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Hands
going through all my old drawings had me remembering that i used to draw art for an old old old russia askblog that was so unserious and just lots of dumb fun lmfao -- and if you remember what ask blog i'm referring to, c'mere. let me give you some sugar
i look at saïd and nordine and i see a world where leon has to act a bit less nice to keep hop safe
I couldn't ask her. I couldn't ask her at all. Perhaps, If it wasn't properly spoken then it would be the same as if my feelings didn't exist.
On the Run | Layla&Jace
It had been days of running and hiding...
Do you like peanut m & m’s?
I do.
Once or twice a year I buy a bag at the grocery store checkout. I remember when these cost $0.50 (sometimes even 3 for a buck) instead of today’s astronomical $1.19. My sweet tooth isn’t strong, so a biannual bag of the peanut, chocolate and crunchy shell candies is all I really desire. It’s all I am willing to pay for too.
The way I eat them is by sucking on one at a time. First the crunchy shell cracks, then slides off in soft pieces. Yum! Now the milk chocolate is exposed. It melts slowly, like a time-release application of pleasure to my taste buds. When the chocolate is gone all that remains is the peanut. I break it in half, along it’s fault line. Usually there’s that tiny nib of peanut attached to one end of one half. I like to savor that small piece before crunching down on the two halves.
Admittedly it’s a slow process. So time-consuming in fact that sometimes I don’t finish a package of m&m’s in one day. The other night my yellow bag had a few pieces remaining. I left it on the kitchen counter, well out of the reach of Oliver who’s been known to stick his snout over the edge for some counter surfing.
The next morning, looking forward to finishing my m&m’s, I found the empty bag in the kitchen trash. Anticipation met with missing candy... ouch!
I whined about it for a day and a half.
Today the candy thief replaced my candy. I’d like to think that it’s a free bag, but we have a joint checking account.