#prierdieu

[kasprzaks]

▀ @prierdieu, '' ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵒᵗˢ, ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ᵈⁱᵍ ⁱᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ? '' ▄ ▀

' acacia! ' eddie starts, then doesn't know where to land from such an outrage. ' i- no! obviously we're not doing that! what the hell's the matter with you? ' can you imagine anything worse? digging up the pigeon again after burial, all feathers attached to nothing and the bones that were meant to hold it all together - at that, doing it with acacia? the girl that once before forced a blood pact on eddie kasprzak of all people?

' we would breathe in all that shitty dust - fever, cough, chest pains ... nuh, uh. nope. and you get tetanus if soil gets into a cut if it's contaminated enough. which it well be, fyi. hello, dead bird! ' eddie stops himself mid thought (he could've gone on and on and on with the health ramifications) when he realises the main reason, the only reason that should actually count, as to why this was such a horrific suggestion. ' i also have no interest in digging up a dead freaking bird, acacia! '

[redheid]

— that's  no  ma  fuckin  business.        @prierdieu​

[dianeworms]

‘ what  now?  i’m  tired. ’               /   @prierdieu​​

[redheid]

— what  are  you  doing  out  here  by  yourself?

@prierdieu​          ♡

[optimistsclub]

@prierdieu​  said,    ‘ what  a  lovely  black  eye. ’ 

‘ yes.  'twas  a  great  fall. ’    emphasis  on  ‘TWAS.  he  eyes  acacia,  the  god  of  all  archaic  forms  of  english,  for  any  tell  of  approval.    ‘ ‘twas  a  tall  tree,  t’with  a  big  branch.  ‘twas  sharp  and  pointed  and  twisted  t’when  i  fell  and  t’it  t’wouched  t’my  t’weye. ’    

                ha!  t’it.  a  moment  passes,  he’s  pleased  with  himself.  (pleased  t’with  t’wimself...)    ‘ holy  shit,  i  don’t  have  a  black  eye,  do  i? ’

[narratorcopy]

@prierdieu​​  said,  you’re  covered  in  blood!  Is  it  yours?

It  doesn’t  feel  like  being  squeezed  like  the  last  bag  among  bags  among  bags  on  a  cargo  plane,  like  this  broken  rib,  like  the  two  teeth  pummelled  out  of  your  face  that  fell  into  a  pile  of  six.  It  feels  like  LOOK  AT  ME.  It  feels  like  I’ve  done  something  so  LOOK  AT  ME.  I’ve  done  something  LOOK  AT  ME.  Look  at  me  and  see  someone  who  does  not  care  that  you  are  looking.  Look  at  me  and  say  something.

I  say,  Yes.  

I  say,  Some  of  it. 

I  say,  I’m  just  going  to  clean  up.

[optimistsclub]

‘ i can’t believe i never noticed this before, but you are legitimately crazy. ’

@prierdieu​

‘ you said the word antiquated like five times today! you said, like ... you said bodacious once. i’m crazy? ’

[optimistsclub]

danny’s gonna sit acacia down and show her the wizard of oz because clearly she’s never seen a movie in colour before and then when it suddenly goes from black and white to colour she’ll die on the spot it’ll be like giving sprite to victorian children and danny’s gonna laugh