#taeler

[biggoldbelt]

(#BGB Wrestling Podcast)

[jude-nolan]

Anything you want to tell anyone in Lanford right now?

1) I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, I’m a fuckin’ idiot and hopefully I can make it up to you. @taelerbyeong

2) You’re being really dumb right now. @nolangirl

3) You’re the bees knees and I’m super happy we met. @stevieed

[jude-nolan]

txt ➜ taeler

Jude: hey

[jude-nolan]

🌟 🔪 💀 😉 👪

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

@alesebydesign​. you just look at her and you know, y’know? like, that is someone i trust. she’s ride or die.

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

things aren’t the greatest with me and @taelerbyeong, let’s just say. but i hope he can forgive and we can move on and all that jazz cause he’s like, the raddest of the rad.

💀 …someone my muse would kill for.

my family, closest friends, and the girl i love. you hurt any of them, you fuck them up? you bet your fuckin’ ass i’m coming for you.

😉 …someone my muse has had sex with.

@warrenkenna. i don’t wanna talk about it.

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

my littlest sister and biggest pain in the ass, @nolangirl. i can’t say i raised her so much as terrorized her, but yeah. i’m glad we’re close now.

[jude-nolan]

✉

[unsent 11:38 pm, 17/06/2016] hey man[unsent 11:38 pm, 17/06/2016] i feel like such a bag of dicks rn[unsent 11:38 pm, 17/06/2016] i should’ve written as soon as it happened, but i also didn’t know. idk. but ur right it’s my fault.[unsent 11:39 pm, 17/06/2016] i get so wrapped up in my own world i forget to reach out & see how my friends are doing. i need to get better at this.[unsent 11:40 pm, 17/06/2016] i love you man, idk what i’dd do if you were gone.

[sent 11:44 pm, 17/06/2016] hey

[jude-nolan]

what do you really think of Taeler's band? think it'll last?

I don’t know man, it’s always hard to tell when and how or why these things take off. Honestly, I don’t think he’s doing enough. When we were trying to get Voodoo off the ground we were jamming every day, twice a day. We lived, breathed, and ate in Rich’s basement, woke up to write and practice until our fingers bled and then smoke and pass out again. It was filthy. We also had the advantage of being in the city, so once we started booking shit and getting around all the kids on social media did their thing, and it blew up. Being stuck in fuckville, Lanford kinda makes it hard to do that. But when there’s a will there’s a way and all that crap.

[jude-nolan]

🎼

[Tyler the Creator - Yonkers]

Less of how he feels and more of a memory, Jude and Taeler got into a lengthy debate on the merits of Tyler the Creator (Jude firmly in the pro-Tyler corner), back when Jude was still feeding his body illegal substances for a kick. This led them to watching the music video on youtube. In a moment where art imitates life (or possibly vice versa) they spotted a roach crawling the wall of Jude’s apartment (although not such a great coincidence, rather more of a testament to the huge proliferation of roaches in Jude’s apartment). What followed was Taeler daring the skeletal blonde to imitate his hero from the video, and Jude of course in his pilled-out state taking up the challenge. He brought the roach to his mouth, but his gag reflex ultimately did the rest. The song is now forever linked to Taeler and this particular memory in Jude’s mind.

[edenfuller]

teabagging | e + t

Truth be told, she wasn’t quite up to the task of entertaining guests for the day, but she couldn’t back out of it now. Eden hadn’t been feeling like being social for a while now, but maybe this was good, push her out of her comfort zone. When the time neared to when he said he might swing round, she sent off a text message. Door’s open. Just come in. He knew where she lived, the adjoining shed-turned-studio next to the Haverford house her grandparents owned. Beyond the small studio space was an equally small bedroom and bathroom, and that was the entirety of the space. For meals she was at Ray and Lavender’s, and any entertainment such as a TV and so on and so forth, belonged in their living room too. But mostly Eden sat holed up in her studio, working. She was working on her current piece, a sculpture of a question mark made from recycled plastic, giving it the umpteenth coat of glow in the dark paint, when she heard the door open and footsteps. “Just lemme finish this coat,” she said without turning around to see who it was, “and we can raid the kitchen.” For the briefest of moments she hoped it wasn’t a serial killer or the red devil sneaking up on her, but Eden was just always full of these nonsense notions, a literal human Paranoid Parrot.