#norahweaver

[stellamcnroe]

📲 stella & norah

stella: quick !

stella: green or purple ?

[len-covello]

“what’s the meanest thing you have done?”

“The meanest thing anyone can do, I think. Hurt someone you love on purpose.” Len shut her eyes. She’d tell the story, but she was a coward always— she wouldn’t witness Norah’s reaction to it. “When I first enrolled in NYU, I think I only made one true friend— Sydney Belcourt. I thought we’d be friends forever from the first week I knew her, she was kind and sweet but funny and smart, and she did little things that made you love her. She was also like, so fucking normal, you know. All these fucked up art kids dribbling paint or making sculptures to mask their inner pain or whatever they were peddling, and she just made things that were beautiful. No gimmick. She had a nice little family from the mid-west and they all loved each other.” She gnawed at her lower lip a moment, a habit from when she was a child, her eyes still pressed tight together, blocking out the light. She let the alcoholic edge propel her forward, and prayed she wouldn’t sober until the end. “I got jealous of her. There was a competition held by the school, and my work wasn’t selected. I couldn’t just be happy, I felt like something festering. Sydney always said she could forgive anything— except messing with her family. She loved them all so much, she wouldn’t even let someone make a mom joke without turning red and getting upset. Her brother came to visit her, and I was still jealous, still raw from not being picked, not even considered. I wanted to get even, to take something from someone, and he was there for one week in the big city. Robert was two years older and like, Mid-West handsome. I didn’t seduce him, I’m not a siren sitting on a rock, he wanted it too.” Len laughed, a dry thing that rattled in her throat as she choked it out. “She hit me once when she found out, and it was the first punch I’ve ever taken. I think anger was easier than the heartbreak, because from then on, we weren’t friends anymore. I know it was my fault. I was the one who did it, and I did it on purpose.” When her eyes opened they were dry, glassy and unfocused. “Do you think that makes me a terrible person?”

[len-covello]

“do you regret letting me close?”

The sand was still warm from the day, the heat of it seeping through the blanket. Wine heated her belly, spreading through her blood and to her limbs, painting her face in the faintest flush, the pink lost in the constellation of freckles. The question came as a surprise, as she lay curled there like a contended cat, listening to the lap of the ocean as it licked away at the shore, stealing the coast line bit by bit. “Why would I regret it?” Len asked back softly, looking up at her, Norah’s face painted pale in starlight. “I think you know everything about me now, Nor. Every secret thing.” She reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together and giving the gentlest squeeze. “Who else would keep them safe, if not you?”

[len-covello]

🙏: our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

🙏: our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

The wine bottle clinked against the glasses she’d thrown into her tote bag, she’d carelessly forgotten that rule that Mickey had tried time and time again to instil in her— glass on glass meant chipped glassware, and chipped glassware upset him. There were some other things tossed into the bag as well, the end of a fresh baguette and a block of hastily wrapped wedge of soft cheese that was likely getting squashed as well. Sun was setting and she chattered with Norah easily, listening as she discussed the current state of school politics and Len volleyed back her support or dislike for whichever co-worker currently being discussed— Mr. Maynard could absolutely choke, but the French tutor? She has rights. Her hand swung happily as their steps synced on the trek down to a quiet spot on the beach, and when their fingertips grazed one another Len grinned in the half-dark, hooking her pinkie around Norah’s. She said nothing more, the two baby fingers looped together and not breaking until they found a spot, her smile a torch-light bright enough banish the encroaching shadows.

[ozvicario]

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness . (ok but oz is the one with the injury)

Oz winced in pain. "Norah," he called in a whisper as he limped his way up the stairs. His shirt was in ruins, his back scratched up. Joey had warned him not to do it. She'd warned him to leave it alone. The raccoon that resembled a kinder version of Sardine peaked its head up at him when he approached. It bared his teeth and unsheathed its claws. What happened next was a blink of an eye. When Oz slid back into the house, he wasn't all that unconvinced it wasn't Sardine all along. "Norah," he called again, sneaking past the small blonde for help from someone kinder. "Help," he cooed in response to her concern. What happened? "A raccoon attacked me. Don't tell Joey," he said as she helped him lift off his shirt.

[conncrsantcs]

17, 49, 73

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

“ I LIKE my natural hair color, actually.”

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

“ ON occasion, but i really have to enjoy the whole entire album for that to happen, and that’s pretty rare.”

73: what are some of your worst habits?

“ STAYING up too late, thinking i’m invincible…”

[varncrs]

journal & waves

you don’t know meme,  and i don’t know you   |   CLOSED

journal — would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not?

‘ SPOILER ALERT!     i do dye my hair at the moment.  hollywood is all about appearances and my hair needed to be darker.   fascinating, i know.  but if i had the chance to do any colour, i’d quite fancy a black.  like my soul. ’

waves — is there one music genre you can’t listen to?

‘  CHRISTIAN POP    &     songs that feature the words love, dream or ass.  because inside me is a bitter old man that doesn’t need to hear about love, sex & magic.  ’    

[conncrsantcs]

silk and black nail polish

silk: list songs you listen to for a jam

body // loud luxury ft brando

give love // andy grammer ft. lunchmoney lewis

i like me better // lauv

don’t take the money // bleachers

good news // ocean park standoff

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself?

“ I’M not really into pampering. but i guess maybe let myself sleep in.”