Jul 1, 2019
ooc. Hey it’s a holiday week so --- like this for a short starter.
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ooc. Hey it’s a holiday week so --- like this for a short starter.
blue-roper
“Alright then, some country sound good?” He asks with a smile, reaching over to the radio and started to look for a country station nearby by.
“I bet she has, she and old girl but she still has a lot of life to her,” he chuckled. The radio static soon disappeared to what he has been looking for and luck will have it, Amanda by Don Williams was playing.
“We’ll I’ll be, I haven’t heard this for while now,” the taller cowboy then leaned back into his seat as he looked out in the open range.
Dell nodded a bit “I’m a big fan of country” he told the other “I almost have to be, grew up in Texas after all” he let out a small laugh “it’s pretty much the law there” he added as a joke.
He smiled at the song, letting it flow through him “I love this one” he said smiling. He quietly hummed along to the tune as they drove down the long open road. It was nice to have someone else in the truck who enjoyed the same music he did.
My language is a either long string of swears or sweet old lady in church.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
don't look at me unless you're willing to look at a face that has hurt, and has bled,
but has s u r v i v e d.
(( you do not know me ))
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
s l o w the clock that’s ticking loud, i feel that time is running out, and all that’s left to do is let it wind d o w n …
It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.
--Anonymous