#whit.

[darkhoneys]

open : anyone .

               " i think your best friend wants to replace me . "

[bloodykneestm]

@undeciided // sc

         alright whit. you can do this. she’s just a girl. you’ve talked to girls before! hell, all of your closest friends are girls! sure, that hasn’t stopped your heart from pounding or your hands from trembling so far, but no doubt, if you keep reminding yourself you’re being stupid it’ll get easier, right?         whit groans a bit out loud, nauseated and frustrated by their own inner monologue and throws themself forward, catching themself on the table the other sits at, an awkward grin cracking their pale features. “hey -- uh. i dig your nail polish.”

[bloodykneestm]

✆ / from michael guerin lol

[text: michael - 9:02 AM] hey, i’m officially ditching class today because i’m fucking tired of listening to my professor butcher the history of the salem witch trials[text: michael - 9:02 AM] do you wanna start day drinking dangerously early and blow off some steam? play some video games or some other kinda macho shit.[text: michael - 9:02 AM] throw a football around, punch each other.[text: michael - 9:02 AM] whatever it is cool guys like u are into.

[bloodykneestm]

@orumad           

“Ooh, fun,” Dawn’s more playful than mocking, eyes glittering with the effects of her IPA. She wipes her mouth with the back of her sleeve, tilts her head in thought. “Well, there’s the tried and true losing my sister. Hmm, worldwide apocalypse? Oh– those sad animal shelter commercials!” There’s a pout, a wistful laugh. None of that is the answer they’re probably looking for. Her gaze shifts to her pint. “I dunno, I guess… I’m afraid of those moments, y’know, when you look in the mirror and you wonder if you’re really there. Those moments I can’t cover up with the usual weirdo silliness. The real stuff. The fear of… being forgotten about. Not being seen. I’m… not much with the making sense. Sorry.”

A shake of her head gets her out of that place, an exhaled chuckle clears the air. “Now you.”

“No, that totally makes sense,” Whit muses, still sort of processing what she said as they speak, taking a long drink of their cider. “I mean, what are we when we aren’t being what people expect us to be, right? Like, when the lights are low, and there’s no eyes on us, what do we become? Are we the person we are with our loved ones or the person we are alone?” They wonder if they’re not quite connecting with what Dawn said so they bring it back. “Everything feels so... intangible sometimes, like it’s all just in your head because y’know, this--” They gesture broadly around themselves. “Is kind of like.. temporary. Liminal.”  They take another sip. “Oh, shit, my turn? Oh. Ghosts, totally. Next question.”

[itscanigetawitness]

“Show me some of your bad habits. You’ve cast your spell on me.”

[vanillaice-bitch]

*Blinks* be lucky im feelin nice..

[vanillaice-bitch]

What the doctor say when you went?

Awh :( i hope it gets better soon.