#i.. dont know

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[jyudles]

reserve STAck

[skammedxevak]

pls

[patopq]

i have realised drawing bodies is my therapy what do i do now

[poltercat]

um um

question

sorry to ask, but ... is planning things out bad is it like stupid should i just go with the flow and let things go

am i stupid for planning ANYTHING out 

[sauou]

Rain

11:45pm, and on the long road back home from dinner with the family. The streets dark and empty, headlights glimmer across the pools of water that coat the road, casting bright lines against the darkness. They drive through a small town, pulling up at a deserted light, the gas station across from it bare and haunted. Windows black and barred, parking lot empty. From the stoplights an eerie shadow forms over the pavement, reflections of red and green like an inverted universe and the rain is endless. Is a constant pressure against the world, cooling it and covering the earth. Droplets pitter patter and slip through the open window as Jonathan stretches his feet out with a groan, and rests them outside the door. The high speed of the moving car quickly cooling the sweat from between his toes, the rain tingling his skin as it darts over him. He has been standing all day, walking and talking and just being with their gathered families for an early Thanksgiving dinner. It was a long, warm, happy day. The actual event isn't until tomorrow but, for today everyone gathered. Plenty of time for aunts and uncles and cousins and friends of friends to group together and share this moment. Families and families and so much noise, so many people talking and laughing and sharing stories all at once you could start talking to one person and end up in three different conversations all at once. Luke, beside him in the car now, driving them home. The breeze from the open windows ruffling through the top two unbuttoned spots on his shirt, the pale glimmer of his chest against the night like a light. Tomorrow they will make a simple dinner, maybe roast a chicken and have potatoes, nothing like the extravagant feast that awaited them this night. It will be a simple, quiet affair. A peaceful night with just the two of them, lounging together on the couch. Luke leans his arm out the window and settles back in the seat, the wind rustles over his clothes and through his hair. His other arm rests across the divider between their seats, lazy. Relaxed. Jonathan stretches out, his arm wraps around the back of the seat, drapes there. His back presses into the corner of console and chair and he shifts until the position is comfortable. Dropping his weight into the seat until he is sitting almost sideways. His arm reaches out, rests on top of Luke's, and he closes his eyes. Falling into sleep, though it was never very far away. The radio is turned down low, only whispered mutters of beats soothing through the air. Thrum, thrum of the tires over the road and the night seems to go on forever.

[tghosties]

i wonder what i would be doing now if i had never joined this website