Jan 28, 2014
jadedmaid evolved into @maidofspace
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jadedmaid evolved into @maidofspace
jadedmaid replied to your post “crabbymechanic replied to your post “holy shit.” 500+ PE0PLE STALK MY...”
I have 370 and o+nly a handful speak to+ me. It is a little creepy, no+w that I think abo+ut it.
I only talk to maybe 3 of them on a semi daily basis.
Why are we letting people follow us?
>Cronus: Don't Think Of A Better Idea
You feel like you ought to have brought something this time instead of showing up with your hands shoved in your pockets, but you bet anything you could’ve brought her she would have been disgusted with and immediately gotten rid of (most likely in plain sight. You certainly wouldn’t put it past her). After all, you touched it, and as we all know; you are public enemy number one this weekend. It’ll be a miracle if they don’t find you in a black bag at the bottom of the Hudson by Monday morning. Sure, there isn’t a Hudson Bay in this bubble, but your point still gets across just fine.
You get past all the awkward thumb twiddling and feverish cigarette smoking in your car so that you might retain a shred of dignity and poise (but in a cool way) when you knock on Porrim’s door and face her. God knows she won't let you get away with what you said to Latula (albeit all of it was 100% true) and considering that she heard about it not even 24 hours ago, it'll only add fuel to her fire.
Immediately you brace yourself, trying your very best to look aloof (and therefore; not guilty) for her when she opens up. You know full well Porrim will be looking at you with absolutely unsurprised eyes and a ruler-straight mouth. You’ve seen it before- more times than any man should have to. You do your damnedest not to begin twiddling your thumbs.
==> Get Your Tattoo On, Brah
You're sober enough to drive to Porrim's house, but instead you take a taxi. Taxis are great. With a folder of tattoo designs and a very thick scarf you head out, paying the driver as you get out, already Shivering. You hide your face in the scarf, knocking harshly on her door with your fingernails.
>Cronus:Show Up
You've decided to try cutting down on the number of smokes you have this visit if only because you went into a coughing fit this morning and you wouldn't want to repeat that ordeal infront of your matesprit. That would most certainly be uncool. You've also got flowers (lilies) in the passenger seat of your car and you don't want them to turn black in transit. You'd -in a moment of irrationally- decided that she'd be expecting you to show up with something (even though you're just over to help her decide where to get her new piercings), and Proenza takes a good week to ship. Flowers are better than nothing, you guess. In the interest of staving off the shakes, however, you have one cigarette on the drive to her hive; somewhere between Fuller and Downtown. You also have no will power, so you make that one a two. Arriving to Porrim's hive, you find that the bouquet you'd bought hadn't made like your lungs and died. Great job on your part. You hold hold them secure in the crook of one arm and knock on her door with the other like a nervous high-schooler. But in a cool and aloof way.
heeeeeeeey por u gonna gimme a tat soon or WHAT
me being clevwer on snapchat vwith the help of my lovwely assistant.
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