#skyetivist

[withguilt-blog]

           ’ --- looks like you have A LOT                 of free time on your hands.  ❜

[gutsygrifter]

                                                 skyetivist gave a lil heart for a starter ! !

「❁」

              " h y p o t h e t i c a l l y  speaking if i asked you to use your                 whacky computer brain to hack into pizza hut & order four                 large pizzas { with extra pepperoni } A } would you do it &                 B } please note that  i  l o v e  &  cherish  you  immensely. "

[technicallysmarter-blog]

& skyetivist

       ❛ -- you looked like you                 could do with some tea. ❜

             & sure enough, she comes laden with              two sterile white mugs, porcelain cheeks              flushed with colour as steam marks milky flesh.

[lockwoodspecial-archive-blog]

( skyetivist )

                    " what you're doing right now? most                        people would call that HOVERING. "

[eyexofthespider]

there'd been  a { pattern }, here.  one  last  minute  decision to t u r n,  followed by another. where footfalls quickened in pace,  only  to  be   matched   by  those  belonging  to  one, s h a d o w e d    individual   that   crept   in   his    [ wake ]. impulse warred with R E A S O N, yet both sided in favor of a moment's needed  ---»  c  l  a  r  i  t  y.   so  he  veers just beyond a corner's face,  & WAITS  to  greet her in  sudden {{ proximity }}.

                     ❛ —— ... why're you F O L L O W I N G me? ❜

[hellthusiast-blog]

           ’ why don't you do us BOTH a favor & stop talking               before i walk out of here with your spleen ? ❜

[ofstatistics]

✘ | skyetivist.

  ❛ ------ something wrong with your key? ❜

     probably not since that's HIS apartment      you're trying to get into, but y'know----

                        benefit of the doubt... ?

[stormsouled-blog]

( * & skyetivist. )

                 there is something violently effervescent about this girl of such small stature                   to make the pure volume of her smile theoretically impossible. just looking at                    it is enough to cause the wrinkle of black-looped nostrils, something                 fundamentally WRONG with a girl made of sunshine -- more likely, the same                        flickering, fluorescent lighting caught within the bulbs of the hall outside --                                when she takes her steps within a hurricane's domain. thalia heaves                      a sigh to shake the world, hues flicking down to luggage set upon scuffed                          floor & following long, lean limbs to the curve of slim hips, the ⁽ ᵈᵉᶫᶦᶜᵃᵗᵉ ⁾                        swell of knuckles to the splay of digits against the box of possessions                          she bears. still, the girl bears a striking (unfortunate) resemblance to the                                reply to the ad, & it is with a certain sense of foreboding she questions,

                                                ❛ skye, right? ❜