#livingstart

[parklevi]

sunday mornings were quiet everywhere, but they were eerily quiet in balta, where everyone seemed to die after parties and just sleep through the whole day. levi had never been good at sleeping, much less while the sun was out, and he couldn’t stand being in such a quiet place either. with his laptop open on the big table across from him, he sat outside at a nearly empty cafe, scrolling idly through a paper he was supposed to be proof reading but was merely skimming over, the sun high up in the sky, keeping his back warm. pulling an earphone out as he saw someone approach, he spoke, voice coming out raspy from having been quiet all morning. “saw a ten year old stick at least five pieces of gum under the table right in that spot — i wouldn’t sit there if i were you.”

[lanasaved]

Roped into drinks at Green Buzz to celebrate her return, Lana slunk away from the booth they’d hemmed themselves into, a dozen sardines with fins slick to their sides from the can’s lack of space. She’d been heading through the crowd to the bar when her red cowboy boot trapped somebody’s foot, inciting an absurd take on an Irish jig as she attempted to relieve the pressure. “Shit, sorry. Mayday! I repeat, mayday!” Then, a smile sprung to life like a reliable party trick, redder than David Bowie’s lightening stripe. It was the kind that was infectious, even in inappropriate circumstance. “Want me to get you a shot? Hire one of those, like, spiritual gurus, to give you an orgasm using only their mind? I’m full of peace offerings.”

[jackarchived]

📲 all contacts

jack: i got fired today

jack: think it had something to do with all the whistle jokes i made

jack: so anyway i'm looking for new employment! i'm super cute and eager to please

jack: here's my headshot [ https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8c/cf/ec/8ccfec7d5cb3c92265cbf153523eb9b5.jpg ]

[gunnerpaxton]

📱 open

gunner: hey what do you think of my new short film

gunner: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGLXxnYco1A

gunner: i'm nervous it's really personal to me so please keep critiques light thanks

[leofcwler]

Paying more attention to his phone than the kissing booth he was supposed to mandate, Leo didn’t bother looking up from Twitter when he noticed someone approach from the corner of his eye, “Only a buck but I’m charging $5 for tongue,” he mumbled, finally glancing up from his phone to stick his tongue out at the person standing on the other side of the booth, goofy grin on his face, “Kidding. I’m technically on break,” pointing out the shitty homemade sign that said smoking back in 15, “waiting for my replacement. However, exceptions have been made in the past, as long as you’ve got some chapstick on you.”

[philcmenabadadink]

baby blue skies and purple clouds, tangerines staining floating wisps of cotton fluff as the sun rises over the sleeping town - or rather, mostly sleeping. plastic wheels from worn roller-skates against the pavement - the young girl, blonde hair chopped beneath her chin and bangs pushed back into a butterfly clip, glides through the painting-esque scene, arms carrying stacks upon stacks of papers, white skirt fighting against wind. her eyes are elsewhere as the first pair of wheels dips into the pothole, band-aided fingers uncurling and arms unfurling - the only noise rising out of her throat a raspy gasp as she aims to soften the oncoming blow of road against knees - palms stinging in protest as they meet their fate. a flurry of papers are about her - littering the road, peoples’ lawns - a black and white photo of her with a thumb thrown up, hello kitty on her shirt and ‘hire me!’ written hastily in red crayon above. as she turns herself over, sitting with knees drawn forward and skirt staining - pain’s unacknowledged as blue hues follow the last flyer - until caught on the eyes of another.

[calebarchived]

it had been a few days since caleb had been able to force himself to shower. it had been even longer than that since he’d spoken to elias. for the better part of the past week, he hadn’t been able to do much but worry. he didn’t feel like he’d slept properly the entire time. his entire body felt heavy. he was exhausted as he moved towards the door, trying to muster the motivation to open it after hearing a knock echo throughout his apartment. any sound felt too loud, any company would feel too crowded. he hoped the bags under his eyes didn’t look as bad as they felt when he finally threw open the door. “what’s up?”

[ezramvrcvr]

Wearing an eye patch with a peeling white skull on it, Mercy gestured grandly towards his new accessory when someone bumped into him. Had he had one or two fewer shots, his reaction to the intrusion would’ve been far more volatile, but he was feeling too good with the help of a bottle of cheap scotch he still clutched in hand, “Thinking about stealing it. Some chick brought it cause she thought it’d make her, like, quirky or some shit. Barf. Looks better on me anyway, I think,” Lifting the flap of the patch to reveal a bruised, swelling eye underneath, Mercy smirked at the person in front of him, “Covers up any imperfections, too. Win/Win.”