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[justaspoonfulofhoney]

Ever since coming back to Illinois I’ve felt like I lost my Midwestern credentials a little. Didn’t feel fully home yet.

Well today I slipped and ate shit on snow and ice in front of witnesses. Multiple times. Then I did what any true Midwesterner would do and simply went back inside and gave up.

Citizenship reinstated.

[kawanoshita-blog]

@howlinghalfbreed

Kashuu continued to explore around. He saw a young boy who looked very cheerful and had a bright smile on his face.

He looks really happy. Reminds me of someone when he was still new to group. He chuckled as he continued to watch the young boy with amusement.

[missbarbieroberts-blog]

Barbie & Snow

The library was amazing. Barbie had been expecting something more along the lines of her old middle school library, not the breathtaking extravagance that could only be found in the 1800s. For an asylum that was supposed to be dismal there certainly were a lot of amazing perks. Not quite knowing where to start Barbie began skimming through the biographies to her left. After nothing caught her eye she moved on, getting lost amongst the rows and rows of books. When she was younger she used to read all the time, even though her mother insisted she could do more useful things with her time. She hadn’t picked up a book in what felt like ages. Barbie smiled; at least this place would give her the opportunity to read again.

When she came upon the reference section her temporarily joyous mood halted. She had unwittingly headed straight for the section on eating disorders. Denial and shoving down her emotions had been her method of dealing with problems since childhood, her parents setting the example. Ironically since she had arrived at the asylum she hadn’t given her disorder a second thought. Biting her lip she turned away from the books and walked resolutely in the other direction, not wanting to face her problems just yet. She could feel long-ignored emotions threatening to break her positive exterior and Barbie felt her breathing begin to speed up.

As she entered the back room Barbie caught sight of Snow, sitting down at one of the long tables buried in a book. Deciding that social interaction was desperately needed to quell her brewing inferno of insecurities she threw on a beaming smile and bounced over to the quiet girl. “Hey,” she said brightly, taking the seat across from Snow. “Whatcha reading?” Aware that she may be coming across as overbearing, she added, “Sorry if I interrupted you, tell me to shut up if you need some time alone.”