life and lemons

Her idea of love was gentle and silent, like a whisper of a touch. Some things are magical and magic, and contrary to popular opinion, are often found in the most ordinary of places.

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hey y’all guess whose back, back again! will be on later to do replies and such but yay <3 

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hey pals it’s cel here. taking a few days hiatus bc i’m going away to a beachhouse so i won’t be able to do replies but please please please message me for plotting or anything, i would love to hear from you <3 

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serafinabasile:

Sera held onto her coffee for dear life, as she made her way to one of the occupied tables, her empty palm finding the surface as she quickly took a seat. “Look, i know this sounds odd and i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t normally ask you since i can handle things like this myself, but somehow i don’t feel like yelling anymore today.” She said with a slight roll of her eyes as her hand clenched tighter around her cup. “That weird guy over there can’t take a hint when a girl’s uninterested and refuses to leave the table. Even after i straight up said ‘no’ and 'leave me the hell alone’ and i dont know how much clearer than that i can be, so just – is it okay if i sit here for a while? please say it is You are my ONLY hope..”

elle had made her way to what was easily the best cafe in town. it seemed that whenever she went to get her oolong tea that a new adventure or friendship was always around the corner. in the new year, she’d taken to journalling and as she wrote the recount of today’s happening, she was pleasantly surprised by a familiar friend of whom she greeted with a warm smile. “sera-. sera it’s alright. please, please sit down. don’t need to do the whole independence thing, you’re the most bomb female that i know. and i think every single female out there can feel your struggle. so don’t princess leia me, because you know i’m a slut for obi-wan kenobi. so sit down. here, have my cookie.” 

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jiahouliao:

          “ hey, could you hand me that pen over there? “ jiahou asked the random person passing him by in the music store. “ this bass is, kind of heavy. “ he was a big fat liar, and just didn’t want to get up himself. the bassist was in a comfortable lounging position, a random bass snagged off the shelves leaning in his lap. being good friends with the store owner had it’s perks, and she let him lounge around the shop in exchange for free tickets to the show- a great exchange in his mind. “ you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but sometimes musical genius means not moving for five hours. “

elle had just finished picking up some sheets of music for a friend, when somebody interrupted her as she was just about to check off a task in her mental to-do list. “pardon?” she blinked her eyes quickly as she snapped back into reality, “oh! a pen-. yeah i can grab the pen. do you need paper as well?” elle was always somewhat overbearing, although she liked to call it extremely accommodating. grabbing the asked for items, she couldn’t help but laugh at his following statement, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i don’t mean to laugh in a weird way, i just-. ah musical genius. that is quite a statement. anything to back it up? also-.” her rambling habit decided to make a spontaneous appearance, “five hours? are you okay? are your legs working? is your musical genius thing a coverup for your legs being in pain?”

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Elvis: Hey, we still on for lunch today?

Elvis: I'll have someone take over the shop for a bit if so.

Elle: Yeah of course! Same place as always?

Elle: And is it on you? Because I'm poor as heck!!

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crescentcrtr:

crescent: please if I were to phat shame you that would make me a complete hypocrite. crescent: my gluttony knows no bounds. crescent: bottomless mimosa anybody?

elle: do you see my face? unimpressed elle: y r u always trying to get me drunk. my liver cannot take this. elle: come over and drink some freshly squeezed juice my pal

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alraria:

aria: an entire bag? & you decided not to share? aria: i’m out of suggestions. i’ve been staring at a book for an hour. save me. aria: i wouldn’t dare do that. i can go through a whole carton of ice cream myself.

elle: i’m going hard on this ice cream now! so feel free to come over elle: but goodness i must save you from the horror of READING elle: come over, we’ll eat ice cream and drink wine

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jjustjack:

jack: ,,,,, yeah but u didnt have to DO IT. i was JOKING!!! jack: ya gotta take responsibility for ur choices. sry i dont make the rules

elle: what can i say i’m a bad bitch that can’t be tamed elle: funny bc i’m talking about eating like half a cheescake elle: also i’m lactose intolerant and wanted to die elle: so basically u almost killed me. i’m charging attempted murder.

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jjustjack:

     “ listen, bud. ” it’s not really in a mean tone that jack says this, perhaps a tad annoyed and a bit amused as well. one hand lies planted on their hip, the other thrown up in exaggerated exasperation. “ –this is a sporting goods store. i can like, help you pick out running shoes and recommend good baseball bats or something. hell i can even help you pick out a surfboard if you want. dating advice? soulmate search? no can do. nada. can i interest you in the new bauer supreme stick? rock climbing gear? maybe even some sweet new basketball shorts? ”

elle always made it a priority to visit her friends when they were at work. she knew as much as anyone that work could either be excruciatingly boring or busy. which was worse? she could not tell. what she did know from experience was that time always went faster when you were with a friend. walking into jack’s work was always an experience, elle would never dream of using half the items in there. partly due to her clumsy nature, partly due to her overly-cautious personality. despite the rotating stock, she would always find an exasperated jack somewhere in the store dealing with a tiresome customer. “uhm-. excuse me?” she interrupted, an attempt to save them from the torture, “i think i just saw a kid push over a bunch of equipment over there. unsure if there’s any damage.” 

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micaahs:

micah: i’m just gonna shame you for not sharing any micah: with me specifically 

elle: your fault for not being over here, my door is always open elle: *my apartment door, the other thing sounded sexual

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jjustjack:

jack: remember that time you ate half my birthday cake. now that was funny.

elle: remember that time that i didn’t ask  elle: but listen you dared me to do that o k stop guilting me!! let the pain end!!

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elle: so fam, i just ate through an entire bag of cheese puffs (see here) elle: in the mood to do something. thoughts? feelings? emotions? suggestions? elle: pls do not fat shame me about this i cannot take it

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crescentcrtr:

Eyes wandering aimlessness outside the window, fingernails tapping on the marble table as her coffee grew colder by the seconds. It would be an understatement to say her mind was elsewhere. The sun was setting and the closure of the store was nearing but the last thing she wanted to do was head home. It wasn’t until the patron tapped on the table taking her out of her trance to tell her she has to leave. she gave him a brief smile before packing her stuff and heading out, where exactly she was going? She has no clue, wandering around town with no destination in mind for hours has become a habit for her. If she had it her way she will arrive home when she is sure her spouse is dead asleep at all time but that will arise too many suspicious but give it a few years and they’ll figure it all out. “What in the world am I doing?” she mumbled to herself, back arched against the bricked wall, eyes shut, fingers tangling between her locks of hair as her palm pressed against her brow.

elle had been out on a late night walk, grabbing some last minute snacks from the service station after she’d been disappointed at the lack of chips in her cupboard at home. sighing at the limited selection, she grabbed the first thing she saw, paid for it, and began to head home. elle always found that despite her smile always being light, her heart always felt heavy. memories littered her memories and felt like weights attached to her feet. some nights, on nights like these, the weights would drag her down and it was particularly difficult to hold her head high. but all such things quickly disappeared when she heard a familiar voice around the corner and she couldn’t help but run to it. “cree?” she called out before crescent came into view and she darted towards her friend and placed her hands on her shoulders, “cree? what’s wrong? hey-. hey-. look at me-. what’s up? what’s happened, bubba?”

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micaahs:

micah felt horrible for her, but a part of him couldn’t help but kinda laugh at the whole situation. this kinda thing would happen to her, and as long as she was okay, he was glad she could laugh at herself, too. “i’ll start carrying rice with me just for this reason, thanks for the life lesson. do you want my jacket, or something? you’re gonna freeze,” micah asked after making sure she got out alright, and maybe he said it a bit dramatically, but he was already cold and he wasn’t the one who fell into a fountain. he wasn’t expecting such a sudden subject change but he shrugged and went along with it anyways, “how’s my life? pretty uneventful, y’know, compared to yours,” he replied, lightheartedly poking fun at what elle just went through moments before, “i mean, unless this isn’t apart of your daily routine.”

"yes, yes, yes,” she pleaded, accepting the jacket and wrapping it around herself. it was very typical of micah to come to her rescue, she thought. although he was usually her companion on a night out, his alcohol tolerance was most certainly higher than hers and she’d forced him to play the fake boyfriend more than once to get her out of sticky situations more than once. it wasn’t too often that you found people who genuinely cared and wanted to have your back and elle felt extremely lucky that she had. “oh for sure! this is definitely part of my daily routine. y’know i like to exercise, read and fall into public fountains and completely embarrass myself. that’s just my daily do,” laughing to herself and throwing her arms in the air in defeat she sat herself down on the edge of the fountain, “you know what i could really go for now? a cup of tea and a change of clothes. you busy with your own uneventful daily routine or do you fancy joining me back at mine?”

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do you ever feel like people take advantage of how kind you are?

first of all, thank you so much for calling me kind. that’s really sweet.i don’t really feel like people walk all over me, or at least i hope not. i don’t really know how to tell. i mean you can’t ever really be too nice, right? it is something i worry about sometimes though. but i think i’m fine, nobody can be that nasty. 

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what is the one thing that bothers you the most?

mean people definitely bother me. or overly negative people. i understand that life can be hard sometimes, really hard sometimes and people go through things that people should just never have to go through but even though it’s harder and takes a lot more energy, i think there’s a lot of benefits in focusing on the positive. also mean people just shouldn’t make other people miserable, because they usually are themselves. look after yourselves, love yourself.