#opened windows

[revengeparasite]

hi yeah i burned a mac n cheese cup in the microwave cause i forgot to put water in it

[zalandrissa-highvale]

Farewell

It was just another night in Silvermoon City, where Zalandrissa found herself seated off to the side from those that lingered in the late hours of the night. A bench was her escape, a lighter her distraction and solitude appeared to be the comfort that she needed. Between meeting new people, showing up at parties where most didn’t expect her to be; the girl tried ever so hard to make her face known and blossom into something beautiful, rather than some wallflower she tended to be as of late.

Everything was set into motion, papers signed, apartment cleaned and some personal belongings packed away then hid for only her to find for whenever she’d return back from Nazmir; if she did.

“No, no, there’s no if about it.Worked too hard for this, plus I still need to see Izzy. Catch up on shit, apologize too and.. can’t get negative now. Just can’t.” The huntress spoke to herself, with a saddened gaze brought to the comm by her side; only momentarily however. Another message was written out in length for Red and unlike the other one she had sent days ago, with no word back from the inked prince; what was already prepped and ready to be sent seemed more like a farewell letter in truth. Sure, they hadn’t spoken to each other in quite awhile and yeah things were rocky; but there was enough time to pass that allowed Zala to secretly believe that he might be okay with hearing from her at least once more.

After all that had been done, the trouble and dishonesty, there were still many beautiful experiences the two had shared with one another; be them small or large, they were memories that she’d keep close to her heart; regardless as to where their friendship would ever end up, then or now.

Without a second thought, the message was sent and read the following.

“Red,      Like the last message I sent, I’m hoping that this one too finds you in good health and a belly full of warm food; favorite drink in hand, a comfortable place to sleep at night when the moon lights the sky. Surrounded by friends, family and enjoying what you love so much; the sea. She’s a beautiful, reliable force that you can always trust to soothe your heart when you’re feeling down at your lowest time in life.      Excuse me while I try to stop writing corny, cliche shit. It’s just for some reason, in this moment, I feel alive and dead at the same time. You know what I mean? Where you know that there’s something to look forward to, it’s big and coming your way..you just don’t know when; but on the other hand you’re so numb..overwhelmed about everything and anything, that you just want to keep to yourself in fear of letting anyone know what you’re actually thinking about. Sometimes I think back to when we first met and how high those walls of yours were, and I start to tell myself, ..that you had every right to have those walls and then some.      This world is a cruel place, so are some of the people.      But when you’re loved and cared for, even love yourself and see the beauty even in the most hardest of times; things feel slightly better.      I’m rambling, I apologize.      Met some new friends recently, one of them actually knows what they’re talking about too. Gives great advice, which actually made me rethink a lot of things over and because of that, this message comes your way from a sober Zala; emotions under control Zala and non-bitchy Zala.      After my birthday at the end of this month, I’ll be sent over to Nazmir until further notice. To be honest I didn’t want to tell you, I didn’t think it mattered but when I thought about everything; well I just assumed it was better to let you know now instead of hearing it from someone else. I’m not really as scared as I was when I first found out where I’ll be deployed, maybe I got it out of my system with a few good drinks and some loud cries by the beach; who knows.      I’ve grown Red, yeah I can be awkward still and probably a bitch when provoked; but I think this was the best thing I could have done after everything that happened all those years back. To serve our people, take pride in who I am and defend those that I love unconditionally.      Everything I had ever said to you, drunk, high, sober, intoxicated by your presence; was all true and I don’t regret it. Even though I lost my best friend, my window buddy and protector, I’m glad that I experienced a pain like that; to lose a love that meant the world to me. Made me wake up and question myself, what the fuck was I doing? Not only to myself, but others as well.      So I want to thank you for being there when you were, to show me how to enjoy life and create memories that won’t be easily forgotten. You’ve done so much for me Red, so very much, that I hope one day I’ll be able to make you smile again even if it’s for a quick moment or two; a bit of joy that you deserve. If this makes me sound clingy, immature in some sense, that wasn’t my intention. It’s hard to convey feelings in text instead of using my hands or voice, you know?      I never lied when I said I loved you, I haven’t stopped either I’ve come to realize. Told myself that maybe I was just being some girl head over heels for some bad boy that came into my life, that’s why I couldn’t get over you exactly; but that wasn’t it. I hate to admit it but I was only lying to myself when I said I felt like I had no more chances with you; disgustingly enough there’s a side of me that hopes one day in the future I can see you in the street and we can simply smile at each other. Even with just that, I would be content. Crazy, right?      Think I’m finally understanding how emotions work, the concept of love, despite how people explained it to be with me.      I’m going to finish this message now and hope that it won’t be the last, but I can’t push my presence on you anymore than I have. Just know Red, that I miss you in more ways than one and though we are far apart in the sense of where we’re located, and how time slipped between us, I still love you, I only anticipate you to do what makes you happy; whether or not that includes me in your life at some point or if not ever.      Stay safe please and don’t get into any trouble that you can’t handle. With love, Zalandrissa Highvale             xoxo”

Mention(s) of: @isendrehighvale // @tristennedarkmorn // @turning-through-the-never

[zalandrissa-highvale]

Drunk text - Red

“i purPosely bought the cheapest bEer tonigHT cause remEMBEr when we Would hang aNd i offered that cheap cheap shit? u gave me the funnest funniest look. doesnt tasTE so bAdddddd but im chugginG them 2 fast 2 rlly care haha. imma save 1 four for you caUse i CAN

.. asfoiwa nuf 32083n kasd;9830

happuy love iS in tHheee air″

@turning-through-the-never // @tristennedarkmorn

[sunofthesleeplesss]

Wondering what you think about me behind closed doors.

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[zalandrissa-highvale]

Red,      I’m not sure where you are, if this will ever reach you, but I thought that making an attempt to reach out letter wise would be best. I’ve got to ask the generic questions first and foremost, I hope you understand, just bare with me.      Are you okay? Safe? Not in any kind of trouble, right? Eating enough?      Had to cover the basics, that’s all. Anyways I’m writing you because I already wrote dad, going to write a few others too but I thought your letter I would do next. It’s the hardest one to focus on. I’ve messed up about three times already but I think, I’ll do okay on this one at least.      I wonder if you’re with dad, if you’re both out at sea or maybe took a little vacation; but I doubt that.      Whatever you’re doing, wherever you are, I’m hoping you’re at able to enjoy the things you like most. You know, have a good drink here or there, laughs with the guys, stare out at sea and find peace, a pretty woman, who knows; long as you’re smiling to some degree, that’s all that matters. I mean it.      Uh.. well it’s been awhile, nothing new on my end. I mean I got my ass in gear and after all this time, I’ve earned the Farstrider title; so that’s good. Kept myself out of trouble, I’m either training, working or sleeping. Really there’s no time to fuck up, even if I tried.      Now I’m just ranting.      Basically.. I wanted to reach out, check in on you and to be honest I’m not even sure if you’ll even read this; because there’s a side of me that doesn’t want to send it out. Worried, I don’t want to be a bother, just wanted to check in and hope that maybe getting some mail would make your day. Even if it’s from me, I don’t know.      Anyways, stay safe okay? Hope to see you sooner rather than later. Sincerely, Love always, Thank you, From, Love,      Zalandrissa P.S- You’re in my thoughts. P.S- I’m proud of you. P.S- Bring your hot ass around. P.S- I miss you, so fucking much. P.S- There is no extra message because I’m not sure if this will even be sent out, but if it does get mailed to you, I’d be shocked.

Mention(s) of: @turning-through-the-never // @tristennedarkmorn

[earlgreyrainydays]

things i’m in the mood for:

hot cider

cold breezes

hay rides

colorful leaves

foggy mornings

[mevima]

LESSON LEARNED: don’t use a 150-watt bulb in a ceiling fixture with a plastic cover! The plastic is not rated that high T___T

[paisleyrainbow]

Opened windows

You’ve never liked sunsets, always ensured that you were safely home by 6pm. You avoid confrontation, anger. Prefer the comfort of your own mind over other people. Sitting in your lounge room, I pointed out a rare, opened window, noting that sunlight was a welcomed offering to the pale, musty carpet. Pointing out the colours, you exclaimed that the sky is the only one that can truly heal from a bruise. Look, you said. Look at the way clouds group together. The way they twist and turn, until you are never quite sure which way is up. Notice how the sun projects light and life onto the clouds and see how the clouds respond. They beat the poor sun until it’s out of their grasp. So, tell me. Look me in the eyes and say that a sunset is beautiful. Say it with truth. Say it with your pleading eyes. See, if I were to paint a sunset, I would if you wanted me to; I wouldn’t use purple or blue. White for the coulds. A bright, almost orange for those special, rare occasions. No, I wouldn’t use those. I would choose dark shades, mostly black and grey. Because I know. See, I’ve been taught that everything that holds beauty also houses the ugly words like pain and fear and hate. Then, stopping for breath you turned your black and blue patchwork body away and walked out of the room, your house and the street. I haven’t seen you since.