#wearetides

[inintervalsarchive-blog]

this is a call out post for wearetides abt doing her replies

ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ

[delusionaliisms]

( ░ ✘ — msg to maddox. )

xander: what are you up to tonight?

xander: any plans on going anywhere tonight? maybe to the party everyone seems to be talking about?

[inintervalsarchive-blog]

♪ wearetides ♫

IT’S LIKE IT’S calling to her in a way; the soft strum of the guitar mingled with the rise and fall of his voice, and the subtle nuances of his words laced with an accent she can only place a country to. the night’s stuck inside of that in-between place where it’s almost cold, but not quite. autumn is coming on quick, and she longs for it as she climbs out of her window, leaving behind the four walls of her bedroom in favor of the darkness of the alleyway beyond. in favor of whatever it is that he’s playing. 

she doesn’t know if he hears her, but she thinks he must, because she isn’t quiet coming. she isn’t quiet when she climbs down, or when she settles near the bottom of the stairs to just sit and listen to him. she’s hardly dressed, and she suddenly wishes she’d brought something wrap about her shoulders. just to keep warm. 

[carvedarchive]

inintervals said:

 me: *likes this to let u kno im pissed off for u but also doesnt like it like i dont like this shit but im mad*

wearetides said: 

when i understand how you feel too damn well, people are trash *fights everyone who says that shit to you*

y’all are too good :*

[loveiswater]

“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” ( basil to aria )

she is glaring at a large book when he says it-- trying to figure out colour schemes. She moves some of the pictures around-- and glares some more before she acknowledges his words. “No-- I could lie. But no. I promised Anna I’d get these to her before I went on vacation--so sleep has been optional.” It’s half the story-- the thing about Anna but it is late, and it is too late for the truth. How do you tell someone the things she hasn’t told him? She has never found the words for her secrets. But she supposes that is the point of secrets-- for you to keep them.She shuts the book and sighs deeply. “I’m done though. Which means-- I can start on my next painting--”She doesn’t want to stop-- stop working, stop running, and she meets his gaze with something akin to sheer terror swimming in hers. She doesn’t want to fall asleep-- doesn’t want to feel helpless. Doesn’t want to remember her father’s fist. Or Johnny-- the feeling, the emptiness she felt after he left. She wants to be normal-- to be over all the things that have happened to her. To just be the sort of girl basil can love-- who can let herself be loved without feeling like she is betraying someone. Without feeling she doesn’t deserve it. She needs to slow down and she knows it. 

Basil makes it better-- that much is true. But he can’t take care of everything. He cannot heal these things inside her. That is her work. She stands to her feet, her hands trembling so hard she knows painting will be impossible. 

“I’ll sleep soon. Really-- I’m fine. I’m good.” 

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wearetides replied to your post:LIKE FOR A STARTER!

*unlikes*

do u think we’re crew enough for this ???

[carvedarchive]

wearetides said:

who r u?

wayfaringmoments said:

no

y'ALL WHAT THE FUCK