#olettess

[braverhero]

is that some olette

[setonfire]

♡

♡: Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.

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The scent of smoldering blue dream, which is what his grandpa used to roll into tight blunts in the basement of his mom’s house.This brings back an assortment of memories, but mostly the talks about life, capitalism and how — “I don’t think I like girls. At all.”"Nothing wrong with not having to deal with a bunch of bitches, anyway. ‘Cept your mother. Never think of your mother like that." And then a tongue swiping the edge of a rolling paper followed by, "hand me that lighter, sonny. Does your mother know? She’ll hate it if she finds out I knew first. You know how she’s entitled to you."Simply put, but forever associated with the crystalline clumps of kush. It’s happiness, family and a sense of relaxed acceptance that went without question and a quiet fairness not many were as lucky to receive. Lea was only sixteen, and at the end of the conversation was handed a messy handful of condoms of assorted sizes."Still need ‘em. Worse things out there than having a baby."

[inepti-blog]

 [ olettess ]

          Unfamiliar is this world, but it's not too hard to find someone who looks              nice enough to help him. Already does he get the feeling that this place is              more laid-back, calmer than the ones he's already visited. For a moment,              he feels bad for stopping her, mumbles a quick apology before continuing.

                             ❝I'm looking for someone. Do you think you could help?❞

[qunmi]

I want the K (AY AY)

Kiss in the Rain [ asdfghh ]

    Great.

What was she doing out there in the rain — that book room of a cadet, among the many she had seen, the five she pulled out of class she seemed to recognize that one in specific. Training, going for a walk, spaced out? Couldn’t tell what it was she was doing out there. 

A kiss in the rain, huh? Running a hand over her face, Qun’mi stood there for a moment contemplating as several questions came to mind; why and more why, who magically decided to generate these things and send it to her, and last but not least what personal gain would she get from this? Would anybody get from this besides talk? She was probably going to regret this, as she had come to learn about a lot things very recently. 

This one, might not be so regretful.

Walking out from the door frame into the downpour with a small umbrella behind her back, held within one hand as the other kept at her side as she approached the younger. Once attention was gotten, she’d go in from the kill, holding it there for the moment, maybe a bit longer before shoving the umbrella to the other. 

"Inside. Now."