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❝ — texts // ..addie & conrad

adrienne: You are a very generous tipper, you know that?

#×. — Ꞌ POSTS : ADRIENNE #hurricaneindies #×. — Ꞌ FEAT : CONRAD ROXBURY #×. — Ꞌ BRING YOU LOVE BABY I CAN BRING MY SHAME ( ADRIENNE x CONRAD )#×. — Ꞌ VERSE : MAIN

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“i’m running away from home, and nothing you can say will stop me, football head!”

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“We’re Warped Tour bound!” The brunette cheered, thrusting her arms up in triumphant with a broad grin on her face. As soon as the band got a call from Kevin Lyman to join this summer’s line up, Winnie immediately accepted. To have coverage like this and play alongside other groups was everything she ever wanted. To deny his offer would have been insane and she’d have enough of that living on a tour bus with the three man-children she called bandmates. Hence why she came to friend.

“I mean unless you don’t want to tag along. But I think you should! Every day we’re in a different state and we meet different people; it would be so fun! Not to mention we’ll be in better weather than the shitshow we’ve had for the past month. What do you say?” Beaming up at them, she awaited their answer, whether it be a yes or no.

#♉ left to wander; aimless in unconsciousness: {winnie || starters}#❀ ‘ﾟ‣ { mun stuff } —— ❝ closed ❞#i hope this is alright!!#lemme kno if you want someone/something different!#hurricaneindies

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RAQUEL: I SWEAR unless you’re pranking me RAQUEL: i think i just found your DOPPLEGANGER at this festival! RAQUEL: i tried to take a picture with them but they called me weird and left but but RAQUEL: magic is so real

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MCHUMSINDIE!!

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mae and i go way way way back. like ridiculously far back. and i can’t even begin to express how happy i am to be back in touch with her? it kind of broke my heart a little to lose all my kik contacts and have no way to contact her because damn we must have talked every day for like two years or something insane like that??? she’s crazy smart, which is so evident by her writing and her mannerisms and all the things, and has the best sense of humour and i love all of her muses to death, seriously! on top of that, her writing is out of this world good and i sometimes sit here thinking how on earth can i live up to this absolutely ridiculously beautiful writing and why am i blessed with these plots and ships??? and don’t get me started on how much i love atticus. like seriously, i’ve never seen an oc so well rounded to the point that mae can predict his actions in literally the most farfetched situations at the drop of a hat as if he’s just standing right there next to her? if you’re not already following her, please go ahead and do it asap! seriously.

@mchumsindie, you’re a beautiful soul and an amazing friend and i wish you nothing but the best for your future endeavors! keep being the crazy hard working, denim wearing, marvelous human being you are and don’t change one bit! ( and when you get murdered in an alley in new york, i promise to be your child’s alfred before my own inevitable demise. )

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Standing in front of the mirror, Gretchen took a long look at herself for the first time in years.

She’d never been a vain person. Although she’d been blessed with good genes, Gretchen had never been one to fuss over her appearance beyond looking presentable and professional, preferring to focus on her work instead. When Elijah was presumed dead, her inclination to give a shit about her appearance declined further; there wasn’t time when she was working fifty hours a week and being a single mom when she’d never really known how to even take care of herself, and God, losing Elijah had been crippling. Ellie was the only thing that got her out of bed in the morning, because she was all Gretchen had, and no, there was certainly no time to worry about her appearance then, either.

And then she’d met Luke, and he fell in love with her despite the bags under her eyes and the Cheerios that always found themselves in her hair, and Gretchen didn’t want to fall in love back. There was no time, and even if it’d been two years, Elijah was still the only man she ever wanted. But he took care of her, and she needed that, because she was barely keeping it together as it was, and--maybe she didn’t love him, maybe she still doesn’t, but she married him because Ellie deserved a great life and if Elijah couldn’t be there then Luke at least could, and Luke was a good man who shouldn’t be punished because he wasn’t someone else, so. That was that.

And then came the diagnosis, and then the whirlwind of hospitals and before Gretchen knew it, she was spending most of her nights at Ellie’s bedside, fingers combing comfortingly through her daughter’s hair--just like Elijah’s--and trying not to cry as it all came out in clumps, until it was finally time to shave it. They were fighting, but the prognosis wasn’t good.

And then they found out Elijah was alive.

Gretchen couldn’t process it. It was too much, and everyone told her that Elijah needed to settle in, so. She had other things to worry about. When he contacted her, though, she couldn’t deny him. She needed him.

Ellie was in the hospital again, and Gretchen stood in the bathroom joined to their designated room and really looked at herself for the first time in years, because the only person worth looking okay for was Elijah. Issue was that she looked like shit.

She’d lost weight, more so than when she was young and bogged down with work and Elijah would always have to remind her to eat, because with Ellie, not even Luke was worried about their own nutrition. There were bags under her eyes because she couldn’t sleep when she was home and the hospital chairs weren’t meant for overnight stays, which meant that most nights she slept with her head on Ellie’s hospital bed and she could only hold the position for so long before that spot in her back cramped up. She’d showered, though her hair was unkempt, pulled back into a messy bun. Well. That was how it was going to be.

After exiting the bathroom, Gretchen pressed a gentle kiss to Ellie’s forehead with the quiet promise that she’d be back later before she made the drive to the park that Elijah had suggested. It was overcast, the threat of rain looming in the distance, so the park itself was vacant, which she was thankful for; the reunion would inevitably be bittersweet, and Gretchen didn’t want an audience. Seeing that she was the first one to arrive, she settled on a park bench, bent over with her elbows on her knees. It was the first time she had a moment to breathe in months.