her. Things have been fine between them, putting the whole drama behind them, because at the end of the day, it didn’t involve him, and Nur knows that.
hello i have not been active on this blog in YEARS but drive to survive/ f1 has dragged me back from the grave and I simply cannot wait to spend hours of my life back on this site, feel free to say hello bc I’m v new to f1blr and v shy x