#limary

[lorenaisms]

12) things you said when you thought I was asleep

lorena rolls over in her bed, coming face to face with a sleeping limary. she pushes some hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear and studying her sleeping face.”gonna love you for the rest of my life, i think. i never know how much you mean it when you say my happiness means more than your own. but yours means so much more to me than mine. i’d kill for you.” lorena murmurs. 

[lorenaisms]

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what ringtone my muse has set for yours: rich girl by gwen stefani - it’s irony, really.what contact photo my muse has set for yours: taken in the car as a joke, she loves the picture though

what my muse thinks of the way yours texts: thinks she takes too long to respondhow quickly my muse responds to your texts: right away unless she’s busyhow often our muses text: whenever lorena’s at school or when she’s hiding at the back of the restauranthow often our muses call: only when someone’s driving or needs a quick answerdoes my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: never !!! she’d feel guilty !!last text sent from my muse to yours: “omg babe what if we got galileo a DOG....”

[lorenaisms]

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

here they were. stuck in a small closet at a house party. the lights were dim and the music and conversation was too loud and lorena needed to breathe because house parties aren't her forte. so naturally, she had grabbed limary's hand and tried to leave the party, only to be shoved into a closet by the crowd. lorena pulls the other girl onto the ground, fingers tangled as the two giggle and gossip on the floor of the closet. there are moments of silence. never awkward, always comfortable. moments of silence where they glance at eachother, moving closer together but never fully closing the gap that still lies them. and that's how they spend the rest of the party. lorena leaves briefly to snag a bottle of whiskey that they take turns taking sips from, complaining every so often about the burn it leaves in their throats. lorena's head rests on limary's shoulder and her cheeks hurt from smiling and she is filled with pure unfiltered /happiness/, something that hasn't happened in a very long time.