#thread: drew

[esmexbycrs]

text || esme & drew

Esme: I hope where you're stuck is better then where I am.

Esme: And I hope you're okay, I guess.

[esmexbycrs]

⛈️ our muses get caught in a summer storm together // @chronoroamer​

“I don’t know how this is your fault, but I’m going to blame you for it anyways.” Esme commented as she tried to ring her hair out, her shirt was drenched and her jeans were stuck to her legs. “How much further till your place? Because I will be stealing your shower and some spare clothes, you have now say. Cause as I mentioned- this is somehow your fault.”

[esmexbycrs]

🍎- our muses have a picnic

This felt odd and maybe that was why she had been glaring at the other for the past five minutes trying to figure out what all this meant, “So- was there a reason for a change of scenery, or was it that you were just that desperate to recreate a postcard picture you’d probably find on Pinterest?”

@chronoroamer​