#wilson.start

[lcncastersarchive-blog]

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KAI: i got soooooooooOOoo fucked up i lost my left shoe

KAI: dunno why it was the left one or where it went but now i'm barefoot lying on the floor of my flat and idk how i got here

KAI: ig what im sayin is if u happen to see a red (left) converse somewhere pls return him to me i miss him

[tylersackerman]

After signaling the bartender that he was ready for another drink, Tyler looked around the empty bar. It was a Monday night and here he was, getting whiskey-drunk while watching ESPN highlights on a muted TV. “I promise I’m not always like this,” he said, attempting to make small talk with the poor soul next to him. 

[ninasalden-blog]

“dead ass.” she started her story, letting the other know that it was indeed a serious topic. “i was on my way to work this afternoon, you know, typical day in wilson, when all of the sudden a raccoon appears out of nowhere and makes eye contact with me. it wasn’t, like, a friendly ‘hello’ kind of eye contact, but a ‘i can smell the open granola bar in your purse, bitch’ kind of eye contact.” nina explained. “i gave the little thing space but he just wouldn’t get on his way. finally, i realized that in this stare down with a raccoon, i was going to be late for work, so i threw the granola bar in the other direction and ran.” nina concluded. “i’ve never been more terrified in my life.”

[lydiareinhart-blog]

lydia always got sappy about wilson week and the burning boat. it made her feel nostalgic and it was a way to celebrate where she was from and each passing year. this year felt more somber though, as the past few weeks had left her in a spin of emotions. whether it be having to face isaiah again, or the creeping feeling of thinking about how distant she’d grown from her family and friends, lydia felt alone most of the time as she did right now walking along the edge of the water. she leaned against the railing overlooking the boat they were prepping for tonight’s festivities and sighed in melodrama. it was fitting, she had a lot she could shed off from this past year. she noticed she was standing close enough to someone else, that it may have seemed rude. “i’m sorry, i promise that sigh wasn’t for you. i’m just thinking,” she said, taking a step away from the person.

[williamlincoln-blog1]

“i don’t know about you, but i’m conflicted over whether or not global warming is really such a bad thing.” william spoke, somewhat sarcastically. he definitely knew better. “i’m kind of over the whole winter thing, plus, the fact that it always rains in the pacific northeast makes the roads icy and it’s just a disaster for everyone. there’s more work during the summer, so that’d create a flourishing economy if we were to have it year-round. the only real drawback i see is the icecaps melting. i suppose i can sacrifice my happiness if that means polar bears will live to see another day. that’s what really matters, right?” 

[ofmoore-blog]

"i can’t be the only one that finds dora the explorer a little bit weird, can i? i mean what kind of parents does she have? she’s seven years old and she’s allowed to go out exploring in the jungle on her own --- that’s crazy. i can’t leave eloise on her own when i drop her off at nursery without her throwing a tantrum  --- i don’t think she’ll be exploring the local woods on her own when she’s seven”. 

[jcallaghanarchive]

“i won this little guy earlier and now i have no idea what i’m gonna do with it.” jo holds up a clear bag with a goldfish swimming around in it. “i think i’m gonna name ‘em phillip though. so there’s that.”

[phillipcarver]

“do you -” lip stops himself to sneeze into his elbow, “excuse me. do you want these?” he offers the flowers to the person he’d approached. “there’s nothing wrong with them i just,” another sneeze, “sorry, god, i’m allergic to the asters.”