#wintermonologue

[iinsanesarchive-blog]

( * // I MESSAGE ➝ TBD.

ANASTASIA: my parents wanna meet you

ANASTASIA: would you be up for that??

ANASTASIA: they're nice people... most of the time haha

[turbiidus]

wintermonologue.

      ❛ what are you smiling about, huh? ❜

[turbiidus]

* ( text message to: ____.

jamie: sexting is really killing my work productivity but it's okay because i'm self-employed

[inintervalsarchive-blog]

♪ wintermonologue ♫

“HEY! get in here.” isaac stands with his hands on his thighs, bent over and peering down at a poster board on his floor. it’s got the likeness of a building etched on it in startling detail, a skyscraper with hard liners, sharp angles; almost futuristic in design, but with flowers, vines crawling up its walls, strangling it. not exactly the best vessel to bear his work, but isaac likes to experiment. generally, those experiments make it to his friends more often than they stay in his apartment. the sky is the only thing with colour: blood red laced with orange and gold. it’s morbid, in a way. 

“what do you think of this, wes?”

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i actually just did the whole thing here, lovely, but thank you!